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…h repeated ‘ you know’s, like the Cairene bore in Marryat’s novel. I AGÉD SISTER, sotto voce. Yes ! it’s all so blesséd and romantic, my dear, thank the Lord ! They were both brought to Jesus on one night, Ascen- sion Day, as the poor PaganI bodies call it, through the minis- tration of Mr. Hogwash, the Baptist minister at Brixton (Mr. Chesterton executes the cake-walk), who they say is a good man, and very much blessed of the dear Lord, my dear, in his ministrations, though of course he has not been brought out of sect2 as yet. II AGÉD SISTER,…
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…EPT 29 To have him. Damn them ! Are they cock and hen To make this cackling over their affairs ? Muck ! Muck ! SIR PERCY. I love you so, dear heart, dear love. MOLLY. Oh yes, I love you ! Percy ! SIR PERCY. Molly ! Molly ! MOLLY. Dear boy, how I love you ! SIR PERCY. And I you, sweetheart. MOLLY. Good-bye, then ! SIR PERCY. Good-bye ! Good-bye ! At moonrise. MOLLY. At my door. ANGELA. Better write it down, and then you won’t forget.
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WHY JESUS WEPT 67 GLENSTRAE. Well enough — a little rheumatic, perhaps. H’m ! ANGELA. And the dear Marchioness ? GLENSTRAE. Oh, very sad — there — there ! She has had to be, ah ! — er — under treatment. ANGELA. Dear, dear, how very sad ! Hullo ! Look here on this picture and on that ! (Molly and Sir Percy are discovered.) GLENSTRAE. Oh ! Ah ! I think I must go on. I have an appoint- ment at the club. SIR PERCY. Yet your lordship walks East. MOLLY. Oh, I am not revengeful. Give me a fiver, my Lord Mar- quis, and we’ll call it square. SIR PERCY. …
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46 WHY JESUS WEPT. CARRUTHERS. I warn you, Lady Baird. The laws calls this abduction. ANGELA. Pish ! the law ! Go, my dear (Whispers) husband — ah ! how proud you look ! Come when you will ! CARRUTHERS. Sir Percy Percivale ! I stand here in your dear dead father’s name. ANGELA. You stand here, Percy, for yourself — and me. CARRUTHERS. Come down ; I am your guardian. Know this ! Without me you do nought, say nought, spend nought. Obey me ! SIR PERCY. Silence, sir, I am your master. Whatever powers my father may have given To you, there’s one tha…
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… A green wound is easiest cured. MOLLY. My lord, yestreen s’ennight I was wooed and won, and ere the moonrise he deserted me. GLENSTRAE. Dear, dear ! That’s bad, bad, bad. There, there, no doubt we shall be able to do something. MOLLY. My father thinks it is worse — oh, far worse ! I am to go away into service — oh ! oh ! GLENSTRAE. And so you shall, my dear, so you shall. Come and live with my wife as her companion, and we will try and find your lover for you. No doubt the arts of this — er — designing
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WHY JESUS WEPT 73 I AGÉD SISTER, sotto voce. So now they’re come out of sect, a most marvellous example, my dear, of the wonderful workings of the Holy Ghost, don’t you think so, my dear ? and I hear they’re to be received into fellowship next Lord’s Day. II AGÉD SISTER, do. The young people are interested in one anotherI, are they not ? I AGÉD SISTER, do. Yes ! it’s all very dear and blesséd. But hush ! how beauti- fully Mr. Worcester is expounding about Barabbas ! MR. G. K. CHESTERTON, do. This scene is all description and no drama, and ought…
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…I have it in me to write poetry. Yes, that, first. (Goes to table and takes pen and paper.) In praise of — what is your medicine called, dear Marchioness ? LADY GLENSTRAE. Who calls me ? What is it ? Leave me alone ! SIR PERCY. Tell me, dear Lady — Maud ! LADY GLENSTRAE. Ah ! you are the boy. SIR PERCY. Your boy, queen ! LADY GLENSTRAE. Oh, yes, my boy. SIR PERCY. What is this medicine called ?
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…ticular joy in this house. The Marquis of Glenstrae had the misfortune yesterday to fall against a circular saw in motion. SIR HERPES Z. Dear, dear ! and how was that ? SIR GRABSON J. His lordship was very fond of children, as you may know. It seems he was pursuing — it is, I am told, an innocent child’s game ! — one of the factory hands ; and — he stumbled. He was sawn slowly into no less than 38 pieces.
