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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 105 PERCY. Where should I go? VAUGHAN. Your father— PERCY. Has shown me the door. VAUGHAN. How have you quarrelled ? PERCY. Because I must write. VAUGHAN, What do you write about that he dislikes ? PERCY. He calls it waste of time. VAUGHAN. He may be right. What do you write about? PERCY. I write about all the horrible things I see, and try to find beauty in them, or to make beauty; and I write about all the beautiful things I only dream of. I love them all ; yes, even that woman yonder.
1898 · PDF PAGE 12
LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC, 109 PERCY. Esmé, my Esmé. And we will write our poem now together. ESME, I cannot write; we will live our poem now together. PERCY. Dear heart, dear heart! And she will give us light, our dear moon out yonder, always a pure cold light: and our life shall answer a purer, warmer flame. She is like a maiden covered with lilies; your lilies have kissed roses, ESME. And when the moon’s light fails, the light of your song. PERCY. Let that light be drawn from Heaven too. ESME. Oh, Percy, I am so glad, so glad ! PERCY. Esmé ! ESME…
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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 …
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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC, Il pardon, sir, he said it was only an excuse, and he wouldn’t stand any nonsense. | VAUGHAN. An excuse! Who is the fellow? BUTLER. I think he is a friend of Mr. Percy’s, sir. PERCY [alarmed]. It might be my father. [Aszde.] And I could have finished to-night—the very last word. Something has been singing in me all day. VAUGHAN. This is a serious matter, John. I will come and speak to him. [Extt. The voices ave heard outside. BRANDON [stout, purple, “ knobbed,” and ill-tempered). Yes, sir. Either I see my son now, or I fet…
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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 117 for an hour to put the keystone to his palace that he built of running brooks and trees and buds and the sound of the sea, and all the lights of heaven to window it. [Esmés eyes open.] Esmé! you must wake up and kiss father! ESME [half awake}. He sang to me all night, not his voice only, but a deeper voice that I understood so well as I never understood, a voice like his poem, only more beautiful even than that, and I can’t remember one word, only that he kissed me all the night; and there was as it were a vapour, an i…
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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 107 SCENE II. A year later. Vaughan's house in Mayfair. Peres bedroom. Moonlight streams through open window tn the corridor. Percy asleep. He dreams un- easily, and after a little wakes up with a start and @ Cry. PERCY. H! I had such a bad dream. I dreamt I was straining out after a beautiful bird, and suddenly it stopped, and then I held it in my hands, and it was happy, and then I dropped down somehow into the darkness and the bird had gone—only it got so con- fused, and I woke up. I hear steps! ESME [22 corridor]. Did …
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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 115 When you think of me I shall always be with you. One day you will come to me, Esmé! Kiss me! Your kisses must finish my poem. One day your pen must finish it. ESME. You know I cannot write a line. Oh, how sorry I am for that ! PERCY [fo Vaughan]. Good-bye, my dear, dear friend. Take care of Esmé for me. I hall watch over her myself, I an God together. is so frail and white, and she ¢< understands. sees my soul, and Heaven is, always open to her eyes when she looks up, and she is so beautiful. Will it seem long, Esmé, t…