THE TKMPLARS IS CITRUS. [ACT I. That brings forth only to devour again. What was, is now no more. Of venturous knights, That pious handful, now Colossus grown, Strikes terror to its nursing-mother Europe ; E'en he, tho old man crafty, triple-crowned, Shod in thoso sandals whose engirdling thongs Bind all tho world, dare not contend with us ; Else surely would he not from Interdict1 llavo set us free for ever. GOTTFKIKD. True enough, But were his wrath aroused against us? ROBERT. Stuff! Himself he armed ns ! And all else we lack Can bo supplied by virtue of that gold Saved from lost Palestine, and dearly bought With much brave blood and over-much lost honour. GOTTFRIED. Gold ?—Ah ! but what we need is arms ! ROBERT. E'en so, And we shall find them easy to be bought In these disabled, these impoverished times "When all is saleable. So wo'll defy The Lily and Tiara. Ah, believe ! The arrogance of Princes sprang from gold And only gold can bridle it. With gold They bind the servile hearts of human kind ; Spin stronger cords, and you shall wrench them free. Metal is easily by metal ruled, But by mind only can men's minds be schooled. GOTTFRIED. By our dear Lady, Robert, tell, I pray, 1 The Pope had excommunicated the Order some time previously, but almost immediately withdrew the ban.— Tram.