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48 WHY JESUS WEPT SIR GRABSON J, He is away to Windsor—the King (they beat their foreheads eighty-seven times upon the ground) knights him to-day. Sir HERPEs Z. I knew he had the O.M. and the F.Z.S.; but this knighthood? StR GRABSON J. He has taken up political economy. He will marry a duchess, Greumoch, too, is doing well. After the—ah—event we all deplored so, he entered the Benedictines at Fort Augustus; and to-morrow they instal him as Lord Abbot. Sir HERPES Z, What? And he a Highlander? S1R GRABSON J. It seems that was a mere disguise; his…
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42 WHY JESUS WEPT Sir Percy. I am sick and sane now. God do so to me and more also if I look at a woman again, What a fool I have been ! GLENSTRAE. Ah, my boy, you will keep clear of the old ones, [know. (Zzd¢er a footman.) These blinds down ! (Zhe maz obeys.) But a tasty little morsel like your Molly—your first love. —Eh, my lad? There; there, don’t be angry ! Srr PERcY. You disgust me. [Zhe footman turns to go. Pshaw ! GLENSTRAE (0 footian). Wait ! (Zo Sir Percy.) Would you tell her sor Sir PERcy. If I deigned speech. GLENSTRAE. fora moment. …
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…el Cectl. “l chemist’s shop behind. A grey, old, wieened man staggers tnto the shop. CHEMIST. This prescription has been made up before, Sir. THE MAN. Yes, I want it renewed, quickly, quickly. CHEMIST. I am afraid, sir, it is marked ‘once only.” THE MAN. You won't? O if you knew what I suffer! I will pay you double. CHEMIST. I’m afraid not, sir. You may try else- where. Trk MAN, O God! O God! [Goes out. To him enter on the pavement a bedrageled female. THE WoMAN. Come home, ducky, won’t you? THE MAN. O God! OGod! I cannot bear it any longer. It…
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32 WHY JESUS WEPT ANGELA. Now let him find it! This will puzzle him. When Limburger replaces Patchouli, Why—moonrise ! [Sir Percy, radiant, reaches the land- ing stage, moors his boat and mounts. He sees a pink note on the wharf. Sir PERCY. Ah! she has dropped this! A cruel fool am I; I took an honied kiss ; I revelled in true bliss ; Yet never thought to try A keepsake to obtain To wear my heart upon. Now God is great and gracious; Iere’s medicine for my pain. She has left it; she has gone! How sweet the air and spacious ! I am happy—let me se…
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WHY JESUS WEPT ANGELA. What shall I say ! ashamed. Oh leave me! Iam SIR Percy (very pale). Is this your writing? ANGELA. Oh shame! shame! shame! Tell me you have not read it, Sir Percy ! Str Percy. Some I did read— How know you my name? ANGELA. I read it in my heart. O but I am ashamed to speak to you! Or would be were not that name as a brand to blot out all feeling from me for evermore. SIR PERCY (aside). How she speaks! singing. (Aloud.) Indeed, I read too far, It is indeed an angel ANGELA. Pity me! Sir PERCY. Dear lady, the joy to know, and…
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… perspire now? Do my cheeks run down nasty wet tears? Is my love a mono- tonous harping on one word? Love, Percy —dare I call you Percy? SiR PERcY. If I may call you Angela. ANGELA. Love, Percy (she lays one hand on his shoulder and looks deeply in his eyes), is wit, and laughter, and wisdom; all of love, and in it; but love without these is a mawkish, moonish distemper of folly—and will pass. I shall not pass, my love!—Ah! you feel my breath upon your face |! Sir PERcY. ~Yes—do not! ANGELA. I shall do so—you dare not move away from me! I have …
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…[GCallops off. SCENE VIII. Dawn. Outside Castle Baird. To Car- RUTHERS, GREUMOCH, MOLLY, and retainers on horseback enter LADY BAIRD and SIR PERCY PERCIVALE om the battlements. CARRUTHERS. Be a man, Greumoch boy, be a man ! GREUMOCH. Sir, did she’ll no be thinking ye were greeting yersei’, mon, she'll could find it in her heert to whang ye, whateffer. ANGELA. You are early hunting, gentlemen. in! My steward shall serve somewhat. [Sees MOLLY. Ha! Ha! Ha! You bring a lady, then, Carruthers ! Come CARRUTHERS. Madam ! Give me that boy ! ANGELA. You…
