34 THE TEMPLARS 1* CTPKCS. [ACT I. FRANK. Even he. MOLAY (sets down the pail nnd hastens to PRANK with open arms). Ah ! Welcomo then a thonsand, thousand times, My heart's dear lad of gold ! And tell me now What does thy father ? stumps ho bravely yet Upon that wooden leg ?— FRANK. Yes, but three years, lie goes on crutches. MOLAY. Poor friend ! Lives ho still His own old life ? Doth he still polish up Tho lances? Gives he drink to the Polak And to his faithful Nimrod ? FRANK. He is dead. MOLAY. Then let him pass !—Doth he still think of me ? Hath he not sent me greeting ? Hath he not ? Forgive ! I'm well-nigh wildercd with the joy Of seeing mine old faithful Henry's son ! FRANK. Thcso words he sent yon. " Brotherhood and Gaza." And after them MOLAY. Right, right ! That was the watchword Of our eternal bond of brotherhood ! Ah, Gaza, Gaza ! Plague on my hot zeal !— Has ho had nought to tell you about Gaza ? FRANK. A thonsand times he bas, and how he lost His leg, in action sorely wounded there.