|
|
Previous | all pages
|
Next |
|
|
FRIEDERICH WERNER
The Templars in Cyprus
page 198
CllAKLOT.
l'en now ho wait* without.
MOLAT.
ïjot him come in. [ CUABLOT got*.
COMMANDER (standing up).
Onint nu' |ermi*aioii, Maxtor, to retire.
Tho t outh, God mend it ! else will break my heart !
MOLAT (to the COMMANDER). Go, Urother Seneschal ! (To GoTTrkir.n.) You, Gottfried, lend
Sir HULII to his cell.
[Efit COMMAXPIR, GOTTrniED leading him.
K"l i IT (in hit thirl ami underclothing only, with a rope round hit neck, letl in by CHARLOT).
MOLAT (to ROBERT). Draw jienrer, Robert ! (To CIIARLOT.) Tako tho ropo off him.
[CHARLOT taket the rope from ROBERT'S neck, and got* back to the door.
MOLAT (Atide).
Scarce can I restrain My feelings any longer—God, 0 God !— (7'o ROBERT.) Como here to me ! Tho offence charged on
this paper,— Kecl'st thou that thou art guilty of it ?—
[Show* him the pap^ r.
Ron CRT (after reading it). MOLAT.
Hrutt nnything to say on thy behalf Might mitigate thy fault ?
ROBERT (much moved). No.
Yes.
•C. III.] THE
|
|
|
Previous |
First |
Next |
|
|
|