0-2 THE TEMPI.AKS IX CYPRUS. [ACT II. Are bnt loud-throated echoes ; they believe No brand consumes tho building's lower floor, Although tho roof bo smoking. Hut tho few, Who see tho flame, examine only how Kach, circumspect, may snatch his own small cell Forth from tho burning !—Then tho rest ma)- crash Together, if so bo God's will—Ayo many Whose boast is foresight, would not shrink to see Substructure, dwelling-house, to ruins fall If yet the gothic tower, with foliaged scrolls And shining pinnacles could hang intact, Suspended in the air !— PHILIP. Was no one, then A man ? MOLAY. 0 yes !—twelve recently received Would fain equip this very night the sloop, And with a hundred soldiers sail to Rome, London, Madrid, where not ? There help demand From Princes, and, dare any of them refuse it, Slay him forthwith. They dreamt they felt themselves Appointed the sole saviours of our league. PHILIP. Fools, fools !—for how can boldness profit us, With immaturity ? Some night-sortie Is planned with care, and straight with trumpet-call They wake tho enemy that he may see The moon reflected from their shining helms. Then whilst, scarce wak'd, he arms him for defence, They, prudent, wheel their steeds about for fear Their saddles might be sprinkled with some blood. 0 gag your mouths, and task, instead, your hearts And arms, ye rabble rout of parrots !—0 Friend ! Your great full heart has lost indeed its way Amid these desolate 6tcppes ! MOLAY. Such is my fate !—