G-l THE TEMPLARS IX CYPRUS. [ACT II. PHILIP. If thon should'st loso tho game— MOLAY. 'Tis never lost "When horn of faith and courage. Whether I Be called to play the gamo out, or another, Is matter of no moment. PHILIP. Yet bethink thee ! While yet it stands within thy choice. MOLAY. Say, friend ! If with the high I may tho low compare, Stood it not also in tho Martyr's choice, Not to havo suffered for the truth ho own'd ? Uncertain is the strife, but our defeat Not yet assured. Still fairly may I hope To see perfidiousness succumb beforo Our righteous cause. The Order's holy rule, My silver'd head, my very linen mantle,1— The purple's brother—safely guards my breast From every thunder-bolt. E'en should it strike, It cannot rob me of my firm belief The seed my labour sowed will fructify !— Thrice blest who falls a willing sacrifice In duty's cause !—Yet [His head, hitherto erect, droops, and he folds his hand*. Might I reach my goal !— PHILIP. The goal of labour ? Dost thou yet believe In that ?—Deluded man ! see yon small snake, So iris-hued !—With upward darts and shoots, She seems to aim at reaching the high sun ; Poor fool, she sees a fluttering in tho blue, ' The white mantle of tho Templars was a regular monastic habit, having the red cross on the left breast ; it was worn over armour, and could be looped up in battle.— Tram.