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WHY JESUS WEPT 61 SIR PERCY. O, go ! to the devil for me ! What do I care ? I am tired, I tell you. GLENSTRAE. You see, Molly, I told you true. MOLLY, turns to the Marchioness and kneels by her. O, my lady Marchioness ! You are a great lady. Spare me this shame, your lord’s shame, your own shame... LADY GLENSTRAE. Take her away. Less light ! GLENSTRAE. Ha ! Ha ! SIR PERCY. I cannot see your humour, Glenstrae — forgive me so far ! And to tell the truth of it, I can do nothing and care to do less. GLENSTRAE. Come, Molly ! MOLLY. Must I, must I ? …
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62 WHY JESUS WEPT. 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. (Exeunt Marquis and Molly.) LADY GLENSTRAE. Hist ! Percy, hither to me. Is no one looking ? SIR PERCY. No, there is no one here. LADY GLENSTRAE. I can cure you. I can make you strong and happy again. O what rapture ! SIR PERCY. What is it ? LADY GLENSTRAE. Here, let me give you this medicine. A little prick of pain, and then — pleasure — Oh ! (S…
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50 WHY JESUS WEPT. SCENE IX Enter THE MARQUIS OF GLENSTRAE, Outside Tyson’s Cottage. GLENSTRAE. Here, then, lives the pretty piece of goods Angela wrote me of. (Molly appears at doorway.) Ah ! my pretty lass, can you give a poor old man a glass of milk ? MOLLY. Yes, sir, I will fetch you one. Pray you, set you down awhile. (He sits down. She goes.) GLENSTRAE. Ugh ! Ugh ! This rheumatism at me again. I wish I had left the business to Arthur. — But there, there, one never knows. (Molly comes in with the milk.) There, there ! what have you been cr…
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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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68 WHY JESUS WEPT. ANGELA. Oh, go to the devil, both of you ! Marquis, shall we sup at the Carlton ? GLENSTRAE. With pleasure — ha ! a most amusing meeting — ha ! ANGELA. Where have you been this evening ? GLENSTRAE. O most dull, indeed ! I had to give the Presidential address at St. Martin’s Town Hall for the Children’s Special Service Mission. ANGELA. Yes, your Lordship is indeed a true friend to the little ones. A curious coincidence. I am the new president of the Zenana Mission. GLENSTRAE. You ! ANGELA. Think of the poor heathen women kept …
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WHY JESUS WEPT 51 MOLLY. O my lord ! I am the most unhappy girl in the world. GLENSTRAE. Tell me about it — there, there, don’t cry ! MOLLY. Twas but yestreen s’ennight. GLENSTRAE. 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 s…
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64 WHY JESUS WEPT. LADY GLENSTRAE. What medicine ? I never take medicine ! SIR PERCY. But you gave it to me — with a needle. LADY GLENSTRAE. Oh, that medicine ! You like it ? SIR PERCY. It is heaven, heaven ! It is called — LADY GLENSTRAE. Morphia. They rest. SCENE XII TWO YEARS LATER Night : The Strand, opposite the Hotel Cecil. A chemist’s shop behind. A grey, old, wizen man staggers into the shop. CHEMIST. This prescription has been made up before, sir. THE MAN. Yes, I want it renewed, quickly, quickly.
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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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WHY JESUS WEPT 69 ANGELA. Genuine enough ! But what a jest is this ! GLENSTRAE. A most remarkable coincidence — a very pleasant remind- er. Shall we sup ? ANGELA. Yes ; a magnum of Pol Roger, ’84 — GLENSTRAE. With a dash of brandy in it — ANGELA. Will clothe our old loves in a halo of romance again. GLENSTRAE. Ha ! Ha ! We wear well, eh ? There, there ! (Opens the car- riage door.) The Carlton. (Follows and shuts door.) Sir Percy and Molly part. The effect of his last dose is worn off : clutching his prescription, he goes off with set teeth. Mo…
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… 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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…es.) SIR PERCY, half rises and falls back. Oh ! oh ! It is impossible. Lord Marquis, you are a good man. Tell me, it is a hideous dream. GLENSTRAE. No dream, my boy. You are the hundredth she has treated after this fashion. But cheer up now. There ! There ! Women are all the same. Eh, Maud ? LADY GLENSTRAE. Who calls ? What do you want ? Leave me alone ! GLENSTRAE. Ah, nothing ! Nothing, my dear.
