ACT I
SCENE: The desert.
In the feregroana’, a walled well with
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a lever.
Three [fa/ms
Tall grasses.
The ground is
uneven
In the haehgronnd other palms, among which
are several military chargers, held by esqnires.
Around
the well are Knights Templar; armed, ;!!!/?051715
Also
JOCELYN, a troahaa’onri
JOCELYN [sings to his !!!/”?[
:
Noon slumbers softly in the palms ;
The desert breezes whisper psalms
;
And we who rest must rise and ride
Beneath the banner cruciform
That braves the Saracen and the storm,
This blessed Christmastide.
For we are hardy, and worn with blows
And battles,
And languish for our mother snows.
What is the gladness of the well
To us who pine for citadel,
And joyous burg, and Christian feast?
But we are vowed to Christ to fight
For God, our honour, and our right
Against the recreant East.