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33 MOLLY. Oh, Percy, Percy, am I not your love? Sik PERcY. I am sorry, heartily, Miss Tyson. MOLLY. SIR PERCY. I did indeed speak foolishly. ANGELA (aszde). Your purse ! SIR PERCY (aside). O that were devilish—she’s a good girl ! ANGELA. I hate her. SiR PERcY. Buy yourself a pretty hat ! Forget my pretty speeches | [Pings his purse down. CARRUTHERS. O Lord Christ ! In one short day—he was a gentleman ! Sir Percival! Would God I were dead too ! If he had lived—thank God he died! Sir Percy, Lend me your pistol ; here’s a heart to hit ! [Sir Percy…
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WHY JESUS WEPT 35 in your next lecture warn the girls to go slow : it is dangerous as well as cruel to leave a lover standing. SiR PERcY. Oh I have learnt that lesson and a thousand others. ANGELA. You must go now. The moon— Sirk PERCY. This love is notof the moon. To-morrow— ANGELA. ‘* And to-morrow and to-morrow.” Speak not that idle word ! SIR PERCY, What of this chaplain ? ANGELA. What of your guardian ? Sir PERCY. Curses of hell ! ANGELA. Hush ! hush ! sweet words must come from such sweet lips. Sirk PERCY. What shall I do? ANGELA. You lea…
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…d Shaw’s idea of a dramatic scene. [Zhe beautiful woman gets up and goes. The poet hastily fol:ows her out. SCENE XIV. TEN MONTHS LATER, SiR Percy DE PERCIVALE’S Ancestral Hall. Sir HERPES ZOSTER, M.D. SIR GRABSON JOBS, Q.C. Sir Herpes Z,. Yes, indeed, a most fortunate event. The children weigh 46 Ibs, between the three of them. All boys! SIR GRABSON J. Good! Good! failing—ha ! But a word in your ear. No chance of heirs This morphia? Sirk HERPES Z. Not a sign of relapse, old friend, and never will be now. Sir Percy is as sound a man as lives in…
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…better than farmer Tyson’s butter and eggs. MOLLY. Must it be now ? GLENSTRAE. Much better now. There, there! Wish me good luck, Percy ! SIR PERCY. I know nothing of your devil’s game. Good luck ! GLENSTRAE. Caste, John Burns.! [Exenunt MARQUIS and MOLLY. LADY GLENSTRAE. Hist! Percy, hither to me. Is no one looking? Sirk PERCY. No, there is no one here. LADY GLENSTRAE, I can cure you. and happy again. I can make you strong O what rapture ! Sir PERCY. What is it ? LADY GLENSTRAE. Here, let me give you this medicine. A little prick of pain, and t…
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… was afraid—Yes, but I must go. ow & Was mac Le: . Say, are you glad, Something calls me. Is anything the Glad of me, happy here matter, sir? (He does not answer. She lifts Here in m week his head to her lap.) Wow paleheis! Poor I kiss vou 7 kiss ou! boy! Shall I run to the Hall and get help, Sa nee , lise ~ y I wonder? (Puts him cently down and half G Ys 3 Ss you . . Spirit of holiness? vases. His eyes open.) , Holy I hold you! Swift as a rapier Sir PERCY. Stabbed me your charms, Oh! I am but a coward. I am not il, Broken with lowliness, Iwas …
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…am told, an innocent child’s game !—one of the factory hands; and—he stumbled. He was sawn slowly into no less than thirty-eight pieces. Sir HERPEs Z. But how does this bear on the case ? SIR GRABSON J. Dying without issue, he has left all to Sir Percy here ; the King (cheers from large but unseen body of retainers, who have been eavesdropping), moreover, unwilling that the Marquisate should die out, will bestow it on the same lucky young fellow. SiR HERPES Z, This is marvellous news ! S1R GRABSON J. Again, Lady Baird has just perished in awful…
