Prose
Prose is a genre of literature, in the voice of commonplace or ordinary speech.
Prose may be artful, and employ metaphor, meter, or rhyme by the cartful. However, if it is versified or has a strict structure of meter or rhyme, or if it is read in a stylized fashion, this is a genre of poetry in the voice of ordinary speech, called Prose poetry. Prose is the genre usually adopted for the description of facts, or the discussion of ideas. It is the genre of the newspaper, encyclopedia, fiction and fact, of screen-plays, philosophy, or of letters to Dad or the bank examiner.
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What course do you propose?
RUDENZ.
In the dark mystery that shrouds her fate,
Where I can grasp at naught of certainty,
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Their strongholds must be levelled! Everyone,
Come, lead us on! We follow! Why defer
Tell's arm was free when we at Rootli swore,
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Meanwhile to arms, and wait in readiness
For swifter than a boat can scour the lake
And when you see the welcome flames ascend,
And lay the despots and their creatures low!
SCENE III.
The pass near Kuessnacht, sloping down from behind, with
heights, before they appear on the stage. Rocks all round
overgrown with brushwood.
TELL (enters with his crossbow).
There leads no other road to Kuessnacht; here
Yon alder tree stands well for my concealment,
The straitness of the path forbids pursuit.
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My bow was bent on forest game alone,
But thou hast scared me from my dream of peace;
To rankling poison in my breast, and made
He who could make his own child's head his mark
Must be protected, tyrant, from thy fury!
And thou, with murderous joy, a father forced
Writhing before thee, I implored thy mercy,
A fearful oath, which met God's ear alone,
Its aim should be thy heart. The vow I made
I hold a sacred debt, and I will pay it.
Thou art my lord, my emperor's delegate,
So far as thou. He sent thee to these Cantons
But not to wanton with unbridled will
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