Hear, then, what heaven suggested to my heart, Thou must to Italy,--to Saint Peter"s city,-- There cast thyself at the pope"s feet,--confess Thy guilt to him, and ease thy laden soul!
DUKE JOHN.
But will he not surrender me to vengeance!
TELL.
Whate"er he does receive as G.o.d"s decree.
DUKE 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, and mark me well You must ascend, keeping along the Reuss, Which from the mountains dashes wildly down.
DUKE 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 perished "neath the avalanche"s fall.
DUKE 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 pa.s.s, And are not whelmed beneath the drifted snows That from the frozen peaks come sweeping down, You"ll reach the bridge that hangs in drizzling spray; Then if it yield not "neath your heavy 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, For in the haunts of peace you must not linger.
DUKE JOHN.
Oh, Rudolph, Rudolph, royal grandsire! thus Thy grandson first sets foot within thy realms!
TELL.
Ascending still you gain the Gotthardt"s heights, On which the everlasting lakes repose, That from the streams of heaven itself are fed, There to the German soil you bid farewell; And thence, with rapid course, another stream Leads you to Italy, your promised land.
[Ranz des Vaches sounded on Alp-horns is heard without.
But I hear voices! Hence!
HEDWIG (hurrying in).
Where art thou, Tell?
Our father comes, and in exulting bands All the confederates approach.
DUKE JOHN (covering himself).
Woe"s me!
I dare not tarry "mid this happiness!
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.
HEDWIG.
Who is he?
TELL.
Do not ask And when he quits thee, turn thine eyes away That they may not behold the road he takes.
[DUKE JOHN advances hastily towards TELL, but he beckons him aside and exit. When both have left the stage, the scene changes, and discloses in--
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 to the Sechen. 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 liberator.
[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.
BERTHA.
Peasants! Confederates! Into your league Receive me here that happily am the first To find protection in the land of freedom.
To your brave hands I now intrust my rights.
Will you protect me as your citizen?
PEASANTS.
Ay, that we will, with life and fortune both!
BERTHA.
"Tis well! And to this youth I give my hand.
A free Swiss maiden to a free Swiss man!
RUDENZ.
And from this moment all my serfs are free!
[Music and the curtain falls.
FOOTNOTES.
[1] The German is Thalvogt, Ruler of the Valley--the name given figuratively to a dense gray mist which the south wind sweeps into the valleys from the mountain tops. It is well known as the precursor of stormy weather.
[2] A steep rock standing on the north of Ruetli, and nearly opposite to Brumen.
[3] In German, Wolfenschiessen--a young man of n.o.ble family, and a native of Unterwalden, who attached himself to the house of Austria and was appointed Burgvogt, or seneschal, of the castle of Rossberg. He was killed by Baumgarten in the manner and for the cause mentioned in the text.
[4] Literally, the Foehn is loose! "When," says Mueller, in his History of Switzerland, "the wind called the Foehn is high the navigation of the lake becomes extremely dangerous. Such is its vehemence that the laws of the country require that the fires shall be extinguished in the houses while it lasts, and the night watches are doubled. The inhabitants lay heavy stones upon the roofs of their houses to prevent their being blown away."
[5] Buerglen, the birthplace and residence of Tell. A chapel erected in 1522 remains on the spot formerly occupied by his house.