•r. m] Tiir Tiy 11' • i\ vir.t- 7'J Control him- If. Ho waited till the storm Had spent it* *har|e*t fury ; Uien he rose And slowly lookisl around him—calm and still ! lint yet with eyehrows sternly knit, Hight well You know that look of his—It over seems To me as though he'd stolen it from tho Saint In Stephen's e lia pel. PKIOB. Yes, I know that look With which ho captivates men's hearts. ClUI'LUX. Then he Inclined his head and spoke. And yes, indeed, Ho spoke most excellently—I myself Could senrco havo s]Xkcn better. Yes, ho spoko Of horoism, and that tlio timo was come, And wo should now appeal to arms and tight, Ho loved brethren ! So spoko he, and stretched His hand out—und ho said— Noiro. Thou rnincst words, Fellow ! my little complement of wits Is, like tho ark of Xouh, almost drowned In delugo of thy speech. Thy rainbow noso— Oh, use it as a pledgo to us that thou Wilt leave off ruining ! PRIOR. Well I comprehend Of Molny's speech tho moaning. He, proud man, Desires to break tho Inst link of tho chain, And, independent grown of all tho world, Iii-idi'jusly attach tho purple to Tho linen mnntlc. CHAILUX. Ho will not succeed. (Sjlj.) Hctwccn ourselves!—Art sure no warder listens Outside the door ?