PRIOR. Comrndo ? Well be it so, Hell Has matlo u* brother*:. (To the CIIAI LAIX) Pricat, thy hand uj)on it I ('/'•' Xi»rn») Here, Xoffodei, thy hand ujion it!—I'm your* !— I'll go to Prnnce, tho Po|e, tho King himself. Ha ! I'd not murder him, foul hypocrite ! Ah, no ! but 1 will slowly torturo him, And when tho torment'* gnawing at hi* life, I'll taunt him with thi* grisly cry : " Behold Tho serpent'* head ! " [Seising one of the nitcU frmn the /.iW.-. Givo mo tho cowl ! So ! Xow I'm ready for the journey. CiiArutis (to the PRIOR). Pare you well. Dear friend, soon Master of tho Order !—Xow I must bo gone. Soon tolls tho Chapter-bell. E'en now tho Acolytes wend townrds tho Church. Adiou !— PRIOR. Adieu ! Wo meet again, unfailing, E'en now the owl's prophetic death-songs wailing ; The great exploit begins at midnight, when Tho licnd and vengeance watch o'er blindfold men. [Exit CUAPLAIS. (Curt-tin falh.) SC. III.] Tilt: TlMPI An- IS T m ltt