SCENE III. Priéxm,at in Scène IF. of Art 111. leite in the evening. The it diudij lighted lij ci Limp ttanding on the table. Norro,1 CHAI-I.AIS CYPUTASIS, ttealing in, li*kinj a ' . CHAM vis. Have, you yet mixed for him tho electuary ? Norm. So well that, if't bo not tho death of him, He's ou» entirely to command. ICllAPLAIN. All praiso He unto Cod. who Bitch great things hath done Through his unworthy servant, Cyprianus! Noiro. Vet tell me, thou fat hulk ! Deal honourably For once !—say what it is they want of us ? Which coal is it thy Father Vincent would Withdraw forth of tlio embers by our paws? CHAPLAIN. Why, look yon, Noffodci, you're trustworthy ; And I mny tell it you. NOFKO. Superfluous prologue !— Friend, to the facts !—Thy gallows-treo's not yet built. 1 * According to other*, Noflb do Florentin, an apostate Templar, who had been condemned by the Grand l'receptorand Chapter of France to |- rpilual imprisonment for impiety and crime, made in hi* dungeon a voluntary confession of the sin* ami abomination* chargvd against the Order."—ADDI«ON, Kmigkrt Tentplert, cb. ix.— Trent. SC. 111.] Til K TKMTLtl:* IX Cn lil «. 149