108 TIIK TEMPLARS IX CTHJUS. [ACT HI. MOLAT ({minting to ADALIIKRT, IWIO stands in the background dejectetl and hanging his head; to the TUNISIAN). And what young mnn is this whoso wasted check Bears signs of much deep-seated inward grief ? TUXISIAX. An excellent youth ! i' faith a pity 'tis Ho may not como into tho Pasha's harem To bo tho women's darling ! All tho day He spends in sighing. Does tho moon light up A little, in the twinkling of an eyo Ho flies to his guitar and sings a lay Of his lost sainted Agnes, oh ! so sad, That even my rough heart's been stirred by it. (To ADALBERT, taking him by the chin.) Come, Adalbert, cheer up ! for hero in truth Thou art amongst thy co-beliovcrs. MOLAT (to ADALBERT). Come Nearer to me, young man ! (Aside.) A haughty mien ! How noble !—with a sweet sad dreaminess !— I feel as if already I had seen These features somewhere ! (Again to ADALBERT.) Thou'rt named Adalbert ? ADALBERT. At dawning of my sultry earthly day, They called me Adalbert of Anjou— MOLAT (astonished). Anjou ? [The COMMAXDER (ivho, without attending to the preceding conversation, has been standing all the while immersed in thought, looking sometimes at HUGO'S statue, sometimes at the nielle, now becomes attentive). Son of the Constable ?