Sworn nt midnight, at vcngoanco' sacred shrine, Think of thy mother, and that final cry Sho sent np, in her last birth-giving pangs, Unto the avenger ! ADALBERT. Oh ! a thousandfold May it fall back again on Philip's head ! PHILIP. Go on ! ADALBERT. I will !—whero was I ? Yes !—not till A fortnight had elapsed did Humbert seek The house where Agnes dwelt, to learn thcro how When tidings reached her of my death she swooned, A burning fever ravaged her. Her friend The pious Abbess of St. Claro then caused Her, in her bed-clothes swathed, to be conveyed Into tho Convent of St. Clare, where, given The holy Sacrament, sho breathed her last A few days after. To tho Convent straight I sped, and heard tho portress there confirm Tho trnth of Humbert's talc. Then, then would I Have slaked for ever in the tyrant's blood My thirst of vengeance, but to Bordeaux ho Was gone, to sell the priest1 tho papal crown, And watchful wero his murder-mongers. Needs Must I my life prescrvo to compass his. And first I wished to make my peace with God And in tho Holy Land seek new-born strength From Him, for my revenge; so at Marseilles Embarked, from thence to sail to Palestine ; How then the pirate captured us, to fall Himself a prey to Hcrcdon, you know ! PniLiP. Enough, enough I know ; yet let me ask 1 Bertrand de Got, Archbishop of Bordeaux,—afterwards Clement V — Tram. 218 TIIE TEMPLARS U CYPRUS. [ACT VI.