Friedrich Schiller,
Wilhelm Tell
“ GESSLER. Or thou must shoot, or with thee dies the boy. TELL. Shall I become the murderer of my child! You have no children, sir—you do not know The tender throbbings of a father's heart. GESSLER. How now, Tell, so discreet upon a sudden I had been told thou wert a visionary,— A wanderer from the paths of common men. Thou lovest the marvellous. So have I now Culled out for thee a task of special daring. Another man might pause and hesitate; Thou dashest at it, heart and soul, at once. BERTHA. Oh, do not jest, my lord, with these poor souls! ”
