The Templars in Cyprus
True—trno—My head !—
[Gives the letter back to the CHAPLAIN.
Go on !
CHAPLAIN (reading on). " Of prison and of life—and without blood.— A littlo hemlock with his cabbage mixed, A little holo tho depth of seven ells ; So sleeps he peacefully, and so do we.— Farewell ! And if this bo a sin,—I take Tho burden of it on my shoulders !—MOLAT."
PRIOR (breaking into the hottest rage). Oh, lend to mo thy lightnings, Heaven ! 0 Hell, Give me thy flames! (ïb NOFFO) Tell me, thou scoundrel, how Thy hands obtained this gallows-recking letter?
Must I repeat it ten times ? (Pointing to the CHAPLAIN.)
He can tell !—
When Molay was dictating, yesterday,
Despatches to me, ho stopped short and looked
Me shrewdly in the face ; " Chaplain," said he,
" You'ro a true man. Can you a secret keep ? "
And I, all unsuspecting, answer mado,
" Most "Valorous, sure my bosom is no echo :
'Tis but a shrine which faithfully conceals
All you repose within it," I said : thereon,
Many injurious things ho said of you,
And bade me, by mine oath and by Christ's wounds,
Divulge them never ; and when I'd promised him,
He bade me that disgraceful note inscribe.
Six times I longed to throw in his vile face
The pen, but used discretion, you to save.
I wrote tho note and handed it to Molay ;
But during tho brief space when he was gone
To lunch, I seized my opportunity,
Transcribed the note, and thrust into my hood
THE TEMPLARS IN' CYPRUS.