Where'er ye look, on every side, is death. Turn hack again ! Thou, my good Adalbert, Thou knowcst the placo whcro blooms thy sanctuary ! Al)AI.nERT (Aside). Yes—in tho grave !— MOLAY. And thou, my dear Poitou ! Pack to thy mother's loving arms return, Thy sire's ancestral castlo seek onco more ; Support his hoary head, so battle-worn ! FRANK. Himself ho sent mo here—I waver not ! ADALBERT. For mc remains no home but Heaven ! I stay. MOLAY. Then stay !—But me accuse not before God! For of this step of yours I solemnly Absolve mo of all consequence, and cost Its burden on you !—You have mado your choice, I consecrato you to your destiny. (Long solemn pause.) Prepare for tho midnight solemnity ; When stroko of twelve comes booming from tho tower, Then will your lot be sealed. Depart and pray ! [FRANK and ADALHERT go off. MOLAY (Aside). Ay ! there they go, tho victims ! [Suddenly rising from his seat. But by Heaven ! Almost I had forgotten ! Adalbert ! (To the PCRSUIVANT.) Watch thou without, that wo bo not disturbed. [Exit PURSUIVANT. ADALBERT comes bach MOLAY (to ADALBERT, as he opens a folding-door leading to the garden). First take leave of thy father !— [Calling after them. 14G THE TEMPLARS IN CYPKC8. [ACT IV.