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FRIEDERICH WERNER
The Templars in Cyprus
page 199
MOLAT.
Dost thou know What punishment, according to our rules, Now wnitcth thee ?
ROBERT. Death in tho little cell.
MOLAY.
Gravely thou hast offended, Heredon !
'Tis truo thou hast by manly deeds, crewhile,
And by obedience and submission now,
Kept, in integrity, thy vow to us ;
Yet even a life-time stainless bateth not
Tho endless consequences of ono crime.
(With ever increasing emotion.)
Thee as our valiant Brother wo have loved ;
'Twas thy first fault, poor Robert, for which cause,
Our Order mitigates its rulo severo ;
It gives thee life, and sorrowing gives thee back
Unto that world whence it uprooted thco
To plant thee in its beauteous Paradise.
Go home, my son !—This once tho Master may
Melt and be man !—My noble nursling, go !
Be mindful of thy lofty powers and parts ;
They beckon thee to duties grave and high—
The Eternal lets no grain of seed-corn fail ;
Tako my last blessing for a parting gift.
(ROBERT kneels to him. He lays his hand on ROBERT'S head. Tears start from his eyes, and he says softly lo ROBERT, who in deepest emotion wipes them away for him)
So !—Dry my weary eyelids ! We shall meet
Hereafter, through the portals of decay !
(Insjrired.) Ah ! 'tis an angel's wing sweeps^over mo !
A phoenix rises from my funeral urn !
[SinA-* fainting hack into the chair.
A KXIGHT.
What ails tho Master ?
ANOTHER.
He is pale as death !
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111 I' TEMII.AliS IX CVr-RCS.
[ACT V.
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