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…hind, and for this reason not previously observed by the vigilant eye of the reader, are Sir Percy Percivale and Molly Tyson. Near the ‘ Lord’s Table ’ a brother is standing and praying ; he intersperses his prayer with repeated ‘ you know’s, like the Cairene bore in Marryat’s novel. I AGÉD SISTER, sotto voce. Yes ! it’s all so blesséd and romantic, my dear, thank the Lord ! They were both brought to Jesus on one night, Ascen- sion Day, as the poor PaganI bodies call it, through the minis- tration of Mr. Hogwash, the Baptist minister at Brixton…
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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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… soon lose their power — there, 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 wi…
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14 WHY JESUS WEPT. His dreams are made of ! Aye ! I shall endure ! I am destined Lord of many magic wills. Another Rosencreutz another order Founds — to a better end than his, be sure ! Away ! away, my lad ! and o’er the border I shall get myself a buxom bride, And ride — ride — ride ! He rises. Ride to the blacksmith at Gretna Green, Kiss a fair lady and find her a queen ! O a Queen, for certain ! It is I that ride, Ride in my youth and pride. With a long sword girt to my waist, And a strawberry mare sweet-paced, And a long night with no moon,…
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…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. For me, my angel, get this prescription filled.
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… good girl ! ANGELA. I hate her. SIR PERCY. Buy yourself a pretty hat ! Forget my pretty speeches ! Flings his purse down. CARRUTHERS. O Lord Christ ! In one short day — he was 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 ha…
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…JESUS WEPT. I am to do some business—aha ! 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…
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…od ! 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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…ndy ! 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 address me again !
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…ld 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 ? Oh, sir, have pity ! GLENSTRAE. A bargain’s a bargain — but there ! there ! — what are you growling at ? A thousand a year and a fl…
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…r felt better in my life. The devil take my trouble now ! I shall go out and conquer the whole world. I shall be the great magician, the Lord of the Stars. I have it in me to write 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 calle…
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WHY JESUS WEPT 3 That Crowley, ever versatile And lord of many a new bad style Should still in’s gun have one more cartridge, And who Ixtaccihuatl’s smart ridge Achieved should still be full of mettle To go up Popocatapetl. As song then chills or aches or burns, The metre shall slew round by turns. The gross and bestial demand prose. (Glance at the page, lass, stop your nose, And turn to where short lines proclaim That purity has won the game !) But stow your prudery, wives and mothers, You know as much muck as — those others ! Your modest home…
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…oing well. After the — ah — event we all deplored so, he entered the Benedictines at Fort Augus- tus ; and to-morrow they install him as Lord Abbot.
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… I never see your pale pasty face again ! [She spits at him and goes.) 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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… dear, of the wonderful workings of the Holy Ghost, don’t you think so, my dear ? and I hear they’re to be received into fellowship next Lord’s Day. II AGÉD SISTER, do. The young people are interested in one anotherI, are they not ? I AGÉD SISTER, do. Yes ! it’s all very dear and blesséd. But hush ! how beauti- fully Mr. Worcester is expounding about Barabbas ! MR. G. K. CHESTERTON, do. This scene is all description and no drama, and ought to satisfy Mr. Bernard Shaw’s idea of a dramatic scene. (The beau- tiful woman gets up and goes. The poet …
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…st my 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 fa…
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…ouths, 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 vicious, The sans repro…
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…k, idle, grim, Full of black joys and shadowy unspoken fears, Wherein I am master. There 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…
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WHY JESUS WEPT 55 Thou chaste pale goddess blooded to the human, Artemis rosy like Hippolyta ! Ay, my lord, were it true, your liar’s lore, (Oh blasphemy !) were my young love an whore, An hag of sixty ; I were greater so. He who doth know And fears and hates, Is not as he who cares not, but creates A royal crown from an old bonnet string, A maiden from a strumpet : that is to be like God, Who from all chaos, from the husks of matter, Crusts shed off putrefaction, shakes a wing And flies ; bids flowers spring from the dull black sod, Is not the…
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…ger eye, aware Of misery occult in youth, awake At the first touch of the diviner air Of manhood, that could bane and blessing make, The Lord of Life and Death, the secret of the Snake. The snake of Egypt hath a body twin ; It hath bright wings wherewith it well can fly ; It is of virtue and of bitter sin ; It beareth strength and beauty in its eye ; Beneath its tongue are Hate and Misery ; Love in its coils is hidden, and its nature Is double everyway ; dost wonder why The poet worships every scaléd feature, And holds him lordliest yet of ever…