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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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… 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 before. ANGELA. Ay ! but not like this. If I have loved it was but to study love, to learn his arts ; to make myself the queen I am, that I might have strength to win you — never before has my heart been touched. Now my arts fail me. I am a poor and simple girl ; and my eyes are aching with the sight of you, and my lips…
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…is no place for tears. Cold adamant disaster Is lord there, and I overlord. So flits-out, like a sword Flashed through a duellist’s live heart, My thought ; in all the abodes of sense, The shrines of love and art, The adytum of omnipotence, I am supreme, through thee, sweet Angela ! For all the beauties of the universe, The glories hidden in the flower’s cup, All, all that wakes the soul to worship, verse, Ripe verse, all wines, all dreams that the soft God lifts up : All these are eidola, Mere phantom will ’o the wisps, thy love the real ! The…
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…9 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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32 WHY JESUS WEPT. ANGELA. I have seen all. Pity me ! Your flattery is a sword in my heart ! SIR PERCY. Seen ? ANGELA. Your love — you call it so ! SIR PERCY. Have you, then — ANGELA. I saw all. Ah me ! Poor Angela ! SIR PERCY. Angela is your name ? ANGELA. My name. SIR PERCY. A lovely name. No doubt your disposition runs parallel. ANGELA. Meets never ? You are no courtier, sir ! SIR PERCY. Do not say ‘ sir ! ’ ANGELA. What shall I say ! Oh leave me ! I am ashamed.
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…rror The generalised concept, limn clear England, a memory clean of error, A royal reason to be here. Therefore no reminiscence stirs My heart of when I lived in Kandy. Europe’s the focus now ! that blurs The picture of my Buddhist dandy, Allan, who broke his wand of flame,
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…a gentleman ! Sir Percival ! Would God I were dead too ! If he had lived — thank God he died ! Sir Percy, Lend me your pistol ; here’s a heart to hit ! Sir Percy descends, after taking farewell of Angela, and appears again on horse- back among his men. SIR PERCY. Arnold and Ritson, tend the wounded man ! To breakfast, gentlemen ! Looks up. Farewell ! ANGELA, waves her handkerchief and throws a kiss. Farewell ! Exeunt.
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… ! shame ! shame ! Tell me you have not read it, Sir Percy ! SIR PERCY. Some I did read — How know you my name ? ANGELA. I read it in my heart. O but I am ashamed to speak to you ! Or would be were not that name as a brand to blot out all feeling from me for 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 beau…
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…e from fear, The ice from fire. Not here — O God ! I would I were dead Under the sod ! My brain is as lead. My thoughts are as smoke. My heart is a fire ; I know not what fuel Is feeding its fury ! In vain I invoke The Lord of Desire ! He is evil and cruel. The spells of Jewry Are poured in his ear In vain : he may hear not. O would I were dumb ! For the pestilent fever That bites my blood Forces like fear These babblings : I near not The secret, nor come To my purpose for ever. A turbulent flood
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WHY JESUS WEPT 11 In my ear, in my heart ! Here on the summit The air is too thin. Wild as the winds Let me ride ! Let me start Over the plains ; For here my brain’s Numb, it is dumb, it Is torn by this passion. Down ! Eagle-fashion Drive to the level ! Teeth ! you may gnash on ! My body’s anguish Is help to my soul. Hail to the revel ! The dance of the devil, The rhythms that languish, The rhymes that roll ! Down like the swine Of the gross Gadarene In a maddening march From the snow to the rock, From the rock to the pine, From the pine to the…
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… 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, the Marquis of Glenstrae, in his fur coat. The occup…
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…d this ! A cruel fool am I ; I took an honied kiss ; I revelled in pure bliss ; Yet never thought to try A keepsake to obtain To wear my heart upon. Now God is great and gracious ; Here’s medicine for my pain. She has left it ; she has gone ! How sweet the air and spacious !
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…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 see. Turns to his books. SCENE V SIR PERCY PERCIVALE, on Wastwater. God, I have rowed ! My hands are one blister ; By arms are one ache ; But my brain is a fire, As erst on the fell, In the hall ; let me dive To the under-abode, Where the sweet-voiced sister
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… 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 get gladness of the royal force
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…vil and all his angels. While נחש and משיח alike add to 358, indeed, it is no odds : did you once see this you were not far off from the Heart of the Qabalah. The occasion of this letter is the insertion of a scene equi- valent to an “ appreciation of the Brixton Chapel ” in my masterpiece “ Why Jesus Wept.” You asked me for it ;
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…of Hell ! Sir Percy Percivale, Here is a strumpet. Ha ! have you a sword ? Enough. I am dressed. I am lovely, have communed With my dark heart : I see my way to it : — Oh joy ! joy ! joy ! — Hortense, these candles out ! The maid blows out the mirror candles. I will go down. Prepare my scented paper, My rosy wax against my coming here — When, girl ? I’ th’ morn, i’ th’ morn ! When else ? I’d write. She goes out, with a set smile on her face, yet a gleam of real laughter beneath it.