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FRIEDERICH WERNER
The Templars in Cyprus
page 209
Enter ECDO (dressed as a pilgrim ; his face so shrouded that only his beard appears. He carries in his hand his lute, on which he strikes a few notes be/ore sjieaking).
Your pardon, Sir, that thus so Into I come
With twang of Into !—My wont is on tho strings
To herald my approach, and eke the chords
To touch when forth I wander on my way.
[Short pause, during which MOLAY observes him with close attention.
Permit me to sit down, for I have gone
Par in my pilgrimage of ninety years (sits down).
MOLAV.
Right willingly ! But say, how did you gain Admission here so late ?
EUDO.
I played without, First, yonder on the wall. A friendly porter There opened mo tho door, and quietly I glided through and on.
MOLAY.
YOU glided fast, I' faith !—A moment hence you had just reached The Cross-vault, and already are you here !
EUDO.
That is my manner !
MOLAY. Did no one of my guard
Arrest your steps ?
ECDO.
No—men are never wont To stop me on my way.
MoLAY (with increasing astonishment).
Who aro you, then ?
ECDO.
A poor hard, I, who in tho holy wars Fought, as men fight, and now, in his old age,
20G
THE TEMPLARS IX CTPRUl
[ACT V.
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