Ver. Nestling as he is, he is the making of a bird Will own no cowering wing. (Re-enter Albert.) Alb. Now, Verner, look! (Shoots.) There's within An inch! Ver. Oh fy! it wants a hand. Alb. A hand's An inch for me. I'll hit it yet. (Exit Verner.)! 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 Such strength did lodge in them? That little arm, His mother's palm can span, may help, anon, 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. Stand firm. Let every limb Be braced as marble, and as motionless. Right to the tyrant's heart! (Hits the mark.) Well done my boy! Alb. Before the sun. Tell. Ay, strive with him. When it is time to rise. He never lies abed 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. That's right. Remember that, my son: Forget all things but that-remember that! "Tis more than friends or fortune; clothing, food; All things on earth; yea, life itself!-It is 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. 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.) The ice-field, or the hail flaw? (Exit Albert.) Re-enter Albert.) Now mark me, Albert! Carest thou for The mountain-mist that settles on the peak, 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. Tell. Show me thy staff. Art sure Of the point? I think 'tis loose. No-stay! "Twill do. Caution is speed when danger's to be passed. Examine well the crevice. Do not trust the snow! "Tis well there is a moon to-night. 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 SELECTION XXIV. PRINCE Hubert. 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. Arthur. (Enter 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. Indeed, I have been merrier. Hub. Arth. Mercy on me! Methinks nobody should be sad but I: (Aside.) Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? You look pale to-day. In sooth, I would you were a little sick; I warrant I love you more than you do me. 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. Can you not read it? Is it not fair writ? Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect: Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes? Hub. Young boy, must. Arth. And will you? Hub. And I will. 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. Tell. Show me thy staff. Art sure Of the point? I think 'tis loose. No-stay! "Twill do. Caution is speed when danger's to be passed. Examine well the crevice. Do not trust the snow! "Tis well there is a moon to-night. You're sure of the track? Alb. Quite sure. That leg's untied; stoop down and fasten it. You know the point where you must round the cliff? Tell. Thy belt is slack-draw it tight. Eaglet of my heart! The land was free! And bless him that it was so. It was free- Its very storms. I have sat at midnight The stars went out, and down the mountain gorge Exit Albert.) SELECTION XXIV. PRINCE ARTHUR-HUBERT-ATTENDANTS.- -Shakspeare. Hubert. Heat me these irons hot; and look thou stand in the arras; when I strike my foot, the bosom of the ground, rush forth, |