Alb. Content is a good thing.
Tell. A thing, the good
Alone can profit by. But go, Albert,
Reach thy cap and wallet, and thy mountain staff.
Don't keep me waiting. [Exit Albert.
Tell paces the stage in thought. Re-enter Albert.
Alb. I am ready, father.
Tell. (taking Albert by the hand). Now mark me, Albert
Dost thou fear the snow,
The ice-field, or the hail flaw? Carest thou for