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re. HEDWIG (casting herself upon his bosom). Oh, father, and thou, too, hast lost my Tell! The country--all have lost him! All lament His loss; and, oh, how he must pine for us! Heaven keep his soul from sinking to despair! No friend's consoling voice can penetrate His dreary dungeon walls. Should befall sick! Ah! In the vapors of the murky vault He must fall sick. Even as the Alpine rose Grows pale and withers in the swampy air, There is no life for him, but in the sun, And in the balm of heaven's refreshing breeze. Imprisoned? Liberty to him is breath; He cannot live in the rank dungeon air! STAUFFACHER. Pray you be calm! And, hand in hand, we'll all Combine to burst his prison doors. HEDWIG. Without him, What have you power to do? While Tell was free, There still, indeed, was hope--weak innocence Had still a friend, and the oppressed a stay. Tell saved you all! You cannot all combined Release him from his cruel prison bonds. [The BARON wakes. BAUMGARTEN. Hush, hush! He starts! ATTINGHAUSEN (sitting up). Where is he? STAUFFACHER. Who? ATTINGHAUSEN. He leaves me,-- In my last moments he abandons me. STAUFFACHER. He means his nephew. Have they sent for him? FURST. He has been summoned. Cheerily, Sir! Take comfort! He has found his heart at last, and is our own. ATTINGHAUSEN. Say, has he spoken for his native land? STAUFFACHER. Ay, like a hero! ATTINGHAUSEN. Wherefore comes he not, That he may take my blessing ere I die? I feel my life fast ebbing to a close. STAUFFACHER. Nay, talk not thus, dear Sir! This last short sleep Has much refreshed you, and your eye is bright. ATTINGHAUSEN. Life is but pain, and even that has left me; My sufferings, like my hopes, have passed away. [Observing the boy. What boy is that? FURST. Bless him. Oh, good my lord! He is my grandson, and is fatherless. [HEDWIG kneels with the boy before the dying man. ATTINGHAUSEN. And fatherless I leave you all, ay, all! Oh, wretched fate, that these old eyes should see My country's ruin, as they close in death. Must I attain the utmost verge of life, To feel my hopes go with me to the grave. STAUFFACHER (to FURST). Shall he depart 'mid grief and gloom like this? Shall not his parting moments be illumed By hope's delightful beams? My noble lord, Raise up your drooping spirit! We
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