100 THE TEHI'LARS IS CYPRUS. [ACT III. Thou onco ndorn'dst heroic brotherhood, Now art thou nothing but a monkish cowl ; And that I care not for—so take you it ! [Throws the mantle at the COMMANDER. feet of the COMMANDER. Robert, take up thy mantle !—Think, reflect, What thou art saying ! Be of better mind ! ROBERT. I will not havo it, and what 1'vo ceased to will— The Devil himself compels me not to will. COMMANDER (getting excited). Ho ! Dost thou reverence the Commander thus ? Thou—rascal, thou ? ROBERT. A rascal !—Yet, because Of your grey hair, and for your oflice' sake, I'll take it from you. COMMANDER. Yes, again a rascal ! Three times a rascal ! craven dastard, too ! For ho who has not courage to restrain His idle thirst for fame beneath the yoko Of duty's just a dastard, so God mend it !— ROBERT (breaking out in fury). I, dastard, I ? Thou insolent grey-beard, Thou hast not said all that to me for nought ! [He seizes the COMMANDER on the breast, and tears the belt from his mantle. FRANK (who springs forward and tries to keep him off). Bethink you, Knight, unhand him ! Let him go !