The Templars in Cyprus
THE TEMl'LARS IX CYPRUS.
MOLAY. (Springing up impatiently, rvhcrevpon FRANK alto rises.)
For heaven's sake, peace ! For what conld such a man
Learn more in all tho world, what wish to learn,
When he knows everything ? Say, my young friend,
What would you with onr Order ? You have been
By ladies much and highly favoured ; hero
Awaits you a cold vow of chastity.
You wero a hero in tho glittering tournée ;
Hero yon will find no playful tilting-match,—
You wear a jingling doublet, tinkling shoes ;
My old buffskin's my holiday attire.
The sharpness of your wit brought Doctors down ;
Wo only deal death-blows to Saracens.
You aro a master of all liberal arts ;
And here the chief thing to be learnt is manhood !
Good sooth ! go back to Rheims and to the Duke.
What would you hero 'mid poor unlearned Templars ?—
You make me blush with shame.
That's something !
Forgive me—but yon quite depress my spirit.
If there's right stuff, in it 'twill rise again ! But seriously !—What seek you in tho Order ?
Long since I've known that here were linked together The flower of men in innocence' defence And for protection of the Holy Land And to safeguard tho Right.