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WHY JESUS WEPT. 
THE WOMAN. 
 
O God !  I am punished.  Sir Percy here !  What is the 
matter, dear my love ? 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
Never mind love — you are ? 
 
MOLLY. 
 
O sir, your Molly, that you broke the heart of.  See what 
has come to me ! 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
Ah, if you knew.  You are the lucky one ! 
I am in grips with a more dread disease 
Than all your wildest nightmares figure you ! 
A carriage rolls by, as from the theatre.  It stops owing to a block in the traffic. 
 
MOLLY. 
 
O sir !  I am so sorry for you. 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
And a lot of good that does ! 
Enter, on the pavement, the Marquis of Glenstrae, in his fur coat.  The occupant 
of the carriage, Angela, Lady Baird, recognises him and leans out to greet 
him. 
 
GLENSTRAE. 
 
Ah, my dear lady, how do you do this cold weather ? 
 
ANGELA. 
 
Well, very well, thank you — and you ?