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WHY JESUS WEPT 65 CHEMIST. I am afraid, sir, it is marked ‘ once only ’. THE MAN. You won’t ? O if you knew what I suffer ! I will pay you double. CHEMIST. I’m afraid not, sir. You may try elsewhere. THE MAN. O God O God ! (Goes out. To him enter on the pavement a bedrag- gled female). THE WOMAN. Come home, ducky, won’t you ? THE MAN. O God ! O God ! I cannot bear it any longer. It is the last I have. (He fumbles awhile inside his coat.) THE WOMAN, catching hold of him. Come, stand me a glass of wine, there’s a dear. THE MAN. Ah ! that is well.…
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… CARRUTHERS, GREUMOCH, MOLLY, and retainers on horseback enter LADY BAIRD and SIR PERCY PER- CIVALE on the battlements. CARRUTHERS. Be a man, Greumoch boy, be a man ! GREUMOCH. Sir, did she’ll no be thinking ye were greeting yersel’, mon, she’ll could find it in her heert to whang ye, whateffer. ANGELA. You are early hunting, gentlemen. Come in ! My steward shall serve somewhat. Sees Molly. Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! You bring a lady, then, Carruthers ! CARRUTHERS. Madam ! Give me that boy ! ANGELA. You fool, you are too late ! This is a man.
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… 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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…hus far, thou also ! Somewhat shall thou learn ! But otherwise ; gird on thine armour for thy Christ, o champion of the dying faith in a man dead ! Arm ! arm, and out ; for the young warrior of a new religion is upon thee ; and his number is the number of a man. אלהיסטהרהקרעולהי I. “ I promise Mr. Chesterton / A grand ap-pre-ci-a-ti-on / Of Brixton on Ascen- sion Day ”. The Sword of Song.
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…till 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 get gladness …
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… 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 mazy music of virginity, Sun of the day, moon of the night, All, all to me ! Angela, angel ! Thou hast made me man, And poet over-man ! To thee, To thee I …
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…acta as any other mother : (2) The English law, cognisant of the dilemma set forth above, permits the use of a poker in the relations of man and wife : (3) If God’s Grace can break a habit, it can surely rupture a hymen.
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…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 handkerchief and throws a kiss. Farewell ! Exeunt.
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…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 crying for ? MOLLY. O sir ! GLENSTRAE. I am the Marquis of Glenstrae, my pretty wench. If my name …
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… ! 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 night ! How soft she breathes ! How ten…
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…. 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 footman. Wait ! (To Sir Percy.) would you tell her so ? SIR PERCY. I…
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…! But a word in your ear. This morphia ? SIR HERPES Z. Not a sign of relapse, old friend, and never will be now. Sir Percy is as sound a man as lives in England — I took four other opinions. SIR GRABSON J. None as weighty as your own ! SIR HERPES Z. You are polite, very polite. Where is Carruthers ? SIR GRABSON J. He is away to Windsor — the King (they beat their foreheads eightyseven times upon the ground) knights him to-day. SIR HERPES Z. I knew he had the O.M. and the F.Z.S. ; but this knight- hood ? SIR GRABSON J. He has taken up political …
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… ky-bosh on Jesus Christ. I sing a tale of modern life (Suited for reading to my wife) Of how Sir Percy Percivale Grew from a boy into a man ; Well ware of every metric plan A bard may dream, a rhymester scrawl, Avoiding with deliberate “ Damn ! ” (Ut supra) In Memoriam ; For such suggestion would suffice To turn your blood to smoke or ice, Dismissing with a hearty curse Eunuch psychology, pimp verse. Moreover, lest my metre move From year to year in one dull groove, Invention, hear me ! Strange device Hatch from this egg a cocatrice Of novel s…
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…-browned horsemen lashing, crying ; Urging their weary steeds ? Half-dying The beasts bend bitter to the storm’s Assault : they hunt ? A man, be sure ! These figures touch my soul with fear. What of my love ? These caitiffs chase him, May be. Who rides ? I’ll catch his bridle,
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…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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WHY JESUS WEPT 5 He was the bravest soul man ever met In court or camp or solitude — then why Stands his pale forehead in an icy sweat ? He mutters in his beard this rune awry : “ There lives no soul undrugged that feareth not to die.” Lo ! were it otherwise, mere banishment, I deem he had feared more ! He had an heir. This was a boy of strength with ardour blent, High hope embowered in a body fair. Him had he watched with eager eye, aware Of misery occult in youth, awake At the first touch of the diviner air Of manhood, that could bane and ble…
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… 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 (Mr. Chesterton executes the cake-walk), who they say is a good man, and very much blessed of the dear Lord, my dear, in his ministrations, though of course he has not been brought out of sect2 as yet. II A…