[To ARMGART.]
You shall have justice. To the castle bring
Your suit. This is no place to deal with it.
ARMGART.
No, no, I will not stir from where I stand,
Until your grace gives me my husband back.
Six months already has he been shut up,
And waits the sentence of a judge in vain.
GESSLER.
How! would you force me, woman? Hence! Begone!
ARMGART.
Justice, my lord! Ay, justice! Thou are judge,
Vice-regent of the Emperor—of Heaven.
Then do thy duty—as thou hopest for justice
From Him who rules above, show it to us!
GESSLER.
Hence! Drive this insolent rabble from my sight!