78 THE TEMPLARS IN CYTRL'S. [ACT 11. Which reached tho haven early yester-morn. PRIOR. And what is Molay doing ? CHAPLAIN. Ho convoked This morn the Chapter. God have mercy on ns ! What scenes thero wero ! Not as beseems Christ's flock, Like heathens they wero shouting all together. PRIOR. What was determined ? CHAPLAIN. Oh, the noise was such A man could scarce distinguish his own voice ; The portly Marshal held his baton up Full seven times, but none heeded. Norfolk was Jet-black with spleen and venom. Wildnng like A German buffalo roared. Montreuil himself, Tho constant-smiling, in his fury bit A piece out of his mantle. NOFFO. What found they To shout about ? CHAPLAIN. Some shouted about England, And others for the Order's rights ; ay, some Stooped, God bo with us ! even to urge that help Should from the accursed Sultan be implored. PRIOR. And Molay ? CHAPLAIN. Him you know. He always can