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36 WHY JESUS WEPT. 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 you ? No ! Ah, Percy, Percy, will you break a heart that only beats for you ? SIR PERCY. You woo so well that I think you must have loved befor…
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…h, I am so sorry, I forgot. ANGELA. I will tell you, though. I am all but twenty-two ! SIR PERCY. That is young yet. ANGELA. Ah, in your eyes I see sadness—I breathe ; I hope. Think deeply in yourself, if you love this girl ! I am older than you, to be sure ; but not so much. May be you would find my love a better thing than you think ! Do I perspire now ? Do my cheeks run down nasty wet tears ? Is my love a monotonous harping on one word ? Love, Percy — dare I call you Percy ? SIR PERCY. If I may call you Angela.
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…on urgent wing ! Let me be silent, and my silence sing Throughout the idle, the luxurious night ! How soft she breathes ! How tender Her eyes beam down on me ! How slender
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…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 poor girl of the dale. SIR PERCY. Your voice is like an empress — no, a nightingale. You do not speak like a daleswoman. MOLLY. I was at school, sir, at — SIR PERCY. O but I love you ! There is none above you, Not God ! I renounce Thee, O maker ! Dissolve,
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…ove, my star, my — Ah ! — I hurt you ! (Aside.) O beast ! What is this doubt ? ANGELA, very close to him. I hear another anthem in those eyes. By God, lad, you are wonderful ! SIR PERCY. What would you say ? ANGELA. What would I not do ? Listen, I am Angela, Lady Baird. I am rich. That wealth now for the first time yields me some pleasure. The moon rises late, after ten o’clock : you shall come with me. We are — neighbours, are we not ? You shall come to my castle, I say ; there I will prepare all for you and your young bride : my chaplain shal…
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…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,
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… in a mirror. I thank you, M. Davenport ! This smile Is worth a husband. Here, one touch of pink Completes a perfect picture — Are these eyes Dark eno’ to look love or sin, and large (O Atropine !) to beam forth innocence ? Innocence, a grim jest for sixty years ! Nay, sixty-three ; I lie not to myself ; Else one sins lying ; this is virtue mixed, A bubbling draught that soon lies still and flat ; While my great lust runs deep and dark, nor changes For all that time can do. What of this boy ? I knew his father ; the man feared me well For all h…
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WHY JESUS WEPT 53 Her pale, her golden body lies ! Even asleep the dark long lashes move, And the eyes see. She dreams of me, of love, Of all these bridal ecstasies That have been ours this month, this month of joy. I am a foolish boy ; Did not the golden starred Ambassador Come like a father to me and implore I would look straight on truth ? “ This is no love-sick youth ! ” He cried, “ She is nigh sixty years of age ; Her lovers are a mangled multitude ; You are one duckling of an infinite brood This vixen hath up-gobbled ! ” Am I mage ? Ay, f…
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… of course he has not been brought out of sect2 as yet. II AGÉD SISTER, do. Dear ! Dear ! Very sad ! Perhaps the dear Lord will open his eyes. (The praying brother sits down suddenly, satisfied with himself.) A HORNY-HANDED BROTHER, who rises grunting, as if the action were painful or unfamiliar. Matthew Twenty-fourth and Forty-third and he said unto them : Whither of the twins will ye that I deliver unto you, Barabbas, or Djeesas that is cawled Croist ? Deer Bro- theren — (But let him expound it to himself while we listen to the agéd sisters !…