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FRIEDERICH WERNER The Templars in Cyprus


Sir John Froissart's Chronicles of England, France, Spain and the Ajoining Countries from the latter part of the reign of Edward II to the coronation of Henry IV in 12 volumes 

Chronicles of Enguerrand De Monstrelet (Sir John Froissart's Chronicles continuation) in 13 volumes 

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The Templars in Cyprus
page 147

Of earth, lies deep a terrible abyss !— Turn back to them ! Delicious is their scent, And all around you lies God's earth outspread, There also smiles on you His kindly sun, And there right well ye can His children be ! FRANK. I'll to the Highest devote my earthly fortune ADALBERT. Mine's Bleeping in tho grave—my life is yours. MOLAY. Rush not unheeding to calamity. Retreat is open still ; soon 'twere too late. Hero persecution lies in wait for you, And tribulation ; worldly pleasure dies Within theso halls, desiro of ovil grows More keen by its renouncement ; should you here Give place to it, you'll never rise again ! But e'en should you—I cannot guarantee it— March forth as victor from the deadly fight ; E'en should you win tho Order's highest prize, Tho Saviour's glorious crown of martyrdom, Suppose you that its thorns inflict no wound ? See, I am Master ; painfully I won The noblest prize you might by any means Acquire,—this mantle. I am an old man, I speak not vauntingly, I know full well My strength is nought but merest impotence, And God is mighty in me, who am weak ; Say I for my sake what I say to you ?— I say it to save your souls ! Behold and see ! This linen mantle cost me six red wounds, (baring his head) Feel on my skull and count them for yourselves. One sword-cut would have surely cleft my head Had not your father (to FRANK) warded off the blow. (To both.) Yet little count I these, matched with those wounds That pierced my inmost being, bleeding still ; The giving up of love, denial of that THE TEMPLARS IX CYPRUS. [ACT IV.

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