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WHY JESUS WEPT 31 ANGELA. Would I had the kissing of her with vitriol ! SIR PERCY. Your kisses are like young rain, ANGELA, The slobbery kisses of virginity. He shall soon know these calculated, keen, Intense, important kisses,—mine! Hell’s worm ! MOLLY. Yes, do not leave me. Let us away now ! No, I must tell them, fetch my— SiR PERCY, No! Nothing is necessary unto love, Not even light. In chaos love were well. I love you, love you so, my love, my love. No! No! MOLLY, HIow I love you! Oh, kiss me again ! Str PERCY. Yet you were best to go. This…
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74 A DRAMATIC VERSION OF DENys trregular intervals, whtle DENYS clears his Sir! pray let 2k I knov | throat repeatedly. This continues long, not pray jet me speak. VY YOU Denys fidgeting more and more. DENYS, ALAIN politely :| The wind has gone down some- ° what. We know you. [ALAIN falls into a fit of silent D laughter. DENYS rtses and puts ENYS. [Lronicadly.| I am too honoured. ALAIN. Well? DENYs. You speak of a lady tome. You mistake me ALAIN. [I hope so. DENYS. Do not entrust a stranger with your family secrets, is my advice—as a man of the…
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WHY JESUS WEPT 4! SIR PERCY. Come, rich, come overrolling ecstasy ! I am like to die with joy of everything. ANGELA. Die, then, and kiss me dead ! Sirk PERCY. Idie! I die! ANGELA. Thy flower-life is shed Into eternity, A waveless lake. SiR PERCY. Sleep, sleep ! [He sleeps. ANGELA. I am awake— And being awake I weary somewhat of these jejune platitudes, these rampant ulula- tions of preposterous puberty. These are the very eructations of gingerbread ; they are the flatulence of calf-sickness. I thought I had taught the boy more sense. He weakens…
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…uin him. Yes, I shall clutch him to these sagging breasts Stained, bruised,—enough !—and take his life in mine— Ugh ! pleasure of Hell ! Sir Percy Percivale,! Here is a strumpet. Ha! have you a sword? Enough. Iam dressed. communed With my dark heart : I see my way to it :— Oh joy! joy ! joy !—Hortense, these candles out ! [Zhe maid blows out the mirror candles. I will go down. Prepare my_ scented paper, My rosy wax against my coming here— When, girl? I’ th’ morn, i’ th’ morn! When else? I’d write. [She goes out, with a set smile on her face, ye…
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THE SIRE DE MALETROIT’S DOOR 79 to have your interesting relics kicking their heels from my battlements [jerks Azs thumod toward the window), if I cannot wipe out the dishonour, I shall at least stop the scandal. DENYS. Frankly, sir, I think your troubles must have turned your brain; there are other ways of settling such imbroglios among gentlemen. ALAIN. Alas, sir! Tam old. When I was younger I should have been delighted to honour you ; but Iam the sole male member of my ancient house. Faithful retainers are the sinews of age, and I were a foo…
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WHY JESUS WEPT Sir PERcY. Love you? Ah, Christ! I love you so! Say you love me, loveme! Sayso! Again! Again! Aloud! I must hear, or I shall die. MOLLY. I love you. Oh, you hurt me, you do indeed. Str 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 yow! I shall faint with lov…
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…y be. Who rides? I'll catch his bridle, Plough with his heifer, learn his riddle. [Enter CARRUTHERS, riding madly, crying “° Str Percy ! Sir Percy |” You, sir, what makes your honour here ! Sir Percy? Who then dares to face him? CARRUTHERS. Let go my bridle, girl, I save a life. MOLLY. You hunt Sir Percy Percivale ! CARRUTHERS. To save him. MOLLY. God save all honest men from knaves like you ! Stay, though, you are his friend? CARRUTHERS. His guardian. MOLLY. And I his promised wife. CARRUTHERS. Mad girl, be off ! MOLLY. Ay, strike me, coward !…