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FRIEDERICH WERNER
The Templars in Cyprus
page 37
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THE TEMPLARS 1* CTPKCS.
[ACT I.
FRANK. Even he.
MOLAY (sets down the pail nnd hastens to PRANK with open arms).
Ah ! Welcomo then a thonsand, thousand times, My heart's dear lad of gold ! And tell me now What does thy father ? stumps ho bravely yet Upon that wooden leg ?—
FRANK.
Yes, but three years,
lie goes on crutches.
MOLAY.
Poor friend ! Lives ho still His own old life ? Doth he still polish up Tho lances? Gives he drink to the Polak And to his faithful Nimrod ?
FRANK.
He is dead.
MOLAY.
Then let him pass !—Doth he still think of me ?
Hath he not sent me greeting ? Hath he not ?
Forgive ! I'm well-nigh wildercd with the joy Of seeing mine old faithful Henry's son !
FRANK.
Thcso words he sent yon. " Brotherhood and Gaza." And after them
MOLAY.
Right, right ! That was the watchword Of our eternal bond of brotherhood ! Ah, Gaza, Gaza ! Plague on my hot zeal !— Has ho had nought to tell you about Gaza ?
FRANK.
A thonsand times he bas, and how he lost His leg, in action sorely wounded there.
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