Second CITIZKX. Seo just behind the Cross, bare-headed walks Tho Master Molay,—sco how sad ho looks, And yet most calm ! Ax OLD WOMAN. May God forgive mo !—when I look on him, I seem to sco onr Saviour ! OLD MAX. Aye, and in truth a Saviour ho has been To us, good man ! First CITIZKX. Hark ! listen to the chant ! [T/ie tinkle of the mass-bell is heard, and behind the scenes the hymn of the approaching procession. HYMX. And when misfortune's ravening sen Would in its angry rage close o'er us, The might of God will set us free, And victory o'er the foe secure us ; Across our path she shines, a star,— Pure maid, to whom we subject are; And God is all our strcngh. [During the singing of the three last linen, the procession appears in solemn order—viz., First, idisicians with flutes and clarionets; after them, Soldiers with lances, flanking the procession on each sùle ; Choir-boys with small bells ; Chaplain with small banners of the Cross, and censers ; then all the others, so that the Elders go last, all in pairs, next to tJicm the Standard-Bearer, carrying the great white banner of the Order, on which is the red Cross; the Knights in coats of mail, also in pairs, and last of all the seven elder and official Knights; 250 Tin: TKMPLARS IX CYPRUS. [ACT VI.