PRIOR. True—trno—My head !— [Gives the letter back to the CHAPLAIN. Go on ! CHAPLAIN (reading on). " Of prison and of life—and without blood.— A littlo hemlock with his cabbage mixed, A little holo tho depth of seven ells ; So sleeps he peacefully, and so do we.— Farewell ! And if this bo a sin,—I take Tho burden of it on my shoulders !—MOLAT." PRIOR (breaking into the hottest rage). Oh, lend to mo thy lightnings, Heaven ! 0 Hell, Give me thy flames! (ïb NOFFO) Tell me, thou scoundrel, how Thy hands obtained this gallows-recking letter? NOFFO. Must I repeat it ten times ? (Pointing to the CHAPLAIN.) He can tell !— CnAPLAIN. When Molay was dictating, yesterday, Despatches to me, ho stopped short and looked Me shrewdly in the face ; " Chaplain," said he, " You'ro a true man. Can you a secret keep ? " And I, all unsuspecting, answer mado, " Most "Valorous, sure my bosom is no echo : 'Tis but a shrine which faithfully conceals All you repose within it," I said : thereon, Many injurious things ho said of you, And bade me, by mine oath and by Christ's wounds, Divulge them never ; and when I'd promised him, He bade me that disgraceful note inscribe. Six times I longed to throw in his vile face The pen, but used discretion, you to save. I wrote tho note and handed it to Molay ; But during tho brief space when he was gone To lunch, I seized my opportunity, Transcribed the note, and thrust into my hood loG THE TEMPLARS IN' CYPRUS. [ACT IV.