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assistance to me. TELL. Can I assist you? Can a sinful man? Yet get ye up--how black soe'er your crime-- You are a man. I, too, am one. From Tell Shall no one part uncomforted. I will Do all that lies within my power. JOHN (springs up and grasps him ardently by the hand). Oh, Tell, You save me from the terrors of despair. TELL. Let go my hand! You must away. You can not Remain here undiscover'd, and, discover'd, You cannot count on succour. Which way, then, Would you be going? Where do you hope to find A place of rest? JOHN. Alas! I know not where. TELL. Hear, then, what Heaven unto my heart suggests. You must to Italy,--to Saint Peter's City-- There cast yourself at the Pope's feet,--confess Your guilt to him, and ease your laden soul! JOHN. Will he not to the avengers yield me up? TELL. Whate'er he does, accept it as from God. JOHN. But how am I to reach that unknown land? I have no knowledge of the way, and dare not Attach myself to other travellers. TELL. I will describe the road, so mark me well! You must ascend, keeping along the Reuss, Which from the mountains dashes wildly down. JOHN (in alarm). What! See the Reuss? The witness of my deed! TELL. The road you take lies through the river's gorge, And many a cross proclaims where travellers Have been by avalanches done to death. JOHN. I have no fear for nature's terrors, so I can appease the torments of my soul. TELL. At every cross, kneel down and expiate Your crime with burning penitential tears-- And if you 'scape the perils of the pass, And are not whelm'd beneath the drifted snows, That from the frozen peaks come sweeping down, You'll reach the bridge that's drench'd with drizzling spray. Then if it give not way beneath your guilt, When you have left it safely in your rear, Before you frowns the gloomy Gate of Rocks, Where never sun did shine. Proceed through this, And you will reach a bright and gladsome vale. Yet must you hurry on with hasty steps, You must not linger in the haunts of peace. JOHN. O, Rudolph, Rudolph, royal grandsire! Thus Thy grandson first sets foot within thy realms! TELL. Ascending still, you gain the Gotthardt's heights, Where are the tarns, the everlasting tarns, That from the streams of Heaven itself are fed, There to the German soil you bid farewell; And thence, with swift descent, another stream Leads you to Italy, your promised land. [Ranz des Vaches sounded on Alp-horns is heard without.] But I hear voices! Hence! HEDW. (hurrying in). Where art thou, Tell? My father comes, and in exulting bands All the confederates approach. DUKE JOHN (covering himself). Woe's me! I dare not tarry 'mong these happy men! TELL. Go, dearest wife, and give this man to eat. Spare not your bounty; for his road is long. And one where shelter will be hard to find. Quick--they approach! HEDW. Who is he? TELL. Do not ask! And when he quits you, turn your eyes away, So that you do not see which way he goes. [Duke John advances hastily towards Tell, but he beckons him aside and exit. When both have left the stage, the scene changes.]

SCENE III. The whole valley before Tell's house, the heights which enclose it occupied by peasants, grouped into tableaux. Some are seen crossing a lofty bridge, which crosses the Shechen. Walter Furst with the two boys. Werner and Stauffacher come forward. Others throng after them. When Tell appears, all receive him with loud cheers.

ALL. Long live brave Tell, our shield, our saviour! [While those in front are crowding round Tell, and embracing him, Rudenz and Bertha appear. The former salutes the peasantry, the latter embraces Hedwig. The music from the mountains continues to play. When it has stopped, Bertha steps into the centre of the crowd.] BERTH. Peasants! Confederates! Into your league Receive me, who was happily the first That found deliverance in the land of freedom. To your brave hands I now entrust my rights. Will you protect me as your citizen? PEAS. Ay, that we will, with life and goods! BERTH. 'Tis well! And now to him [Turning to Rudenz] I frankly give my hand, A free Swiss maiden to a free Swiss man! RUD. And
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