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FRIEDERICH WERNER
The Templars in Cyprus
page 35
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THE TEMPLARS IX CYPRUS.
Tho way to him more easily by far,
Than, when onco found, you can go back from him.
FRANK.
You speak in riddles.
PHILIP. You're a walking riddle ! For by your pointed shoes with bells, forsooth ! And by your jingling doublet, who could tell If you a sexton or a court-fool were !
FRANK.
You aro a jester !—Show me to tho Master.
PHILIP.
Look straight before you—past tho Crucifix— Along tho wall—there through tho trellis-door A pigeon-house—you leave it on the left. Now comes a brook—is't not so ? A grey man Is standing by it with a stable-bucket— Now ho draws water—that's the Master Molay !
FRAXK.
That small thin man, who wears a trooper's jacket, And like a groom a bucket holds ? You jest !
PHILIP.
Yon mannikin, tho man whom you call small Is such a man that spite his sixty years A dozen such light, child-men ho could bear To our dear Lady of the Mount, pick-back, As lightly as he now fate's mill-stone bears.
FRANK.
Yet say why the Grand Master of the Order Does servant's work ?
PniLiP. Nay, rather tell me why You plant the cabbage by another hand,
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