RonERT (sinking on one knee before him in gentle grief). Give me thy blessing, Martyr !— MOLAT (with deepest, yet solemn emotion). May tho Lord Illumine thco with His most holy truth ; Exalt thco high, by hopo and lovo and strength ; Refresh thy soul with joy nnd inmost pcaco. And, when Ho to thy fathers gathers thee, Leave thou this heritage unto thy sons,— That when, ono day,—wo shall be sleeping then— Rursts from our Temple tho imprison'd flash, And strikes asunder all the pcoplo's chains, They shall already havo rent in twain their own, And stand array'd for battle, fully arm'd ! Tho PURSUIVANT (comes té). Tho Grand-Commander, as you havo desir'd,— MOLAT. Let him come in. [Exit PURSUIVAXT. MOLAT (to ROBERT, who rises). Go hence in peace, my son ! ROBERT (»» unspeakable grief). And thou ?— MOLAT. My own peace haply draweth nigh !— [Exeunt ROBERT and the PURSUIVANT. (Enter COMMANDER HUGO from the other side.) MOLAT. Has now the Chapter been convoked ? COMMANDER. It has. MOLAT. My brave old comrade, wherefore art so sad ? 140 DIE TEMPLARS IK CYPRUS. [ACT IT.