IX nth o'er him won no control, Cool while flsmos around him roll, On Jesu «m May'd his soul. When the sshes lisil burnt low He was quit of earthly woe, Caught up heavenly joy to know.— Thou, like l'olycarp, also ! MOLAY. A pretty song ! Praiso to tho noblo wrestler Fer whom Christ wovo tho holy martyr-crown ! ECDO (tcith aUer&l and elevated voice). Prjisc, my bravo Molay, bo to thee ! MOLAY. Whose voice ?— Pray thee nnmask thyself! — Et'DO (in his previous quiet tone). I liko it so. MOLAY. You spoko to me jnst now in tones that thrill'il Through all my nerves !— EUDO. May be ! for, after singing, There lingers sometimes in mino aged throat A ring of melody. MOLAY (Aside). I cannot err ; Yet I must have conviction ! (To the old man.) Will you n Be strengthened cro you go with meat and drink ? EUDO. My part is to feed others, not myself !— MOLAY. But wherefrom come you, then, enigmatist ? Where dwell you ? 208 THF. TF.JIPLARS IN CYPRUS. [ACT