ADALBERT (trembling). I deny ! ARMED MAN (pointing to the demon-head with his swortl). Approach the fallen one—and kiss his lips ! ADALBERT (with uttermost Iwrror). For God's sake, no ! for all my blood runs cold At tho bare aspect of his gory mouth. ARMED MAN. He is thy twin-brother,—therefore kiss thou him ! ADALBERT. No,—rather death ! THE HEAD (with soft beseeching tone). Deliverance, Adalbert !— ADALBERT. Thy tone is soft, 'tis like my Agnes' voice ! (Resolved.) I will deliver thee !—Oh radiant maid ! Be thon my help, lest Nature's vital power Succumb to the drear horror of this deed ! [After yet a few gestures of loathing, he i last steps quickly to The Dcmon-Hea and embraces it. TnE HEAD. [At this moment The Head, carrying with it ADALBERT embracing him, the skele-ton, and the book, sinks beneath the floor. ADALBERT. Save me, I am sinking ! Help ! ARMED MAN (stretching his arm into the opening). Climb up, my Brother, on thy Brother's arm ! [He pulls out ADALBERT, who clambers out by his arm. I thank thee ! 172 THE TEMPLARS IN CYPRUS. [ACT V.