23 THE TEMPLARS IN CYPRUS. [ACT I. CnAPLAIN. Ah, true indeed ! Sore is the need of Christendom ! COMMANDER. And you Stand here and gape! CHAPLAIN (/T »-?•/). Most Valorous— COMMANDER. By your leave ! You too, Sir Cyprian, aro not to my mind ! Yon arc, 1 know, a learned man, for you Can read and can engross ; nathclcss that you, An old Church-minister, should loiter here With these young jackanapes, and gobble like A turkey-cock, is scandal ! Turn yon to Your breviary—and if you'd bo so good, Pray one or two oremus for myself. CHAPLAIN (Amide). I'd rather far say masses for your soul, Old croaking jay !— [Sneak* off with a malicious Jeer. COMMANDER (to GOTTFRIED, pointing to the sohlicrs) Why stand these staring here ? Forth with them to tho Placo of Arms ! Thou'lt find A levy of new troopers just arrived, Go practise them in thrusting with the lance ; There's work cut out for thee till Chapter time. And lo ! the horses too, not yet turned out ! The men not called to account ! They're Templars just Like thee !—Now go ! [Exit GOTTFRIED. COMMANDER (to CHARLOT). And thou, my youngster, tell What news thou bring'st us of the privateer ? CIIARLOT. Tho Undcr-Marshal sends you word, the Turk Has anchored fifty paces from the bastion—