70 THE TEMPLARS I.V CYPRUS. [ACT II. Could find no roof, no cave, no tree, whero death With peace, might claim me, I engaged myself As boatswain on a man-of-war. Sho went Ashore by Cyprus—all the crew went down, Throe hundred vigorous young lives, and 1 O, irony of fate ! was saved. How then, As Troubadour to Limasol I begged My way and met thy friendly welcome,—how Thou bad'st mo call to mind our pact, and I Forgot for ono blest hour,—my happiest one— All sorrows in my oldest friend's embrace ! 0 God !—Praise be to God !—Tears come at last. MOLAT. Let my kiss dry them !—Come into mine arms,— Such moments aro a sweet foretaste of Ueaven. [Enter GHF.OER. GRKOER. The Grand Commander prays your Honour's presence. Dinner is ready, and the Brethren all Await you for tho Benedicite. MOLAT. 1 will not eat. GREGER. Which. Ancient Knight shall say Grace in your Honour's absence ? MOLAT. Ah, 'tis true !— 1*11 come at once ! [Exit GREOKR. 'Tis thus I never live One precious moment to myself alone;— Ah me ! the Master's mantle !—It would press Mo down too sorely were it less sublime. Philip, how much I envy thee thy spade ! When shall I too partake of blest repose, And be, onco more, plain mortal ?—