GEs.

TELL.
GEs.

TELL.
GES.

WILLIAM TELL,

Let’s examine him forthwith.
Your name, boy ?
Albert.
Albert what ?
(Winking at his father.) Hem! Smith.
Ah! that wo’nt do. Feel in his pockets, quick !

[A 21 searches ALBERT’S pockets.

. Two tops, an apple, and a half-sucked stick

Of barley-sugar.
Stop! give us a bit.
This spoil becomes the conq’ror’s perquisite.
[Sucking the barley sugar. A 21 is proceeding to Lite the
apple ; GESLER snatches it from him.

Stop! no, you don’t, my buck; that’s ours as well.
We mean to have some fun with it. Here, Tell.
I am here.

Of your jokes pray have a care,
Your whereabouts is neither here nor there.
You ought to die—but yet I do n’t mind giving
You and your son a chance to earn a living.
You’re very kind ; anything I can do—
We want to see a little sport ; so you
At fifty yards off, with an arrow straight,
Must shoot this apple from young Albert’s pate.