The Poem

LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 113 not come home with you, you who broke my mother’s heart, and turned me from your doors penniless. BRANDON. Unnatural puppy! PERCY. My mother’s spirit forgives you, and in my heart is no longer the desire for vengeance. So far have I risen, but not far enough to forget that you are the most abominable villain that plagues God’s beautiful world with his infesting life. BRANDON [wth sudden calmness]. This to his father! What does the Bible say, you wretch ? PERCY [fo Vaughan}. I will go, my true new father. Kiss Esmé for me a hundred times ! BRANDON [suddenly breaking from the Footmen]. Damn you; that’s your game, is it? No, you go with me, Sir Poet. [Rushing at his son, strikes. Percy, warding off the unexpected blow, staggers. Brandon, maddened by the zdea offighting, snatches up a knife and drives tt into his heart. He falls wth a low cry. Vaughan dashes forward and strikes Brandon heavily. He falls; Joot- men drag him off insensible. I