FÜRST.
All now is over with him. He is gone.
STAUFF.
He lies not like one dead. The feather, see,
Moves on his lips! His sleep is very calm,
And on his features plays a placid smile.
[BAUMGARTEN goes to the door and speaks with some one.]
FÜRST.
Who's there?
BAUMGARTEN (returning).
Tell's wife, your daughter, she insists
That she must speak with you, and see her boy.
[WALTER TELL rises.]