G THE TIMPLARS IX CTPRCS. [ACT I. Tread lightly o'er tho flowcr-cnamellcd ways, Plantains and palms to cool thy path competing. Oh, cnm'st thou soon !—Tho Master I will move With prayers, who also won tho Crown of IJOVO !— [She kneel* in the backfjroutul before the statue of the risen l'rince of Victory. [CLACS, tcith his wife AXNK, and other me-dia n ics a ml la bourcrs ca rrying va rious tools come forward. CLACS. Comrades, fall to ! 'Tis morning bright ! For shame, Sluggards ! Behold tho Knights already wend Home from God's servico ! Quick, fall to ! Wo've now But seven weeks to St. John, and for that feast Must bo complcto tho Sacristy. So wills Great Molay, who knows work, and to reward it ! ALL. Long livo he ! [They mount the scaffolding and set to work with alacrity. CLACS. Xow, bestir ! Anne, bring the mortar ! ANXE. There 'tis. CLACS. How long I havo carved this capital's Embellishment, yet como not near tho end ! Ax APPRENTICE. What then—one capital ? CLACS. Thou'd'st call it one. APPRENTICE. Were it indeed the domo itself !