By giving his quietus, pleasantly,— And following an old custom of tho Church,— To this man whom I've mado my tool ? Onco done, Then whether it wero right or wrong can bo Discussed in tho confessional, 'Tis enough, It leads towards tho Pallium !—For the sin, I shovo that under Father Vincent's cowl. [Exil. SCENE IV. A wild part of the forest, not far from the harbour. Thunder, lightning, and rain. It is now deep midnight. Ex-l'rior HERIBERT ruslics in with bare head, and hair on end. NOFFO, rather slower, and as if wearied out, behind him. Ilot h in monk's apparel. PRIOR (throicing himself down on a rock). Here will I rest me. NOFFO. Heribert, what the devil ! You run as if pursued by tho wild huntsman ! PRIOR (listening wildly). Hark ! Hear'st thou nought ?— NOFFO. What tho fiend should I hear ? Tho storm so rages one can neither seo One's hand, nor hear the words one's own lips speak ! Yet, am I right, amidst this wild uproar A sound comes of tho roaring of tho waves. Come, hasto !—Tho sea is surely close at hand ; And hero 'tis horrible ! 202 THE TEMPLARS IN CTPRUS. [ACT V.