That our good Patriarch is not much deceived
In thinking gold and glory may be won
By his commission? that a foe's a foe,
Were he our guardian angel seven times o'er?
Have you 'gainst flesh and blood weighed all these things,
And are you come to strike a bargain now?
TEMPLAR.
My dear good man, be patient; not for this
Am I come hither; not for aught like this
Do I desire to see the Patriarch.