TUS TEMPLARS IX CYPRUS. [ACT I. ClIARLOT. Tho fnct'8 just this ;—ho hns money which Will soon, please God, melt in sweet Cyprus wine For us, for ho has withal tho frankest heart Of Brotherhood; this morning, quite unasked, He bado them slip a flask into my wallet. GOTTFRIED. He comes to join the Order ? C HARLOT. Naturally ! He bared his heart to me, for we were both Quito fresh and not fatigued, and we caroused Into tho night's small hours, and drank tho healths Of our bravo brothers and our sisters fair. Then in frank confidence he told mo all. His father, who from earliest youth had been The Master's fellow-soldier, sends him now His son to make a Templar, and ho pays More money for his woollen Cross than cost A hundred gold ones. CnAPLAIX. Knows the youth, in sooth, His alphabet ? CUARLOT. Friend Chaplain, there's a lad Who'll ask yon posers. In ono hour at Rheims He argued with ten Doctors, and he laid About him with such vigour, that liko flics His victims fell. CHAPLAIX. That we may understand No doubt, in sense of metaphor. CUAKLOT. Ay, 'twas To their skins metaphorical he gave