118 THE TEMPLARS IS CYPRUS. [ACT IV. ROBERT. The Valley ?— ASTRALIS (again earned and solemn). Ask not, deeds dispense thou pnrely, Give, not for meed or fame, thyself alono !— First wonders work, would'st them unveiled bo seeing, And so achieve tho fulness of thy Being. [Wilt herself in her cloak, and goes lighthj away. ROBERT (without remarking her disappearance, lost in thought, to himself, Aside). Deeds ?—I ?—Yet, is renunciation not An act ?—Perhaps man's genuine aim and end ? Conld, thus, cv'n I act, endlessly immured, And live unfettered in my very chains ? (looking round.) Where is sho ?—Flown !—a light-winged morning dream ! I scarce can comprehend my bosom's fever, Seven days sinco first I saw this vision gleam ;— My heart scarco holds this ecstasy supremo, Unfelt before,—what was't ?1 But act, and question never ;— It was a dream—which, also, I'll renounce for ever ! ClIARLOT (enters quickly, laughing). Good even, Robert ! ROBERT. How did'st thou pass in ? CHARLOT. Why, by a leg of veal ! GOTTFRIED (who wakes up at this interesting moment, yawning, as usual, widely). AVha— CHARLOT. From tho priest, 'Twas stol'n for me by Elsie, and with it then I bribed tho guard. 1 Robert, brought up from earliest childhood in quasi-monastic seclu-sion by Molay, has been aroused, by the sudden appearance in Cyprus of the beautiful Anchorite, to bewildering sensations, of which, while he feels the force, he has hardly had time to understand the meaning.— Trans.