CO THE TEMPLARS IX CYPRUS. [ACT ir. MOLAY. In contact with their icy callousness My warm lifo freezes. Philip ! Friend !—I feel Now, after sixty long years' faithful fight, That I havo lived in vain ! PHILIP. Despair not yet !— The king's sword hns not power to overthrow Your sovereign league ! MOLAY. Ah ! not the king I fear ; Not through tho king the Order falls, but through Itself, and strangled by its sons. To shield Their own most precious selves from chilling blasts, They sacrifice the welfare of mankind. Oh, bitter, bitter !—Must my Henry's arm Havo rescued me to live for times liko these ! PniLiP. Purely the Grand Commander, ho was staunch To stand by thee ? MOLAY. Well, yes, he was ; but yet Thou know'st thyself how much the ancient forms Iu which his spirit has been welded, now These eighty years, have weight with tho old man. How break through these himself, so suddenly ?— In truth, his better spirit has been long Enlarged, but prejudice constrains his will. Should the whole Order, Christendom itself, In ruin fall, he'd lay his life down ; yet The nobleman, the vassal of the Crown, He cannot sacrifice. His reason shows How void is the hereditary claim, But though ho sees, his shuddering will recoils. PHILIP. And Norfolk,1 Armagnac and Villa Franca ? 1 Werner thinks only of the history of the Order, and his characters are for the most part typical rather than historical. There could have been no Earl of Norfolk present at the Chapter, because Kogor Bigod,