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FRIEDERICH WERNER
The Templars in Cyprus
page 71
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THE TEMPLARS DE CYPRUS.
[ACT It.
A Templc-brothcr, nn Adept ! Thy fate
Tho Ancient Brethren know : and many know
Thee personally, only never think
To find thee in this working garb. Disclose
Thyself unto the brethren—Philip's ban,
In Cyprus, cannot hurt a hair of thine.
PHILIP.
Ha, that I mock at !—Yet I cannot be, And may not be, a Templar-Knight.
MOLAY.
0, let
The ambrosial blossoms of our youth once more
Breathe round thee ! When ns yet we scarce were men,
Thou wert my brother. Bo so once ngain
In holy sense ! I journey forth—To whom
Leave I my new creation ?—Can ho act,
Tho veteran Grand-Commander ? Let him bear
The name—but do thou carry on tho work !—
And if it be God's will that I must fall,
To His most holy cause a sacrifice,
And for His Promised Land,—0 then do thou
Complete what I began !
PHILIP.
My friend, my brother ! Tho kernel of my life !—Thou only tie That to this disenchanted earth still binds My worn-out heart ! For thy sake, once again I might consent to plunge me in the whirl Of this wave-tossed, upheaving, turbid vortex Which falsely men call Life. But, vain the thought ! A solemn vow-debars me.
MOLAT. Ay ! a vow ?—
Astonishing !
PHILIP.
Yes, friend ! without reserve
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