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ies_ FUeRST _and runs up to him_). Grandfather, help, they want to seize my father! FRIESS. Away to prison! FUeRST (_running in_). Stay, I offer bail. For God's sake, Tell, what is the matter here? [MELCHTHAL _and_ STAUFFACHER _enter_.] LEUTH. He has contemn'd the Viceroy's sovereign power, Refusing flatly to acknowledge it. STAUFF. Has Tell done this? MELCHTHAL. Villain, you know 'tis false! LEUTH. He has not made obeisance to the cap. FUeRST. And shall for this to prison? Come, my friend, Take my security, and let him go. FRIESS. Keep your security for yourself--you'll need it. We only do our duty. Hence with him. MELCHTHAL (_to the country people_). This is too bad--shall we stand by and see Him dragged away before our very eyes? SACRIST. We are the strongest. Friends, endure it not, Our countrymen will back us to a man. FRIESS. Who dares the governor's commands? OTHER THREE PEASANTS (_running in_). We'll help you. What's the matter? Down with them! [HILDEGARD, MECHTHILD _and_ ELSBETH _return_.] TELL. Go, go, good people, I can help myself. Think you, had I a mind to use my strength, These pikes of theirs should daunt me? MELCHTHAL (_to_ FRIESSHARDT). Only try-- Try from our midst to force him, if you dare. FUeRST _and_ STAUFFACHER. Peace, peace, friends! FRIESSHARDT (_loudly_). Riot! Insurrection, ho! [_Hunting-horns without_.] WOMEN. The Governor! FRIESSHARDT _(raising his voice_). Rebellion! Mutiny! STAUFF. Roar till you burst, knave! ROeSSELMANN _and_ MELCHTHAL. Will you hold your tongue? FRIESSHARDT (_calling still louder_). Help, help, I say, the servants of the law! FUeRST. The Viceroy here! Then we shall smart for this! [_Enter_ GESSLER _on horseback, with a falcon on his wrist_: RUDOLPH DER HARRAS, BERTHA, _and_ RUDENZ, _and a numerous train of armed attendants, who form a circle of lances round the whole stage_.] HARRAS. Room for the Viceroy! GESSLER. Drive the clowns apart. Why throng the people thus? Who calls for help? [_General silence_.] [Illustration: TELL AND GESSLER As performed at the Royal Theatre, Dresden, 1906.] Who was it? I _will_ know. [FRIESSHARDT _steps forward_.]
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