[TASKMASTER retires up the stage. MASTER MASON. I'll drown the mallet in the deepest lake, That served my hand on this accursed pile. [Enter TELL and STAUFFACHER. STAUFFACHER. Oh, that I had not lived to see this sight! TELL. Here 'tis not good to be. Let us proceed. STAUFFACHER. Am I in Uri, in the land of freedom? MASTER MASON. Oh, sir, if you could only see the vaults Beneath these towers. The man that tenants them Will never hear the cock crow more. STAUFFACHER. O God! MASTER MASON. Look at these ramparts and these buttresses, That seem as they were built to last forever. TELL. Hands can destroy whatever hands have reared. [Pointing to the mountains. That house of freedom God hath built for us. [A drum is heard. People enter bearing a cap upon a pole, followed by a crier. Women and children thronging tumultuously after them. FIRST WORKMAN. What means the drum? Give heed! MASTER MASON. Why here's a mumming! And look, the cap,--what can they mean by that? CRIER. In the emperor's name, give ear! WORKMEN. Hush! silence! hush! CRIER. Ye men of Uri, ye do see this cap! It will be set upon a lofty pole In Altdorf, in the market-place: and this Is the lord governor's good will and pleasure, The cap shall have like honor as himself, And all shall reverence it with bended knee, And head uncovered; thus the king will know Who are his true and loyal subjects here: His life and goods are forfeit to the crown, That shall refuse obedience to the order. [The people burst out into laughter. The drum beats, and the procession passes on. FIRST WORKMAN. A strange device to fall upon, indeed! Do reverence to a cap! a pretty farce! Heard ever mortal anything like this? MASTER MASON. Down to a cap on bended knee, forsooth! Rare jesting this with men of sober sense! FIRST WORKMAN. Nay, were it but the imperial crown, indeed! But 'tis the cap of Austria! I've seen it Hanging above the throne in Gessler's hall. MASTER MASON. The cap of Austria! Mark that! A snare To get us into Austria's power, by heaven! WORKMEN. No freeborn man will stoop to such disgrace. MASTER MASON. Come--to our comrades, and advise with them! [They retire up. TELL (to STAUFFACHER). You see how matters stand: Farewell, my friend! STAUFFACHER. Whither away? Oh, leave us not so soon. TELL. They look for me at home. So fare ye well. STAUFFACHER. My heart's so full, and has so much to tell you. TELL. Words will not make a heart that's heavy light. STAUFFACHER. Yet words may possibly conduct to deeds. TELL. All we can do is to endure in silence. STAUFFACHER. But shall we bear what is not to be borne?