12 THK TEMPLARS IX CYPRUS. [ACT I. ROBERT. Yawn! (turning round quick};/ to the soldiers). Now, my gallant lads, Liko you tho service ? SOLDIER. It but lacks its sauce, An enemy's blood ! ROBERT. Bravo ! GOTTFRIED. Jesting apart, Know you that the Tunisian, Christendom's Worst foe, prepares, folk sa)-, three privateers ; And ono already cruizes in tho bay ? ROBERT. My friend, tho Christian's nearest foe, the tiger, That fourteen days has through the forest howled, Demands our first attention. Two whole days I've been upon his track. GOTTFRIED. You have not then Heard all the news ? ROBERT. When I can hear my horn, And listen to tho rushing of the storm, What care I for the hiss of rumour's tongue ? GOTTFRIED. Learn that the boat arrived from France yestre'en Despatches of most grave importance brought, And all with anxious expectation wait The frigate that should anchor here to-day. ROBERT. With what?—May-be, from tho Grand-Almoner