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… ! 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 buy souls, Of if I had not sold mine ! Quick bargain, God ! Hell catch the jade ! Blister her fat red cheeks ! Rot her snub nose ! Poison devour her guts ! Wither her fresh clean face with old grey scabs, And venomous ulcers gnaw the baby breasts ! Vermin upon her ! Infamous drab ! Gr ! Gr ! I would I had her home to torture her. I would di…
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…utterly wretched ! Ah, there is aye hope left ! — For see, they part ! SIR PERCY. Ah, love, at moonrise ! MOLLY. At my door ! SIR PERCY. Hell belch Its monsters one by one to stop the way ! I would be there. ANGELA. Christ ! he shall not be there ! MOLLY. Farewell ! SIR PERCY. O fairest, fare thee well ! MOLLY. Farewell ! Angela draws nearer, yet remains concealed. SIR PERCY. O but the moon is laggard ! MOLLY. Hard it is !
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…ike young rain. ANGELA. The slobbery kisses of virginity. He shall soon know these calculated, keen, Intense, important kisses, — mine ! Hell’s worm ! MOLLY. Yes, do not leave me. Let us away now ! No, I must tell them, fetch my —
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…love you, love you so, my love, my love. MOLLY. How I love you ! Oh, kiss me again ! SIR PERCY. Yet you were best to go. This bites like Hell’s worst agony. ANGELA. Amen ! MOLLY. God be with you ! SIR PERCY. Till we meet again. MOLLY. At moonrise. SIR PERCY. At your door. ANGELA. At moonset he shall crawl away from mine. The dog ! I hate him ! So much the more sure
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WHY JESUS WEPT 39 SIR PERCY. What of this chaplain ? ANGELA. What of your guardian ? SIR PERCY. Curses of hell ! ANGELA. Hush ! hush ! sweet words must come from such sweet lips. SIR PERCY. What shall I do ? ANGELA. You leave your fate already in my hands ? Nay, but once married, you’ll be master then ! SIR PERCY. Shame, sweetheart ! ANGELA. You have the strength of mind to defy convention : we dine together : we — O love, how dare you look such looks as these ? — At moonset ride you back, and none the wiser. This always : for did we marry, the…
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… age of the sage ! Ah ! all these sting Through me — this rage Is the strength of my blood, The heat of my body, The birth of my wit. To hell with the flood Of words ! Were I God, he Had made me as fit For all things as now, But added a brow Cool — O how cool ! Fool ! Fool ! Fool ! With a terrible laugh he springs out of sight down the crags. SCENE III SIR PERCY PERCIVALE, in the Hall. O the gloom of these distasteful tomes ! The horror of the secrets here discovered ! Wake, ye salamandrines ; sleep, ye gnomes ! Were those the sylphs that round…
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… — Are vain as the world, As all of the stars. This mystery’s nought. But for cold ! The lake Is hot as the curled Flames at the bars Of Hell ; it is wrought Of fire : what shall slake This terrible thirst, This Torment accurst ? He looks into the water. Yet, in my face As I gaze on the water Is something calmer. What if the king Of the Screes should see me,
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… ert Or inert as may be ; it can’t the lucky deaf hurt.) SCENE II SIR PERCY PERCIVALE, on a mountain summit. No higher ? No higher ? All hell is my portion. My mouth is as fire ; My thought an abortion. This is the summit ?
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…s sake. I must bid all ye matrons fond farewell, Knowing your inmost thoughts ; that, had ye dared, Ye would be just as far en route for hell As Angela, the gentle Lady 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…
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… Sir Percival de Percivale was brave. There doth he sit and little cheer doth get. He doth not moan or laugh aloud or rave ! The dogs of hell are not upon him yet.
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…ther ; 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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… ruin him. Yes, I shall clutch him to these sagging breasts Stained, bruised, — enough ! — and take his life in mine — Ugh ! pleasure 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, …
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…d ; Of him who feared and failed ; of him who fell ; One peering lightwards through a coffin-lid, One aching heavenwards — and achieving hell ! O let me do and die as they ! The wand, The lamp, the sword, come eager to my hand ; — Or, if I wander now upon the moor, An old red-hatted witch will come, for sure, And teach me how the dragon deeds are done, Or truck my spirit to the Evil One ; Or else, — I wot not what. I am drunk with will, Will toward some destiny most high, most holy ! Some of those glories sung with awful skill By the loud brabb…