ROBERT. Aye?— And Odo Saint-Amnnd in prison died For right and duty. Did not you yourself So tell mo ?— COMMANDER. Go, boy, go!—Again thou mak'st Me blush with shame (embracing him). This is not right of thee !— Come to my heart!—It draws new warmth again, God knows ! from thine ! 'Tis e'en as though thy youth Infused new life into mine nged veins.— [Enter a PURSUIVANT. PURSUIVANT. His Grace the Master sends me to command Sir Robert to his presence. (To the COMMANDER.) Helms asked To see your Lordship also. COMMANDER (low to ROBERT, pointing to the PCRSUIVANT). I cannot Confront him with these eyes so red ! Go thou, Dear boy ! Things may be better yet,—but go ! [Exeunt ROBERT and the PURSUIVANT. COMMANDER. But should ho fall !—Oh father Hugo, spare ! Meto not strict justice to thy son's grey hair ! Oh shame on him who, when life's close draws nigh, Must blush to think he fell from equity ! 128 THE TEMPLARS IX CYPRUS. [ACT IV.