Say what you will; I am the Emperor's liege, And how to please him my first thought must be. He did not send me here to fawn and cringe, And coax these boors into good humor. No! Obedience he must have. The struggle's this: Is king or peasant to be sovereign here? ARMGART. Now is the moment! Now for my petition! GESSLER. 'Twas not in sport that I set up the cap In Altdorf--or to try the people's hearts-- All this I knew before. I set it up That they might learn to bend those stubborn necks They carry far too proudly--and I placed What well I knew their pride could never brook Full in the road, which they perforce must pass, That, when their eye fell on it, they might call That lord to mind whom they too much forget. HARRAS. But surely, sir, the people have some rights-- GESSLER. This is no time to settle what they are. Great projects are at work, and hatching now. The Imperial house seeks to extend its power. Those vast designs of conquest which the sire Has gloriously begun, the son will end. This petty nation is a stumbling-block-- One way or other, it must be put down. [_They are about to pass on_. ARMGART _throws herself down before_ GESSLER.] ARMGART. Mercy, lord governor! Oh, pardon, pardon! GESSLER. Why do you cross me on the public road? Stand back, I say. ARMGART. My husband lies in prison; My wretched orphans cry for bread. Have pity, Pity, my lord, upon our sore distress! HARRAS. Who are you? and your husband, what is he? ARMGART. A poor wild hay-man of the Rigiberg, Kind sir, who on the brow of the abyss, Mows the unowner'd grass from craggy shelves, To which the very cattle dare not climb. HARRAS (_to_ GESSLER). By Heaven! a sad and pitiable life! I pray you set the wretched fellow free. How great soever may be his offence, His horrid trade is punishment enough. [_To_ ARMGART.] You shall have justice. To the castle bring Your suit. This is no place to deal with it. ARMGART. No, no, I will not stir from where I stand, Until your grace gives me my husband back. Six months already has he been shut up, And waits the sentence of a judge in vain. GESSLER. How! would you force me, woman? Hence! Begone! ARMGART. Justice, my lord! Ay, justice! Thou are judge, Vice-regent of the Emperor--of Heaven. Then do thy duty--as thou hopest for justice From Him who rules above, show it to us! GESSLER. Hence! Drive this insolent rabble from my sight! ARMGART (_seizing his horse's reins_). No, no, by Heaven, I've nothing more to lose.-- Thou stir'st not, Viceroy, from this spot, until Thou dost me fullest justice. Knit thy brows, And roll thine eyes--I fear not. Our distress Is so extreme, so boundless, that we care No longer for thine anger. GESSLER. Woman, hence! Give way, or else my horse shall ride you down. ARMGART. Well, let it!--there-- [_Throws her children and herself upon the ground before him_.]