38 HIE TEMPLARS 11 CYPRUS. [ACT I. FRANK. If you command. Moi.AY. And come soon back again. [FRANK takes the bucket and goes. What writes to me My old companion in life's ups and downs ? [lie reads. " Jack ! greeting in God's name ! Now hero's my son. Not bad, only—more knowing than his father, A lady's man, n Doctor—brief—a fool ! Thou art a Man ! Then make him one, like thee, With or without the Cross.—Thy brother, Henry."— There recognize I thee, frank rugged soul, Rude as thy sword, word-chary yet how strong ! Ah ! these disjointed times mere chatterers breed, Not men like thee. So that's the sort of lad ?— With bell-hung doublet and pathetic tone ! Thou'rt right, mine ancient ! First he must become More simple—he must lenrn to comprehend His nothingness, ere he be anything. A Templar would ho be ?—Ay, trumpery Enough goes with the Red Cross and to spare ; Yet is he son of Henry, of my friend ! So he must turn to good or to sheer naught.— Lo, here he comes !—Now must fond memories No longer sway me. Still, my heart ! I am sorry ; But this while he must only seo in me The Master. FRANK (coming lack.) Heartily the horses drink. The Tartar has bespattered all my doublet. MOLAT. Ah ! well ! I crave forgiveness in his stead And thank you for your trouble.—Sit down hero Upon the ground by me ; my buffskin hose Are well accustomed to it, and yours must learn. [Sits down on the ground. FRANK some-what unwillingly does the same. Now look me in the eyes ! for until now