TELL.
Thou know'st the marksman—I, and I alone.
Now are our homesteads free, and innocence
From thee is safe: thou'lt be our curse no more.
[TELL disappears. People rush in.]
STUSSI.
What is the matter? Tell me what has happen'd?
ARMGART.
The Viceroy's shot—pierced by a cross-bow bolt!
PEOPLE (running in).
Who has been shot?
[While the foremost of the marriage party are coming on the stage, the hindmost are still upon the heights. The music continues.]