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PERSONS STUDIED THE MARQUIS OF GLENSTRAE, K.G. TYSON ............................................ A farmer. SIR PERCIVAL DE PERCIVALE ............. Bart K.C.B. a deadhead. SIR PERCY DE PERCIVALE .................. His Son. JOHN CARRUTHERS ................................ His Friend and Steward of his house. GREUMOCH ......................................... A Highland gillie. ARNOLD } ....................................... Household servants. RITSON SIR HERPES ZOSTER, M.D. .................. A celebrated physician. SIR GRABSON JOBBS, Q.C. ....…
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…some rather pleasant business. There ! there ! (Enter Molly Tyson.) MOLLY. O ! Sir Percy ! My lord, could you not have told me of this ? GLENSTRAE. Now, your condition ! MOLLY. Sir Percy, do you, can you love me ? You promised to love me for ever. SIR PERCY. Who is this woman ? I am weary of these women. MOLLY. Sir, sir, acknowledge me. You know not what hangs on it — my honour even ! GLENSTRAE. A speech of this breed is not in the bond — but let it pass. There ! there ! MOLLY. Sir, I beseech you — for an hour — take me away. I am in terrible t…
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…ead ; they are the flatulence of calf-sickness. I thought I had taught the boy more sense. He weakens, and I weary. As you will, my Lady Glenstrae ! Hortense ! (Hortense enters with a glass of brandy.) Brandy ! HORTENSE. Here, milady. ANGELA. Not enough, you she-devil. More ! More ! Exit. Angela falls back to sleep. SCENE XI Paris. ANGELA, LORD and LADY GLENSTRAE, SIR PERCY DE PERCIVALE. ANGELA. You will not believe what I tell you ? These friends will tell you what I mean, and if I mean it ! You had your dis- missal this morning. Never dare to…
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…re, there, no thanks, I 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 m…
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…ck 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, the Marquis of Glenstrae, in his fur coat. The occupant of the carriage, Angela, Lady Baird, recognises him and leans out to greet him. GLENSTRAE. Ah, my dear lady, how do you do this cold weather ? ANGELA. Well, very well, thank you — and you ?
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…ed themselves dissatisfied with the explanation given by Sir G. Jobbs. They argue that it requires to be amplified, since the Marquis of Glenstrae must have had normal habits, other wise so pure a poet as Crowley would never have introduced him. This is true ; but Sir R. Burton has pointed out that the outcry against Greek Art comes chiefly from those who are personally incapable of it. Englishmen and Virgins are then like Alpine guides and mountains ; some can’t go, and the rest lose the way. Hence Mr. Kensit
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…ks 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 awe of such a high exalted pot, In England’s upper Witenagemot A figure bright enough to make the sun dun, Yet common — to conceive him asketh not Imagination’s waistcoat buttons undone ! Any old gentleman in any club in London.
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…to announce, I think, as well as I. SIR GRABSON J. Sad for the general commonwealth, but of particular 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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… name ! I am neither, friends. I know a stick has got two ends ! Nothing were easier than to show That Lady Baird avoided woe ; And Lord Glenstrae, that worthy peer, Saved whisky by supplying beer. For what is good, and makes for peace, What evil, wisdom must increase Well near omniscience before One guesses what it all is for. Still, since de gustibus not est — (My schoolboy readers know the rest !) I much prefer — that is, mere I — Solitude to Society. And that is why I sit and spoil So much clean paper with such toil By Kandy Lake in far Cey…