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96. William Tell.
Tell. YE crags and peaks, I'm with you once again.
And bid your tenant welcome to his home
I'm with you once again. I call to you
Erni. You're sure to keep the time That comes before the hour.
Tell. The hour
The death that threatened him. I could not shoot!
Emma. O, the fresh morning! Heaven's kind messenger, That never empty-handed comes to those
Praise be to Him
Who know to use its gifts.
Tell. Why should I, Emma, make thy heart acquainted
But, henceforth, we must have but one here also.
Emma. O William, you have wronged me- kindly wronged me.
Whenever yet was happiness the test
Of love in man or woman? Who'd not hold
To share a rich man's purse? There's not a churl,
Tell. Not even to know that, would I in so
When I wedded thee,
How happy was it then! I loved
Its very storms. Yes, Emma, I have sat
In my boat at night, when, midway o'er the lake,
I have thought of other lands, whose storms
Emma. I almost see thee on that fearful pass,
A feeling must not breathe where Gesler breathes
E'en from his seat upon the rock of Altorf.
97. Gil Blas'* Adventures at Pennaflor.
I ARRIVED in safety at Pennaflor; and, halting at the gate of an inn that made a tolerable appearance, I had no sooner alighted, than the landlord came out, and received me with great civility; he untied my portmanteau with his own hands, and, throwing it on his shoulders, conducted me into a room, while one of his servants led my mule into the stable. This innkeeper, the greatest talker of the Asturias, and as ready to relate his own affairs, without being asked, as to pry into those of another, told me that his name was Andrew Corcuelo; that he had served many years in the army in quality of a sergeant, and had quitted the service fifteen months ago, to marry a damsel of Castropol, who, though she was a little swarthy, knew very well how to turn the penny.
He said a thousand other things, which I could have dispensed with the hearing of; but, after having made me his confidant, he thought he had a right to exact the same condescension from me; and, accordingly, he asked me from whence I came, whither I was going, and what I was. I was obliged to answer article by article, because he accompanied every question with a profound bow, and begged me to excuse his curiosity with such a respectful air, that I could not refuse to satisfy him in every particular. This engaged me in a long conversation with him, and gave me occasion to mention my design, and the reason I had for disposing of my mule, that I might take the opportunity of a carrier.
Gil Blåg like zh; a as in father.
He approved of my intention, though not in a very succinct manner; for he represented all the troublesome accidents that might befall me on the road, recounted many dismal stories of travellers, and, I was afraid, would never have done; he concluded, at length, however, telling me that, if I had a mind to sell my mule, he was acquainted with a very honest jockey, who would buy her. I assured him he would oblige me in sending for him; upon which he went in quest of him with great eagerness.
It was not long before he returned with his man, whom he introduced to me as a person of exceeding honesty; and we went into the yard all together. There my mule was produced, and passed and repassed before the jockey, who examined her from head to foot, and did not fail to speak very disadvantageously of her. I own there was not much to be said in her praise; but, however, had it been the pope's mule, he would have found some defects in her. He assured me she had all the faults a mule could have, and, to convince me of his veracity, appealed to the landlord, who, doubtless, had his reasons for supporting his friend's assertions. "Well," said this dealer, with an air of indifference, "how much money do you expect for this wretched animal?”
After the eulogium he had bestowed on her, and the attestation of Signor Corcuelo, whom I believed to be a man of honesty and understanding, I would have given my mule for nothing, and therefore told him I would rely on his integrity, bidding him appraise the beast in his own conscience, and I would stand to the valuation. Upon this, he assumed the man of honor, and replied, that, in engaging his conscience, I took him on the weak side. In good sooth, that did not seem to be his strong side; for, instead of valuing her at ten or twelve pistoles, as my uncle had done, he fixed the price at three ducats, which I accepted with as much joy as if I had made an excellent bargain.
After having so advantageously disposed of my mule, the landlord conducted me to a carrier, who was to set out next day for Astorga. When every thing was settled between us,