How I can shoot (goes out to fix the mark.)
Ver. Nestling as he is, he is the making of a bird
Will own no cowering wing.
Re-enter Albert.
Alb. Now, Verner, look! (shoots) There's within
An inch!
Ver. Oh, fy! it wants a hand. [Exit Verner.
Alb. A hand's
An inch for me. I'll hit it yet. Now for it.
While Albert continues to shoot, Tell enters and watches him some time, in silence.