Kings joyously tho song of manly joust* lu which ho once took part MOUÏ. Hut what would yon Do here ? Et'PO. I'd sing to you one pion* song, id then faro furthor on my way. M01.AT. 'Tis now Drep night! Abide until tho morrow nnd court lt ]oac ! — I call my servants 1 Ef DO. Let them rest ! ' Blossed are they who from thoir labours rest ! Hut stay not mo !—For I must further roam When I have sung my song. It ECDO. I prefer it so ! And now ye antique lute-strings, sound tho times That havo been, and tho days that are to come ! (Sinns, accompanying the song with hit lute.) MOLAY. Then sing it me, flit-raven ! but tho muflling hood tako off liich masks you from me. When the knell of death tolls down, When the msrtyr wins his crown, Then is smoothed the Jodge's frown. What though hell oppose In ire ! l'ulycarp lived on the pyre,' While his ashes fed the tire. 1 l'olycarp was bishop of Snivros, and one of the first Christian martyrs. lis was burnt because tie would not deny his faith; and the krjen.l (legend means "that which may be read ) says that in this Scry death he suffered little or nothing. T.] Till TOirLAs» IX CYPKli. 207