In lier espressivo serious countenance And something else, not just anticipation, Hut rather a deep-rooted certainty ; And therewithal such rigid smiling gaze, As Mary might havo worn had sho been, by The angel's greeting, turned to stone, and yet Full conscious of tho Saviour that she bore ! So looked she ! PHILIP (Aside). Molay's sister he beheld ! (Aloud.) Tell me, had not thy love a red brown spot No bigger than a fly near her left eye ?— Just on the tcmplo at that juncture where The little rivulets of bluo veins meet ? "Was she not very fair, slender, well-grown, And—lived sho—would she not be now seventeen ? ADALBERT (with loving enthusiasm). Ah ! Lived she, so should I live, now and ever ! (Restraining himself.) Yes, Father : thus, 0 God ! her shade I saw, Yet clothed in form moro infinitely fair ! Aye, infinitely ! For when my gaze and hers Then, each with each, were blended, I was not On earth, nor even in heaven, but in tho sea. My Being interfused with it, streamed out Through ocean and through earth, through Heaven and Hell, How sho was formed, or were sho truly ought, I knew not, only I was—infinite ! PniLip. Como to thyself —(seizing him by the hand, and observing a ring on it). What is this ring ? ADALBERT (agitated). The ring Of my betrothal. PHILIP (casts another glance at the ring, then hiding his facet convulsively in both his hands, Aside). Molay's ! 220 THE TEMPLARS II CTPRUS. [ACT YL