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66 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, …
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WHY JESUS WEPT 25 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…
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D E D IC AT IO M INO R My dear Lady S…, I quite agree with your expressed opinion that no true gentleman would (with or without reason) compare any portion of your ladyship’s anatomy to a piece of wet chamois- leather ; the best I can do to repair his rudeness is to acknow- ledge the notable part your ladyship played in the conception of this masterpiece by the insertion of as much of your name as my lawyers will permit me. I am your ladyship’s most humble and obedient servant, ALEISTER CROWLEY.
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…r me ! Bend deep ! Kiss my own eyelids out of tender sleep Into exasperate love ! Bend close ! Fill me, thy golden rose, With dew of thy dear kisses ! SIR PERCY. Ay, again ! Love, love, these raptures are like springtide rain Nesting among green leaves. ANGELA. The Lady of Love weaves Fresh nets of gossamer for thee and me. O take not back thy lips, even to sing ! SIR PERCY. Come, rich, come overrolling ecstasy ! I am like to die with joy of everything. ANGELA. Die, then, and kiss me dead ! SIR PERCY. I die ! I die ! ANGELA. Thy flower-life is …
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…. It is the last I have. (He fumbles awhile inside his coat.) THE WOMAN, catching hold of him. Come, stand me a glass of wine, there’s a dear. THE MAN. Ah ! that is well. Can I use this woman, I wonder ?
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…evermore. SIR PERCY aside. How she speaks ! It is indeed an angel singing. (Aloud.) Indeed, I read too far. ANGELA. Pity me ! SIR PERCY. Dear lady, the joy to know, and so perfectly to express such love is enough. ANGELA. You mock me ! That girl — do you in truth love her ? She is most beautiful.
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WHY JESUS WEPT 49 ANGELA. Ah, were such nights thy gift, dear Christ, all maids Were well thy servants. This is past all speaking ! The utmost triumph of a life well spiced With victory — this beats all. Hortense ! Hortense ! Bring me the brandy — pour a double dram ! Here’s luck — ah, Satan, give me fifty such ! Drinks off the brandy. And now to bed again — to sleep, I am tired. She goes in. Introduction of new character. The figure of the Marquis of Glenstrae Demands the kind attention of the spot Of consciousness that readers shift away In a…
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D E D IC AT IO M IN IM A My dear Christ, A person, purporting to be a friend and disciple of yours, and calling himself John, reports you to have wept. His tes- timony is now considered by the best authorities to be of a very doubtful order. But if you did weep, this (vide infra) is why. Of if not, surely it would have made you weep, had it met your eye. Excuse the rhyme ! You ask me (on dit) to believe you. I shall be willing to do so—merely as a gentleman—till you betray the trust ; but at present nobody worthy of serious consideration can gi…
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… beg ! I never could bear to see a pretty wench cry — there, there ! MOLLY. O sir, my lord, how can I thank you ? GLENSTRAE. Come in, my dear, and let us see your father about it... Can you spare an old man a kiss ? MOLLY. O my lord ? GLENSTRAE, kissing her. There, there ! Where is your father ? (They go in.) SCENE X Paris. Night. SIR PERCY and ANGELA in bed, the latter asleep. SIR PERCY. O Rose of dawn ! O star of evening ! O glory of the soul of light ! Let my bright spirit speed on urgent wing ! Let me be silent, and my silence sing Througho…
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WHY JESUS WEPT 59 LADY GLENSTRAE. Pull down the blinds. GLENSTRAE. Certainly, certainly, my dear, I will ring. (Rings.) 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, I know. (Enter a footman.) These blinds down ! (The man obeys.) But a tasty little morsel like your Molly — your first love. — Eh, my lad ? There ; there, don’t be angry ! SIR PERCY. Pshaw ! You disgust me. (The footman turns to go.) GLENSTRAE, to foo…
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22 WHY JESUS WEPT. MOLLY. Dear me ! The young gentleman’s ill too. What a nice boy it is ! I must go and help him. Why did he call to me ? (Goes back.) I was afraid — Yes, but I must go. Something calls me. Is anything the matter, sir ? (He does not answer. She lifts his head to her lap.) How pale he is ! Poor boy ! Shall I run to the Hall and get help, I wonder ? (Puts him gently down and half rises. His eyes open.) SIR PERCY. Oh ! I am but a coward. I am not ill, I was awake. I let you hold me. Forgive me ! MOLLY. Forgive you, sir ? I am a po…
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… Women are all the same. Eh, Maud ? LADY GLENSTRAE. Who calls ? What do you want ? Leave me alone ! GLENSTRAE. Ah, nothing ! Nothing, my dear.