Receives the Nuncio, when the one, from Rhodes, Kar. Shall the Bride's brother vainly sue? Kha. For what That mine Avenging in one blow a myriad wrongs, Thus far, as youngest of you all, I speak [A silence -Scarce more enlightened than yourselves: since, near As I approach him, nearer as I trust Soon to approach our Master, he reveals Only the God's power, not the glory yet: Therefore I reasoned with you: now, as servant Hear me appoint your several posts! Till noon Enter a Druse. The Druse. Our Prefect lands from Rhodes!-With out a sign That he suspects aught since he left our Isle ; Nor in his train a single guard beyond The few he sailed with hence: so have we learned Kar. For ever? Loys? Is not Loys gone Ayoob. Loys, the Frank Knight, returned? The Druse. Loys, the boy, stood on the leading prow Conspicuous in his gay attire,—and leapt Into the surf the foremost: since day-dawn I kept watch to the Northward; take but note Kha. Peace! Thou, Karshook, with thy company, receive The Druse. Enter a second Druse. I espied it first! Say, I First spied the Nuncio's galley from the South! If Djabal chance to ask who spied the flag, Kha. Thou, Ayoob, bring The Nuncio and his followers hither! Break One rule prescribed, ye wither in your blood, The Druse. Enter a third Druse. I shall see home, see home! -Shall banquet in the sombre groves again! Bear up Kha. from Candia in the distance! Joy! Druses? Summon our people, Raghib ! Bid all forth! Vex by the least omission! Let him rise Druses. Let Djabal rise! Enter Loys.-The Druses are silent. Loys. Who speaks of Djabal?—for I seek him, friends! [Aside.] Tu Dieu! 'Tis as our Isle broke out in song For joy, its Prefect-incubus drops off To-day, and I succeed him in his rule! But no-they cannot dream of their good fortune! Kha. [Aside to KAR.] Loys, in truth! Yet Djabal cannot err ! Kar. [to KHA.] And who takes charge of Loys? . Despite thy wariness! Will Loys stand And see his comrade slaughtered? Loys. [Aside.] How they shrink And whisper, with those rapid faces! What? The sight of me in their oppressors' garb Strikes terror to the simple tribe? God's shame On those that bring our Order ill repute ! The timidest shall have in me no Prefect To cower at thus! [Aloud.] I asked for Djabal— Kar. [Aside.] One lured him, ere he can suspect, inside The corridor; 'twere easy to despatch Better A youngster. [to LoYs.] Djabal passed some minutes. since Thro' yonder porch, and . . . Kha. [Aside.] ... Hold! What, him despatch? The only Christian of them all we charge Of all that learned from time to time their trade To Europe's pomps, a truest child of pride,— [To Loys.] Sir Loys, Loys. There, cousins! Does Sir Loys strike you dead? Kha. [advancing.] Djabal has intercourse with few or none Till noontide but, your pleasure? Loys. "Intercourse "With few or none?"-(Ah, Khalil, when you spoke I saw not your smooth face! All health-and health To Anael! How fares Anael?)—" Intercourse "With few or none?" Forget you, I've been friendly With Djabal long ere you or any Druse? -Enough of him at Rennes, I think, beneath The Duke my father's roof! He'd tell by the hour, Kha. The quaint attire! Loys. Stories, say you?-Ah, My dress for the last time! How sad I cannot make you understand, And noblest; and, what's best and oldest there, |