TELL (bends the bow, and fixes the arrow).
A lane there! Room!
STAUFFACHER.
What, Tell? You would—no, no!
You shake—your hand's unsteady—your knees tremble.
TELL (letting the bow sink down).
There's something swims before mine eyes!
WOMEN.
Great Heaven!
TELL. Release me from this shot! Here is my heart!
[Tears open his breast.]