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FRIEDERICH WERNER
The Templars in Cyprus
page 70
TUB TKMI-LAB* l\ CTI-BC».
Pli IU F.
My sky was lost with Adalbert. Mout.
" Dead also is Patroclu* ! "—Call to mind The roundelay wo in tho forest sang An loy§ ao often. Thou Achillea wcrt,— l*atroelus I !
PHILIP.
Oh, Youth!—Thou cruel friend, Wherefore juat now remind me of it, when Henewed grief ragea in my aoul for him With whom dc]artcd my laat spark of youth !
MoLAY.
0 lie a man ! Seo ! Millions of fresh lives Aro slowly languishing 'neath tyranny's Sirocco.—Weeping bitterly they call
On theo for succour, whilst thou selfishly Dost naught but mourn thy dead !
Pniup.
No less than they
1 languish also.
MOLAY. Help to rescue them.
PHILIP.
0 Tyranny ! with thine envenomed slaver.
Thine own, I would I could thy thousand heads
Poison, and in tho blood of all thy slain—
My own son's blood—would I could seo theo drown !
Tho tree's corona died with him, what can
Tho trunk do ?
MOLAT. Richly (lowering shoots For the new planting of our Kden can It give us. Of our Order be thou Knight !— Thou art a Peer of royal race, thou art
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