Wilhelm Tell [8]
Have you come here direct from Fluelen, And have you noticed nothing on your way, Before you halted at my door? [*] A cell built in the 9th century, by Meinrad, Count of Hohenzollern, the founder of the Convent of Einsiedeln, subsequently alluded to in the text. STAUFF. (sits down). I saw A work in progress, as I came along, I little thought to see--that likes me ill. FURST. O friend! you've lighted on my thought at once. STAUFF. Such things in Uri ne'er were known before. Never was prison here in man's remembrance, Nor ever any stronghold but the grave. FURST. You name it well. It is the grave of freedom. STAUFF. Friend, Walter Furst, I will be plain with you. No idle curiosity it is That brings me here, but heavy cares. I left Thraldom at home, and thraldom meets me here. Our wrongs, e'en now, are more than we can bear And who shall tell us where they are to end? From eldest time the Switzer has been free, Accustom'd only to the mildest rule. Such things as now we suffer ne'er were known, Since herdsman first drove cattle to the hills. FURST. Yes, our oppressions are unparallel'd! Why, even our own good lord of Attinghaus, Who lived in olden times, himself declares They are no longer to be tamely borne. STAUFF. In Unterwalden yonder 'tis the same; And bloody has the retribution been. The imperial Seneschal, the Wolfshot, who At Rossberg dwelt, long'd for forbidden fruit-- Baumgarten's wife, that lives at Alzellen, He tried to make a victim to his lust, On which the husband slew him with his axe. FURST. O, Heaven is just in all its judgments still! Baumgarten, say you? A most worthy man. Has he escaped, and is he safely hid? STAUFF. Your son-in-law conveyed him o'er the lake, And he lies hidden in my house at Steinen. He brought the tidings with him of a thing That has been done at Sarnen, worse than all, A thing to make the very heart run blood! FURST. (attentively). Say on. What is it? STAUFF. There dwells in Melchthal, then, Just as you enter by the road from Kerns, An upright man, named Henry of the Halden, A man of weight and influence in the Diet. FURST. Who knows him not? But what of him? Proceed. STAUFF. The Landenberg, to punish some offence Committed by the old man's son, it seems, Had given command to take the youth's best pair Of oxen from his plough; on which the lad Struck down the messenger and took to flight. FURST. But the old father--tell me, what of him? STAUFF. The Landenberg sent for him, and required He should produce his son upon the spot; And when the old man protested, and with truth, That he knew nothing of the fugitive, The tyrant call'd his torturers. FURST. (springs up and tries to lead him to the other side). Hush, no more! STAUFF. (with increasing warmth). "And though thy son," he cried, "has 'scaped me now, I have thee fast, and thou shalt feel my vengeance." With that they flung the old man to the ground, And plunged the pointed steel into his eyes. FURST. Merciful Heaven! MELCH. (rushing out). Into his eyes, his eyes? STAUFF. (addresses himself in astonishment to Walter Furst). Who is this youth? MELCH. (grasping him convulsively). Into his eyes? Speak, speak! FURST. Oh, miserable hour! STAUFF. Who is it, tell me? [Stauffacher makes a sign to him.] It is his son! All-righteous Heaven! MELCH. And I Must be from thence! What! Into both his eyes? FURST. Be calm, be calm; and bear it like a man! MELCH. And all for me-- for my mad willful folly! Blind, did you say? Quite blind--and both his eyes? STAUFF. Ev'n so. The fountain of his sight is quench'd, He ne'er will see the blessed sunshine more. FURST. Oh, spare his anguish! MELCH. Never, never more! [Presses his hands upon his eyes and is silent for some moments: then turning from one to the other, speaks in a subdued tone, broken by sobs.] O, the eye's light, of all the gifts of Heaven, The dearest, best! From light all beings live-- Each fair created thing--the very plants Turn with a joyful transport to the light, And he--he must drag on through all his days In endless darkness! Never more for him The sunny meads shall glow, the