Ver. Nestling as he is, he is the making of a bird Will own no cowering wing. Alb. Now, Verner, look! (Shoots.) There's within An inch! Ver. Oh fy! it wants a hand. Alb. A hand's (Re-enter Albert.) (Exit Verner.) An inch for me. I'll hit it yet. Now for it! (While Albert continues to shoot, Tell enters and watches him some time, in silence.) Tell. That's scarce a miss that comes so near the mark! Well aimed, young archer! With what ease he bends The bow! To see those sinews, who'd believe And from their chains a prostrate people lift Living to see that day! What, Albert! Too fast. (Albert continues shooting.) Tell. You're not steady. I perceived You wavered now. Let every limb Right to the tyrant's heart! (Hits the mark.) Well done my boy! Alb. Before the sun. Tell. Ay, strive with him. He never lies abed When it is time to rise. Be like the sun. Alb. What you would have me like, I'll be like, As far as will to labor joined can make me. Tell. Well said, my boy! Knelt you when you got up To-day? Alb. I did; and do so every day. Tell. I know you do! And think you, when you kneel, To whom you kneel? Alb. To Him who made me, father. Tell. And in whose name? Alb. The name of Him who died For me and all men, that all men and I Tell. That's right. Remember that, my son: 'Tis more than friends or fortune; clothing, food; To live, when these are gone, where they are nought- Alb. I will. Tell. I'm glad you value what you're taught. That is the lesson of content, my son; He who finds which, has all-who misses, nothing. 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. (Tell paces the stage in thought. Alb. I am ready, father. Tell. (Taking Albert by the hand.) Dost thou fear the snow, (Exit Albert.) Re-enter Albert.) Now mark me, Albert! The ice-field, or the hail flaw? Carest thou for All right. Thou must travel Alb. I'm ready; say all night again. Tell. The mountains are to cross, for thou must reach Mount Faigel by the dawn. Alb. Not sooner shall The dawn be there than I. Tell. Heaven speeding thee. Alb. Heaven speeding me. Art sure Of the point? I think 'tis loose. No-stay! "Twill do. You're sure of the track? Alb. Quite sure. Tell. The buskin of That leg's untied; stoop down and fasten it. You know the point where you must round the cliff? Exit Albert.) Tell. Thy belt is slack-draw it tight. Its very storms. I have sat at midnight The stars went out, and down the mountain gorge PRINCE Hubert. SELECTION XXIV. ARTHUR-HUBERT—ATTENDANTS.—Shakspeare. Heat me these irons hot; and look thou stand Within the arras; when I strike my foot, Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth, And bind the boy, which you shall find with me, First Attendant. I hope your warrant will bear out the deed. Hub. Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you: look to it.(Exeunt Attendants.) Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you. (Enter Arthur.) Arthur. Good-morrow, Hubert. Hub. Good-morrow, little prince. Arth. As little prince (having so great a title To be more prince) as may be ;-You are sad. Methinks nobody should be sad but I: Is it my fault that I were Geoffrey's son ? Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate Hub. His words do take possession of my bosom.— Read here, young Arthur. (Showing a paper.) How now foolish rheum! (Aside.) Turning dispiteous torture out the door! I must be brief; lest resolution drop Out at mine eyes, in tender womanish tears.- Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect: Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes? Arth. And will you? Hub. And I will. Arth. Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,) And with my hand at midnight held your head, If heaven be pleased that you should use me ill, Hub. I have sworn to do it; And with hot irons must I burn them out. Arth. Ah, none but in this iron age would do it: Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears, Even in the matter of mine innocence: Nay, after that, consume away in rust, Are you more stubborn-hard than hammered iron? And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes, (Re-enter Attendants, with cord, irons, &c.) Do as I bid you. Arth. Oh, save me, Hubert, save me! My eyes are out, Even with the fierce looks of the bloody men. Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here. I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, |