VER. Open his vest
And give him air.
(_ALBERT opens his father’s vest, and the arrow drops. TELL starts,
fixes his eye upon ALBERT, and clasps him to his breast._)
TELL. My boy! my boy!
GES. For what
Hid you that arrow in your breast? Speak, slave!
TELL. To kill thee, tyrant, had I slain my boy!
--SHERIDAN KNOWLES.