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WHY JESUS WEPT 75 SIR HERPES Z. What ? And he a Highlander ? SIR GRABSON J. It seems that was a mere disguise ; his true name was Johann Schmidt. SIR HERPES Z. So ? Why the deception ? SIR GRABSON J. A Jesuit, no doubt ! But about Lady Percivale now ? SIR HERPES Z. Better and better. Old Farmer Tyson, luckily enough, as it turned out, insisted on examination; and no less than twenty-three skilled surgeons — all men of note ! — declared her to be virgo intacta. SIR GRABSON J. Eh ? What ? SIR HERPES Z. You see, Englishmen — ah ! SIR GRABSON J. Er…
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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 77 SIR HERPES Z. But how does this bear on the case ? SIR GRABSON J. Dying without issue, he has left all to Sir Percy here ; the King (cheers from large but unseen body of retainers, who have been eaves- dropping), moreover, unwilling that the Marquisate should die out, will bestow it on the same lucky young fellow. SIR HERPES Z. This is marvellous news ! SIR GRABSON J. Again, Lady Baird has just perished in awful agony. Having suffered for twenty years from a hideous and incu- rable disease, she brought matters to a climax last…
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74 WHY JESUS WEPT SIR GRABSON J. Good ! Good ! No chance of heirs failing — ha ! 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…
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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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76 WHY JESUS WEPT SIR GRABSON J. Er — ah ! As Whistler said, “ You put out your arm, and you hit three ” —eh ? SIR HERPES Z. Probably. At least the anatomical detail is certain. Here is a ph — SIR GRABSON J. Tush, tush, old friend, I can take your word for it. SIR HERPES Z. You have some 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 ho…
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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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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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66 WHY 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, …
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…ust 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 poor girl of the dale. SIR PERCY. Your voice is like an empress — no, a nightingale. You do not …
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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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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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…ESUS 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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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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WHY JESUS WEPT 17 SCENE V To CARRUTHERS, in the Office of SIR PERCY’S Ancestral Hall enter GREUMOCH. GREUMOCH. Ay, sir. The laddie’s in the thick o’t ! Weel ! She’ll be off tae th’ muir, a’m thinking, sin’ the dee. CARRUTHERS. He goes to solitude ? GREUMOCH. Weel, weel, sir, na ! She wadna say the laddie wad gang yon. CARRUTHERS, smiling. He is ever alone ? GREUMOCH. Oo ay, sir, by his lanes. CARRUTHERS. Go now, and tell me ever of his doings. Exit Greumoch. The hour is nigh, but when that hour may strike
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…true 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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… again — 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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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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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. ....…