50 TIIE TEMPLARS IS CYPRUS. [ACT II. But hardly has tho makings of a man, A hero of humanity !—Alas ! Fate's hand alono can shape ns into that ; But mostly grips us with such iron grasp, That we lio shattered ero she has moulded us— My Adelbcrt !— (He stands deep in thought). MOLAY (comes up. He i» in complete vestments). So sad, beloved Anjou ? PHILIP. Let mo not hear again that tragic name ! Com'st thou from Chapter ? MOLAY. Even now. PHILIP. Thou art In strong excitement. What has passed ? MOLAY. Oh, first, Let me inhale God's air ! PHILIP. My friend ! MOLAY. Thou know'st Tho long suppressed hostility with which Philip of Franco eyes evilly our Order. Only too gladly, lay it in his power, He'd plunder us, and our possessions add To those extorted, which nefariously He grinds out from his burghers' bloody sweat. PHILIP. I know him well, the kingly usurer !