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Alb. What you would have me like, I'll be like, As far as will to labour join'd, can make me. Emma. Well said, my boy! Knelt you when you
got up To-day? · Alb. I did ; and do so every day! Emma. I know you do! And think you, when you
Alb. To Him who made me, mother.
Alb. The name of Him who died
Emma. Remember that!
Alb. I will !.
The sluggard, in comparison, am up
Alb. That as the peak
So they, who highest stand in fortune's smile,
Alb. Rather to place my good in what I have,
Emma. I'm glad you husband what you learn.
Alb. Content is a good thing.
Emma. A thing, the good
Alb. My father's good.
Alb. I do not think
Emma. I did not say all good men find content. I would be busy ; leave me.
Alb. You're not angry ?
The time will come you will not ask your mother
Alb. Never !
Alb. I would not be a man to see that time :
[They embrace—ALBERT runs off into the cottage. Why should my heart sink? 'tis for this we rear them! Cherish their tiny limbs ; pine if a thorn But mar their tender skin; gather them to us Closer than miser hugs bis bag of gold ; Bear more for them than slave, who makes his flesh A casket for the rich purloinéd gemTo send them forth into wintry world To brave its flaws and tempests !—They must go ; Far better, then, they go with hearty will ! Be that my consolation.—Nestling as He is, he is the making of a bird Will own no cowering wing. 'Twas fine~'twas fine To see my eaglet, on the verge o' the nest, Ruffling himself at sight of the huge gulf He feels anon he'll have the wing to soar ! Re-enter ALBERT from the Cottage, with a bow and ar
rows, and a rude target, which he sets up during the
first lines, laying his bow and quiver on the ground. What have you there?
Alb. My bow and arrows, mother.
Emma. When will you use them like your father,
boy? Alb. Some time I hope.
Emma. You brag! There's not an archer
Alb. But I'm his son; and when I am a man,
Emma. May you be such
Alb. I'll show you
within An inch! Emma. O fy! it wants a hand. [Going into the
cottage. Alb. A hand's An inch for me. I'll hit it yet. Now for it! [Shoots
[While ALBERT continues to shoot, the light gra
dually approaches the base of the mountains in the distance, and spreads itself over the lake and valley.
Enter TELL, watching ALBERT some time in silence.
Tell. That's scarce a miss that comes so near the
mark! Well aim'd, young archer! With what ease he draws The bow. To see those sinews, who'd believe Such vigour lodged in them? Well aim'd again ! There plays the skill will thin the chamios' herd, And bring the lammer-geyer from the cloud To Earth. Perhaps do greater feats—Perhaps Make'man its quarry, when he dares to tread Upon his fellow-men! That little arm, His mother's palm can span, may help, anon, To pull a sinewy tyrant from his seat, And from their chains a prostrate people lift To liberty! I'd be content to die, Living to see that day !—What, Albert !
Welcome, welcome William!