92 THE TEM l'LAKS IX CÏPRCS. [ACT 111. Attain thereto, if diligently you Would seek that holy thing tho world knows not. Tint I must point ont to you, nnd explain, Tho ancient statues— FRANK. Leave it, valiant Lord And Father ! You have already shown mo all Tho placo ! It is not well that you should stand So long—defer it till another time ! COMMANDER. No ! After dinner 'tis good to circulate. Moreover, you're the son of old Poitou ! He was my comrade in so many a march When not fatigue in question was, but death, So faithful always at my side, that I Can well afford to hobble with his son A little longer than my usual wont. See hero (pointing to HUGO'S statue) the ancient man with folded hands 1 What do you think of him ? FRANK. In these deep lines, The steadfast eyes, the firm shut mouth, hair smooth, As though anointed with God's peace, which ends Long bearded, in the true Cross which his breast So fences that it needs no other shield, His lifting of tho banner of the Cross, Clasped in his folded and most virile hands, And in his raiment's holy folds that hide, In part, the armour beautified by it : In the whole man, a Sago I sco inspired With holy strength to consummate the Right, Himself a sacrifice without reward, For Right's pure sake. COMMANDER. Ho is tho founder of