Thyself. Thou'rt far yet from tho goal,—a good, A well-trained—bungler— Cl.ACS (naively). Were 1 thco ! MOLAT. What moro Am I ? Yet higher is my aim than thino ! He who but seeks to garnish his own hut Is but a bungler ! Gave I thco thy cot, Plicd'st thou thy tools thereon, but to remain A bungler, and build up no solid houso For all mankind ?— CLACS. Fain would I—though 'tis hard,— And yet, because of thee, I fain would part From wife and child, and go with theo to France. MOLAT. Ah, bungler !—why should'st thou pull down to build? Art thou tho master-builder ? Scarcely thou Art journeyman ! Leave each man his ; perform Thino own. CLACS. What is it ? MOLAT. The red Cross perhaps May fall ; but even if a thing bo like To One, tho Eternal ; yet it lets itself This way or that be handled, by who would Lay fast hold on it. Thy meaning ? CLACS. Do I comprehend MOLAT. I believe thou dost. Thou knowest 244 Til F. TEMPLARS IX CTI'RUS. [ACT VI.