Wilhelm Tell - Friedrich Schiller (reading a book .txt) 📗

Look at the fiery signals on the mountains!

MASTER MASON. Hark to the bells above the forest there!

RUODI. The enemy's expelled.

MASTER MASON.
The forts are taken.

RUODI. And we of Uri, do we still endure Upon our native soil the tyrant's keep? Are we the last to strike for liberty?

MASTER MASON. Shall the yoke stand that was to bow our necks? Up! Tear it to the ground!

ALL.
Down, down with it!

RUODI. Where is the Stier of Uri?

URI.
Here. What would ye?

RUODI. Up to your tower, and wind us such a blast, As shall resound afar, from hill to hill; Rousing the echoes of each peak and glen, And call the mountain men in haste together!

[Exit STIER OF URI - enter WALTER FURST.

FURST. Stay, stay, my friends! As yet we have not learned What has been done in Unterwald and Schwytz. Let's wait till we receive intelligence!

RUODI. Wait, wait for what? The accursed tyrant's dead, And the bright day of liberty has dawned!

MASTER MASON. How! Do these flaming signals not suffice, That blaze on every mountain top around?

RUODI. Come all, fall to - come, men and women, all! Destroy the scaffold! Tear the arches down! Down with the walls; let not a stone remain.

MASTER MASON. Come, comrades, come! We built it, and we know How best to hurl it down.

ALL.
Come! Down with it!

[They fall upon the building at every side.

FURST. The floodgate's burst. They're not to be restrained.

[Enter MELCHTHAL and BAUMGARTEN.

MELCHTHAL. What! Stands the fortress still, when Sarnen lies In ashes, and when Rossberg is a ruin?

FURST. You, Melchthal, here? D'ye bring us liberty? Say, have you freed the country of the foe?

MELCHTHAL. We've swept them from the soil. Rejoice, my friend; Now, at this very moment, while we speak, There's not a tyrant left in Switzerland!

FURST. How did you get the forts into your power?

MELCHTHAL. Rudenz it was who with a gallant arm, And manly daring, took the keep at Sarnen. The Rossberg I had stormed the night before. But hear what chanced. Scarce had we driven the foe Forth from the keep, and given it to the flames, That now rose crackling upwards to the skies, When from the blaze rushed Diethelm, Gessler's page, Exclaiming, "Lady Bertha will be burnt!"

FURST. Good heavens!

[The beams of the scaffold are heard falling.

MELCHTHAL.
'Twas she herself. Here had she been Immured in secret by the viceroy's orders. Rudenz sprang up in frenzy. For we heard The beams and massive pillars crashing down, And through the volumed smoke the piteous shrieks Of the unhappy lady.

FURST.
Is she saved?

MELCHTHAL. Here was a time for promptness and decision! Had he been nothing but our baron, then We should have been most chary of our lives; But he was our confederate, and Bertha Honored the people. So without a thought, We risked the worst, and rushed into the flames.

FURST. But is she saved?

MELCHTHAL.
She is. Rudenz and I Bore her between us from the blazing pile, With crashing timbers toppling all around. And when she had revived, the danger past, And raised her eyes to meet the light of heaven, The baron fell upon my breast; and then A silent vow of friendship passed between us - A vow that, tempered in yon furnace heat, Will last through every shock of time and fate.

FURST. Where is the Landenberg?

MELCHTHAL.
Across the Bruenig. No fault of mine it was, that he, who quenched My father's eyesight, should go hence unharmed. He fled - I followed - overtook and seized him, And dragged him to my father's feet. The sword Already quivered o'er the caitiff's head, When at the entreaty of the blind old man, I spared the life for which he basely prayed. He swore Urphede [26], never to return: He'll keep his oath, for he has felt our arm.

FURST. Thank God, our victory's unstained by blood!

CHILDREN (running across the stage with fragments of wood). Liberty! Liberty! Hurrah, we're free!

FURST. Oh! what a joyous scene! These children will, E'en to their latest day, remember it.

[Girls bring in the cap upon a pole. The whole stage
is filled with people.

RUODI. Here is the cap, to which we were to bow!

BAUMGARTEN. Command us, how we shall dispose of it.

FURST. Heavens! 'Twas beneath this cap my grandson stood!

SEVERAL VOICES. Destroy the emblem of the tyrant's power! Let it burn!

FURST.
No. Rather be preserved! 'Twas once the instrument of despots - now 'Twill be a lasting symbol of our freedom.

[Peasants, men, women, and children, some standing,
others sitting upon the beams of the shattered scaffold,
all picturesquely grouped, in a large semicircle.

MELCHTHAL. Thus now, my friends, with light and merry hearts, We stand upon the wreck of tyranny; And gallantly have we fulfilled the oath, Which we at Rootli swore, confederates!

