TUB TKMI-LAB* l\ CTI-BC». Pli IU F. My sky was lost with Adalbert. Mout. " Dead also is Patroclu* ! "—Call to mind The roundelay wo in tho forest sang An loy§ ao often. Thou Achillea wcrt,— l*atroelus I ! PHILIP. Oh, Youth!—Thou cruel friend, Wherefore juat now remind me of it, when Henewed grief ragea in my aoul for him With whom dc]artcd my laat spark of youth ! MoLAY. 0 lie a man ! Seo ! Millions of fresh lives Aro slowly languishing 'neath tyranny's Sirocco.—Weeping bitterly they call On theo for succour, whilst thou selfishly Dost naught but mourn thy dead ! Pniup. No less than they 1 languish also. MOLAY. Help to rescue them. PHILIP. 0 Tyranny ! with thine envenomed slaver. Thine own, I would I could thy thousand heads Poison, and in tho blood of all thy slain— My own son's blood—would I could seo theo drown ! Tho tree's corona died with him, what can Tho trunk do ? MOLAT. Richly (lowering shoots For the new planting of our Kden can It give us. Of our Order be thou Knight !— Thou art a Peer of royal race, thou art