WHY JESUS WEPT 
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SIR PERCY. 
 
I love you, love you.  Yes, you love me !  Love !  Christ !  
Yes, oh !  I love you so, dear heart. 
 
MOLLY. 
 
Dear love, I love you. 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
Ah, love, love, how I love you.  This is the world ! Love !  
Love !  I love you so, my darling.  Oh my white golden heart 
of glory ! 
 
MOLLY. 
 
I love you, love you so. 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
Ah, God !  I love you !  I shall faint with love.  I love 
you so.  (Angela, Lady Baird, is discovered behind the trees.  She suffers the 
torments of hell.) 
 
ANGELA, While the duet continues. 
 
Ah !  if there were a devil to buy souls, 
Of if I had not sold mine !  Quick bargain, God ! 
Hell catch the jade !  Blister her fat red cheeks ! 
Rot her snub nose !  Poison devour her guts ! 
Wither her fresh clean face with old grey scabs, 
And venomous ulcers gnaw the baby breasts ! 
Vermin upon her !  Infamous drab !  Gr !  Gr ! 
I would I had her home to torture her. 
I would dig out those amorous eyes with gimlets,