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…n 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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60 WHY 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 yo…
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…and smash that gaby grin. I am 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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… ! ” You, sir, what makes your honour here ! Sir Percy ? Who then dares to face him ? CARRUTHERS. Let go my bridle, girl, I save a life. MOLLY. You hunt Sir Percy Percivale ! CARRUTHERS. To save him. MOLLY. God save all honest men from knaves like you ! Stay, though, you are his friend ? CARRUTHERS. His guardian. MOLLY. And I his promised wife. CARRUTHERS. Mad girl, be off ! MOLLY. Ay, strike me, coward !
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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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… 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 crying for ? MOLLY. O sir …
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WHY JESUS WEPT 61 SIR PERCY. O, go ! to the devil for me ! What do I care ? I am tired, I tell you. GLENSTRAE. You see, Molly, I told 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 ? …
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WHY JESUS WEPT 27 SIR PERCY. Time matters not. I am so drunk with love. MOLLY. One kiss, one kiss ! SIR PERCY. A million ! Ay, slack moon, Dull moon, haste, haste ! MOLLY. Kiss me again, again ! ANGELA. Would I had the kissing of her with vitriol ! SIR PERCY. Your kisses are like 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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…ERCY. No ! No ! No ! Nothing is necessary unto love, Not even light. In chaos love were well. I 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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…GLENSTRAE. Ha ! Ha ! We wear well, eh ? There, there ! (Opens the car- riage door.) The Carlton. (Follows and shuts door.) Sir Percy and Molly part. The effect of his last dose is worn off : clutching his prescription, he goes off with set teeth. Molly goes the other way : to her enter a theatre-goer. MOLLY. Won’t you come with me, ducky ? THEATRE-GOER. Not to-night. See you some other night.
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44 WHY JESUS WEPT. CARRUTHERS, after thinking a moment. Then, come here, behind me ! Quick, if you love him ! MOLLY. I will see him safe. What is this danger ? CARRUTHERS. Danger of your sort. She mounts. Old Tyson comes out into the open. TYSON. Eh, less, wheer off noo ? MOLLY. Father ! Father ! CARRUTHERS. Now. Spurs on the horse. TYSON. What, ye’ll abdooct my darter ? CARRUTHERS. Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! Gallops off.
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…JESUS WEPT. THE WOMAN. O God ! I am punished. 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 Mar…
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22 WHY JESUS WEPT. MOLLY. Dear me ! The young gentleman’s ill too. What a nice boy it is ! I must go and help him. Why did he call to me ? (Goes back.) I was afraid — Yes, but I must go. Something calls me. Is anything the matter, sir ? (He does not answer. She lifts his head to her lap.) How pale he is ! Poor boy ! Shall I run to the Hall and get help, I wonder ? (Puts him gently down and half rises. His eyes open.) SIR PERCY. Oh ! I am but a coward. I am not ill, I was awake. I let you hold me. Forgive me ! MOLLY. Forgive you, sir ? I am a po…
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WHY JESUS WEPT 45 SCENE VIII Dawn. Outside Castle Baird. To 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…
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…IR PERCY. My answer to my promised bride is this. He kisses her. So, sir ! To you, this to remember by. He shoots Carruthers in the leg. MOLLY. Oh, Percy, Percy, am I not your love ? SIR PERCY. I am sorry, heartily, Miss Tyson. MOLLY. O ! SIR PERCY. I did indeed speak foolishly. ANGELA, aside. Your purse !
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…re ! She has had to be, ah ! — er — under treatment. ANGELA. Dear, dear, how very sad ! Hullo ! Look here on this picture and on that ! (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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62 WHY JESUS WEPT. MOLLY. Must it be now ? GLENSTRAE. Much better now. There, 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 ! (S…
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…t, Eternity moulded In form of your kiss ! That were the rest I have sought for, the bliss I have ached to obtain : — Ah ! it was pain ! MOLLY. Ay ! sir, but can you love me ? Me, poor girl ! SIR PERCY. Love you ? Ah, Christ ! I love you so ! Say you love me, love me ! Say so ! Again ! Again ! Aloud ! I must hear, or I shall die. MOLLY. I love you. Oh, you hurt me, you do indeed.
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… weel, it’s an ill warld after a’ ! Greumoch wad be slow wi’ sic ill news, an’ she wull maun haste. Weel, weel ! Exit hastily. SCENE VII MOLLY, outside Tyson’s Cottage. Moonrise. MOLLY TYSON. O there is edged the waning moon Out of the hollow of Sty Head Pass ! Gable is grander for the gloom. Lingmell is silver ! Ah, the bloom Of the rose of night ; oh, dulcet tune Of the dew falling on the grass ! I am the veritable Queen Of Night : my king is hither bound. A moment and he comes — oh, breast ! Heave if thou wilt ! — such stir is rest. He comes…
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…WEPT. female will 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 s…