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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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…e ex- pressed 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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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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…re, 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 ! (She bends caressingly over the arm of Sir Percy de Percivale, and stabs it …
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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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…such ! Drinks 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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… good news 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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…ng 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 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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…ver 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.