FURST. The work is but begun. We must be firm. For, be assured, the king will make all speed, To avenge his viceroy's death, and reinstate, By force of arms, the tyrant we've expelled.

MELCHTHAL. Why, let him come, with all his armaments! The foe within has fled before our arms; We'll give him welcome warmly from without!

RUODI. The passes to the country are but few; And these we'll boldly cover with our bodies.

BAUMGARTEN. We are bound by an indissoluble league, And all his armies shall not make us quail.

[Enter ROSSELMANN and STAUFFACHER.

ROSSELMANN (speaking as he enters). These are the awful judgments of the lord!

PEASANT. What is the matter?

ROSSELMANN.
In what times we live!

FURST. Say on, what is't? Ha, Werner, is it you? What tidings?

PEASANT.
What's the matter?

ROSSELMANN.
Hear and wonder.

STAUFFACHER. We are released from one great cause of dread.

ROSSELMANN. The emperor is murdered.

FURST.
Gracious heaven!

[PEASANTS rise up and throng round STAUFFACHER.

ALL. Murdered! the emperor? What! The emperor! Hear!

MELCHTHAL. Impossible! How came you by the news?

STAUFFACHER. 'Tis true! Near Bruck, by the assassin's hand, King Albert fell. A most trustworthy man, John Mueller, from Schaffhausen, brought the news.

FURST. Who dared commit so horrible a deed?

STAUFFACHER. The doer makes the deed more dreadful still; It was his nephew, his own brother's child, Duke John of Austria, who struck the blow.

MELCHTHAL. What drove him to so dire a parricide?

STAUFFACHER. The emperor kept his patrimony back, Despite his urgent importunities; 'Twas said, indeed, he never meant to give it, But with a mitre to appease the duke. However this may be, the duke gave ear, To the ill counsel of his friends in arms; And with the noble lords, von Eschenbach, Von Tegerfeld, von Wart, and Palm, resolved, Since his demands for justice were despised, With his own hands to take revenge at least.

FURST. But say, how compassed he the dreadful deed?

STAUFFACHER. The king was riding down from Stein to Baden, Upon his way to join the court at Rheinfeld, - With him a train of high-born gentlemen, And the young princes, John and Leopold. And when they reached the ferry of the Reuss, The assassins forced their way into the boat, To separate the emperor from his suite. His highness landed, and was riding on Across a fresh-ploughed field - where once, they say, A mighty city stood in Pagan times - With Hapsburg's ancient turrets full in sight, Where all the grandeur of his line had birth - When Duke John plunged a dagger in his throat, Palm ran him through the body with his lance, Eschenbach cleft his skull at one fell blow, And down he sank, all weltering in his blood, On his own soil, by his own kinsmen slain. Those on the opposite bank, who saw the deed, Being parted by the stream, could only raise An unavailing cry of loud lament. But a poor woman, sitting by the way, Raised him, and on her breast he bled to death.

MELCHTHAL. Thus has he dug his own untimely grave, Who sought insatiably to grasp at all.

STAUFFACHER. The country round is filled with dire alarm. The mountain passes are blockaded all, And sentinels on every frontier set; E'en ancient Zurich barricades her gates, That for these thirty years have open stood, Dreading the murderers, and the avengers more, For cruel Agnes comes, the Hungarian queen, To all her sex's tenderness a stranger, Armed with the thunders of the church to wreak Dire vengeance for her parent's royal blood, On the whole race of those that murdered him, - Upon their servants, children, children's children, - Nay on the stones that build their castle walls. Deep has she sworn a vow to immolate Whole generations on her father's tomb, And bathe in blood as in the dew of May.

MELCHTHAL. Know you which way the murderers have fled?

STAUFFACHER. No sooner had they done the deed than they Took flight, each following a different route, And parted, ne'er to see each other more. Duke John must still be wandering in the mountains.

FURST. And thus their crime has yielded them no fruits. Revenge is barren. Of itself it makes The dreadful food it feeds on; its delight Is murder - its satiety despair.

STAUFFACHER. The assassins reap no profit by their crime; But we shall pluck with unpolluted hands The teeming fruits of their most bloody deed, For we are ransomed from our heaviest fear; The direst foe of liberty has fallen, And, 'tis reported, that the crown will pass From Hapsburg's house into another line. The empire is determined to assert Its old prerogative of choice, I hear.

FURST and several others. Has any one been named to you?

STAUFFACHER.
The Count Of Luxembourg is widely named already.

FURST. 'Tis well we stood so stanchly by the empire! Now we may hope for justice, and with cause.

STAUFFACHER. The emperor will need some valiant friends, And he will shelter us from Austria's vengeance.

[The peasantry embrace. Enter SACRIST, with imperial messenger.

SACRIST. Here are the worthy chiefs of Switzerland!

ROSSELMANN and several others. Sacrist, what news?

SACRISTAN.