•10 THE TEMl'LARS IX CYPRUS. [ACT I. MOLAY. (Springing up impatiently, rvhcrevpon FRANK alto rises.) Pence, For heaven's sake, peace ! For what conld such a man Learn more in all tho world, what wish to learn, When he knows everything ? Say, my young friend, What would you with onr Order ? You have been By ladies much and highly favoured ; hero Awaits you a cold vow of chastity. You wero a hero in tho glittering tournée ; Hero yon will find no playful tilting-match,— You wear a jingling doublet, tinkling shoes ; My old buffskin's my holiday attire. The sharpness of your wit brought Doctors down ; Wo only deal death-blows to Saracens. You aro a master of all liberal arts ; And here the chief thing to be learnt is manhood ! Good sooth ! go back to Rheims and to the Duke. What would you hero 'mid poor unlearned Templars ?— FRANK. You make me blush with shame. MOLAY. That's something ! » FRANK. Yon— Forgive me—but yon quite depress my spirit. MOLAT. If there's right stuff, in it 'twill rise again ! But seriously !—What seek you in tho Order ? FRANK. Long since I've known that here were linked together The flower of men in innocence' defence And for protection of the Holy Land And to safeguard tho Right.