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…is this danger ? CARRUTHERS. Danger of your sort. She mounts. Old Tyson comes out into the open. TYSON. Eh, less, wheer off noo ? MOLLY. Father ! Father ! CARRUTHERS. Now. Spurs on the horse. TYSON. What, ye’ll abdooct my darter ? CARRUTHERS. Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! Gallops off.
…ear (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 that I inherit from him ; Namely, to tame the insolent. Turns to Angela. Dear wife !
…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 Throughout the idle, the luxurious…
…ronet, He took good order for the house, and bore Him as beseemed the master ; none may fret All are as well bestowed as aye before. His father’s eighty was with him fourscore. His father’s old advisers well he groups Into a closer company ; their lore He ardently acquires — he loops no loops, But — Bacon — grapples them to’s soul, with steely hoops ! You, lass, may see here for this Boy’s companions Virtue and Peace of Mind, Prudence, Respect,
…oonrise 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
…t the wisest, may foretell. I fear A moment’s mischief may destroy these years Of grave solicitude, their work. This boy Thinks his grey father dead. These words (tapping a letter) shall speak Even from the tomb. These words shall be obeyed By force of ancient habit : these give me Supreme authority to exercise By stealth, not overt till the hour be come When madness seats herself upon the lad, And he turn serpent on his friends. But no ! There is too strong a discipline of sense, Too cool a brain, too self-controlled a heart : — Well, we shall…
…dy Baird ; And all ye youths, aware that Percy’s fall Is something to be envied of ye all ; And all ye parsons, seeing that ye pray Your Father for the Luck of Lord Glenstrae. Enough of this ! Insistent Fates Bid me return to rhyming 8 s. I say what I have seen ill done In honest clean-lived Albion ; And if these things the green tree grows, What price the dry, my lords ? Who knows ? You say that I exaggerate ; That “ we are not as bad as that.” (Excuse the doubtful tag of verse !) Au contraire, you are vastly worse. I see the virtuous and the …
…t 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 his open laugher ; would he were Alive ! I dream one torture writhed about His heart he’ll miss in hell. I hated him. This boy of his I saw but yesterday Ride barehead by me like a madman would, Is strong and well-set — aye ! desirable. I would be better of his virgin lips : — She puts her lips against the mirror. (Nay, you are cold ! Like a dead man, perhaps !) I would …
…idal 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, for I grant the aged diplomat His truth — the truth for him ! To me she is The rosy incarnation of a kiss, The royal rapture of a young delight, The ma…
… of God ; with you I choose to measure myself. Others I can despise ; you are a force to be reckoned with, as Browning your intellectual father was before you. Whether we are indeed friends or enemies it is perhaps hard to say : it has sometimes seemed to me that human free- dom and happiness are our common goal, but that you found your muddied oafs in Gods, ministers, passive resisters, and all the religious team — the “ Brixton Barnshuts ” we might call them ; while I, at once a higher mystic and a colder sceptic, found my Messiah in Charles …