"Er—ahem!" said Walter Fürst. "That's the way," whispered Werner; " give it him!" "Er—ahem!" said Walter Fürst again; "the fact is, your Governorship—" "It's a small point," interrupted Gessler, "but I'm generally called 'your Excellency.' Yes?" "The fact is, your Excellency, it seems to the people of Switzerland—" "—Whom I represent," whispered Arnold of Melchthal. "—Whom I represent, that things want changing." "What things?" inquired Gessler. "The taxes, your excellent Governorship." "Change the taxes? Why, don't the people of Switzerland think there are enough taxes?" Arnold of Melchthal broke in hastily. "They think there are many too many," he said. "What with the tax on sheep, and the tax on cows, and the tax on bread, and the tax on tea, and the tax—" "I know, I know," Gessler interrupted; "I know all the taxes. Come to the point. What about 'em?"