The fire and energy of Tell contrasts nobly with the youthful ambition of his son's young and noble heart. It is a charming exercise, and exceedingly effective when well delivered:
Scene.—Exterior of Tell's cottage. Enter Albert (Tell's son) with bow and arrows, and Verner.
Verner. Ah! Albert! What have you there?
Albert. My bow and arrows, Verner.
Ver. When will you use them like your father, boy?
Alb. Some time, I hope.
Ver. You brag! There's not an archer
In all Helvetia can compare with him.
Alb. But I'm his son; and when I am a man
I may be like him. Verner, do I brag,