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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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WHY JESUS WEPT 29 To have him. Damn 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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32 WHY JESUS WEPT. ANGELA. I have seen all. Pity me ! Your flattery is a sword in my heart ! SIR PERCY. Seen ? ANGELA. Your love — you call it so ! SIR PERCY. Have you, then — ANGELA. I saw all. Ah me ! Poor Angela ! SIR PERCY. Angela is your name ? ANGELA. My name. SIR PERCY. A lovely name. No doubt your disposition runs parallel. ANGELA. Meets never ? You are no courtier, sir ! SIR PERCY. Do not say ‘ sir ! ’ ANGELA. What shall I say ! Oh leave me ! I am ashamed.
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WHY JESUS WEPT 35 SIR PERCY. And you—how old are you ? ANGELA. That is a rude, rude boy ! SIR PERCY. Oh, I am so sorry, I forgot. ANGELA. I will tell you, though. I am all but twenty-two ! SIR PERCY. That is young yet. ANGELA. Ah, in your eyes I see sadness—I breathe ; I hope. Think deeply in yourself, if you love this girl ! I am older than you, to be sure ; but not so much. May be you would find my love a better thing than you think ! Do I perspire now ? Do my cheeks run down nasty wet tears ? Is my love a monotonous harping on one word ? Lov…
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…in — to Paris, said you, sweet ? CARRUTHERS. Leave your mad chatter with that ghastly hag ! You fool, the woman is sixty if an hour. SIR 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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48 WHY JESUS WEPT. SIR PERCY, aside. O that were devilish — she’s a 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 ! …
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WHY JESUS WEPT 33 SIR PERCY, very pale. Is this your writing ? ANGELA. Oh shame ! shame ! shame ! Tell me you have not read it, Sir Percy ! SIR PERCY. Some I did read — How know you my name ? ANGELA. I read it in my heart. O but I am ashamed to speak to you ! Or would be were not that name as a brand to blot out all feeling from me for evermore. SIR PERCY aside. How she speaks ! It is indeed an angel singing. (Aloud.) Indeed, I read too far. ANGELA. Pity me ! SIR PERCY. Dear lady, the joy to know, and so perfectly to express such love is enough…
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… WEPT. Break those young teeth 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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WHY JESUS WEPT 43 Plough with his heifer, learn his riddle. Enter Carruthers, riding madly, crying “ Sir Percy ! Sir Percy ! ” 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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28 WHY JESUS WEPT. SIR PERCY. 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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36 WHY JESUS WEPT. ANGELA. Love, Percy (she lays one hand on his shoulder and looks deeply in his eyes), is wit, and laughter, and wisdom ; all of love, and in it ; but love without these is a mawkish, moonish distemper of folly — and will pass. I shall not pass, my love ! — Ah ! you feel my breath upon your face ! SIR PERCY. Yes — do not ! ANGELA. I shall do so — you dare not move away from me ! I have you ? No ! Ah, Percy, Percy, will you break a heart that only beats for you ? SIR PERCY. You woo so well that I think you must have loved befor…
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… apothecary ! Thy drugs are — expensive, but well worth the money. (Aloud) Nay ! but I will go. You have shamed me enough. Go ! Go ! SIR PERCY. Nay ! I know better of a sudden. It is you that I love ! He would kiss her. She draws away. ANGELA. False, fickle wretch ! SIR PERCY. I will ! I will ! ANGELA. No ! No ! SIR PERCY. Yes, I was a fool, an ass, a brute. A village girl ! ANGELA. Blood will have blood, they say. SIR PERCY. You are my equal, Angela ! You shall be mine, mine, mine ! ANGELA. If I will not ?
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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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30 WHY JESUS WEPT. SIR PERCY. One kiss for good-bye. MOLLY. Good-bye. Slowly retires, looking over her shoulder. They run back to meet each other, and embrace anew for some minutes. Eventually Sir Percy Percivale tears himself away, Molly disappears, and Sir Percy goes sorrowfully back to his boat, which he now manoeuvres to the landing stage. ANGELA. Now let him find it ! This will puzzle him. When Limburger replaces Patchouli, Why — moonrise ! Sir Percy, radiant, reaches the landing stage, moors his boat and mounts. He sees a pink note on the…
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56 WHY JESUS WEPT. ANGELA. Ah, Percy, bend you over me ! Bend deep ! Kiss my own eyelids out of tender sleep Into exasperate love ! Bend close ! Fill me, thy golden rose, With dew of thy dear kisses ! SIR PERCY. Ay, again ! Love, love, these raptures are like springtide rain Nesting among green leaves. ANGELA. The Lady of Love weaves Fresh nets of gossamer for thee and me. O take not back thy lips, even to sing ! SIR PERCY. Come, rich, come overrolling ecstasy ! I am like to die with joy of everything. ANGELA. Die, then, and kiss me dead ! SIR …
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40 WHY JESUS WEPT. SIR PERCY. But this you speak of, is it not sin ? (She looks at him.) And what if it were ? ANGELA. My carriage waits — yonder. SIR PERCY. Ah come, come, come ! ANGELA. Dare I ? SIR PERCY. Dare all things ! I will this delight ; it shall be. And in five years we can marry, or my guardian will consent before. ANGELA. Come ! (They go off slowly, closely entwined, kissing and whispering.) SIR PERCY. You are faint with passion, love. You walk heavily. ANGELA. Ay, love, it is to feel your strength support me ! (Aside.) Will the do…
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WHY JESUS WEPT 59 LADY GLENSTRAE. Pull down the blinds. GLENSTRAE. 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 foo…
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38 WHY JESUS WEPT. SIR PERCY. You will. You have written more than this. ANGELA. If I must — SIR PERCY. You must. ANGELA. Ah love ! (She yields herself up to him. A long pause.) Learn my first lesson ; at these great moments of life, silence is the best. (Aside.) There is a more important one. Had that silly gowk but the wit to lead him — “ à fin — where were I now ? Not a drain on his stores, but a — Professor Spooner, in your next lecture warn the girls to go slow ; it is dangerous as well as cruel to leave a lover standing. SIR PERCY. Oh I h…
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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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… — they ask a hundred francs — oh ! it is a shame ! Buy a little syringe ; and that is Heaven for all your life. — How do you feel ? SIR PERCY. Why, I am well at once. I never 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…