Oh,
I beg no further—you must quite mistake me;
He that knows much hath learnt much care, and I
Devoted me to only one. ’Tis well,
Most luckily here comes the very man,
Wait here, stand still—he has perceived you, knight.
TEMPLAR.
I’d rather shun him, he is not my man.
A thick red smiling prelate—and as stately—
FRIAR.
But you should see him on a gala-day;
He only comes from visiting the sick.
TEMPLAR.
Great Saladin must then be put to shame.
[The Patriarch, after marching up one of the aisles in great pomp, draws near, and makes signs to the Friar, who approaches him.
Patriarch, Friar, and Templar.
PATRIARCH.