[GESSLER makes signs with his hand, which he repeats with vehemence, when he finds they are not understood.]
Where shall I take you to?
To Küssnacht? What you say I can't make out.
Oh, do not grow impatient! Leave all thought
Of earthly things and make your peace with Heaven.
[The whole marriage party gather round the dying man.]
STUSSI.
See there! how pale he grows! Death's gathering now
About his heart—his eyes grow dim and glazed.
ARMGART (holds up a child).
Look, children, how a tyrant dies!
HARRAS.
Mad hag!
Have you no touch of feeling, that your eyes
Gloat on a sight so horrible as this?
Help me—take hold. What, will not one assist
To pull the torturing arrow from his breast?