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WHY JESUS WEPT 37 ANGELA, aside. O 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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80 WHY JESUS WEPT Farewell ! A poet begs your alms, Will walk awhile among the palms. An honest love, a loyal kiss, Can show him better worlds than this ; Nor will he come again to yours While he knows champak-stars from sewers.
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…d 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 doctors never catch up with the coiffeurs ? GHREUMOCH, coming forward, as he sees them go. Th…
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…ns of gingerbread ; they are the flatulence of calf-sickness. I thought I had taught the boy more sense. He weakens, and I weary. As you will, my Lady Glenstrae ! Hortense ! (Hortense enters with a glass of brandy.) Brandy ! HORTENSE. Here, milady. ANGELA. Not enough, you she-devil. More ! More ! Exit. Angela falls back to sleep. SCENE XI Paris. ANGELA, LORD and LADY GLENSTRAE, SIR PERCY DE PERCIVALE. ANGELA. You will not believe what I tell you ? These friends will tell you what I mean, and if I mean it ! You had your dis- missal this morning.…
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… master : I, the lord of Greece : I the bright Deva of the golden sphere ; I the swift spirit of the primal fire : — All these I am, not will be. O blind ape ! All these are shapeless ; thou art but a shape, A blind, bad-blooded bat ! Ugh ! Ugh ! The snake Wriggling to death amid his burning brake Is wiser, holier, lordlier. Open, page Of the old Rabbi ! tell me of the mage ; Of him who would ; of him who dared and did ; Of him who feared and failed ; of him who fell ; One peering lightwards through a coffin-lid, One aching heavenwards — and ac…
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WHY JESUS WEPT 23 Ye hopes of delusion ! Mage, I will trounce thee ! Sage, to confusion ! Problems to solve ? Here is my life ! My secret is told — What is your name, O fairest of women ? Bosom of gold ! Faultless your fame ! An aeon were shame Your beauty to hymn in ! Will you be mine, Mine and mine only ? Beauty divine, How I was lonely ! How I was mad ! Say, are you glad, Glad of me, happy here, Here in my arms ? I kiss you, I kiss you ! Say, is it bliss, you Spirit of holiness ? Holy I hold you ! Swift as a rapier Stabbed me your charms, Br…
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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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…od ! 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 the F.Z.S. ; but this knight- hood ? SIR …
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…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 before. ANGELA. Ay ! but not like this. If I have loved it was but to study love, to learn his arts ; t…
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… Even yet ? they throng me, hunt me ! Why should I Do this unutterable wickedness ? Because that Moina Marjoribanks grins and boasts She will achieve him ? Angela, not so ! For its own sweet, most damnable sake, say yes ! Look to those cheeks, redress the red-gold hair, Awake the giant wit, the master sin That is, for an apple’s sake, Lord of us all : These shall despoil her ; these shall ruin him. Yes, I shall clutch him to these sagging breasts Stained, bruised, — enough ! — and take his life in mine — Ugh ! pleasure of Hell ! Sir Percy Perci…
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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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…ations, though of course he has not been brought out of sect2 as yet. II AGÉD SISTER, do. Dear ! Dear ! Very sad ! Perhaps the dear Lord will open his eyes. (The praying brother sits down suddenly, satisfied with himself.) A HORNY-HANDED BROTHER, who rises grunting, as if the action were painful or unfamiliar. Matthew Twenty-fourth and Forty-third and he said unto them : Whither of the twins will ye that I deliver unto you, Barabbas, or Djeesas that is cawled Croist ? Deer Bro- theren — (But let him expound it to himself while we listen to the …
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…ledge the notable part your ladyship played in the conception of this masterpiece by the insertion of as much of your name as my lawyers will permit me. I am your ladyship’s most humble and obedient servant, ALEISTER CROWLEY.
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… Baird. The laws calls this abduction. ANGELA. Pish ! the law ! Go, my dear (Whispers) husband — ah ! how proud you look ! Come when you will ! CARRUTHERS. Sir Percy Percivale ! I stand here in your dear dead father’s name. ANGELA. You stand here, Percy, for yourself — and me. CARRUTHERS. Come down ; I am your guardian. Know this ! Without me you do nought, say nought, spend nought. Obey me ! SIR PERCY. Silence, sir, I am your master. Whatever powers my father may have given To you, there’s one that I inherit from him ; Namely, to tame the inso…
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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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…— a very pleasant remind- er. Shall we sup ? ANGELA. Yes ; a magnum of Pol Roger, ’84 — GLENSTRAE. With a dash of brandy in it — ANGELA. Will clothe our old loves in a halo of romance again. 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…
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… 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 ? Love, …
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…go away into service — oh ! oh ! GLENSTRAE. And so you shall, my dear, so you shall. Come and live with my wife as her companion, and we will try and find your lover for you. No doubt the arts of this — er — designing
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…ds 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 and fortune can serve you — there, there …
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52 WHY JESUS 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 br…