110 TJIK TEMPLARS IX .CYPRUS. [ACT IV. Or scortrcd thy rusted nrmour, and so forth, Go with thee there and not bo left behind ! Ah, self-deceiving race of man ! Is't not Enough for you that, at each step you take, This carcaso should oppress and hem you in, That tooth-ache, head-ache, gout, what not besides, At every turn degrado tho lord of earth To equal rank with cattlo ?—Will you tako This medley, of all elements tho rudo Abortion, which lays bare, lencath the ray Of light that strikes upon it from on high, Its nakedness tho moro disgustfully :— With all its freakish eccentricities, That blister-liko aro bubbling in your blood, And which you by such splendid names baptize, Into )'onr heaven ?—By all means, tako it then !— (As his glance casually falls on GOTTFRIED, who has meanwhile fallen asleep.) Asleep already ?—Well ! To pigmy folks All's lullaby—Ay, o'en these rattling chains ! ASTRALIS (entirely covered by a red mantle which hides he face, has glided in during the last sentence, atid unre marked by ROBERT where he sits, has placed herself do behind him ; now taking him by the shotdders with both hands). A man and—chains ? ROBERT (starting from his seat). Who's there ? (Clasjnng the figure when he perceives it.) A spirit embodied ! [lie tears away the mantle and recognize ASTRALIS standing before him in he usual cloister-dress. ASTRALIS (very earnest ami with sublimity, now, and throughout the scene). Knight ! ROBERT (taking off his hands from her, and sinking back sorrowfully in his chains). Thou com'st ?