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FRIEDERICH WERNER
The Templars in Cyprus
page 103
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THE TEHI'LARS IS CYPRUS.
[ACT III.
Thou onco ndorn'dst heroic brotherhood, Now art thou nothing but a monkish cowl ; And that I care not for—so take you it !
[Throws the mantle at the COMMANDER.
feet of the
COMMANDER. Robert, take up thy mantle !—Think, reflect, What thou art saying ! Be of better mind !
ROBERT.
I will not havo it, and what 1'vo ceased to will— The Devil himself compels me not to will.
COMMANDER (getting excited). Ho ! Dost thou reverence the Commander thus ? Thou—rascal, thou ?
ROBERT. A rascal !—Yet, because Of your grey hair, and for your oflice' sake, I'll take it from you.
COMMANDER. Yes, again a rascal !
Three times a rascal ! craven dastard, too ! For ho who has not courage to restrain His idle thirst for fame beneath the yoko Of duty's just a dastard, so God mend it !—
ROBERT (breaking out in fury). I, dastard, I ? Thou insolent grey-beard, Thou hast not said all that to me for nought !
[He seizes the COMMANDER on the breast, and tears the belt from his mantle.
FRANK (who springs forward and tries to keep him off). Bethink you, Knight, unhand him ! Let him go !
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