102 THE TEMPLARS IX CTPRUS. [ACT III. Hast thou thy mantle ; thoti'rt in interdict, And meritcst, at least, to bo expelled The Order. Give to mo thy sword ! ROBERT (gently). Since you Demand it (more hotly, glancing at //if COMMANDER «HZFHAXK), Else the Devil himself should not Have wrenched it from me. Moi.AT (sharply and sternly). Thou hast lost thyself ! (To two KNIGHTS.) Take him away !— [ROBERT goes away quietly with the two KNIGHTS. COMMANDER (recovering from his choler). A curious fellow that ! MOLAT. You aro avenged—although I fain had wished You'd been moro tolerant of the youthful hero ! (To a KNIGHT.) "Where is the privateer ? KNIGHT. He waits without. There is, among the rescued Christian slaves, A gentleman, a Knight of France, 'tis said. MOLAT (to the KNIGHT). Admit the prisoners to tho audience-hall. (Softly to the GRAND-COMMANDER, pointing to FRANK). Hast thou made ready the Recipiend yet ? COMMANDER. I have prcpar'd him. MOLAY (to FRANK). Go thou to thy cell ; Prepare thee for the holy midnight watch. [FRANK goes.