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…. 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. Can I use this woman, I wonder ?
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…, for there is no Angela that loves me. (A sound of sobbing in the trees.) Whom have we here ? (Advances.) ’Fore God, the most beautiful woman in the world, except my Molly ! And her scent ! O she is like some intimate tro- pical plant, luring and deadly ! — I am afraid. (He discovers Angela.) Madam, can I aid you ? ANGELA. Leave me ! Leave me ! I am the wretchedest girl on the wide earth. SIR PERCY. The comeliest, mademoiselle. (Aside.) O see this is a woman of the world. To her with speeches fit for such then.
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… in a little while And come 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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… ? 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 you — for an hour — take me away. I am in terrible trouble of body and soul — danger, misery.
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…AE. 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 footman. Wait ! (To Sir Percy.) would you tell her so ? SIR PERCY.…
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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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…RTON, do. This scene is all description and no drama, and ought to satisfy Mr. Bernard Shaw’s idea of a dramatic scene. (The beau- tiful woman gets up and goes. The poet hastily follows her out.) SCENE XIV TEN MONTHS LATER Sir Percy de Percivale’s Ancestral Hall. SIR HERPES ZOSTER, M.D. SIR GRABSON JABBS, Q.C. SIR HERPES Z. Yes, indeed, a most fortunate event. The children weigh 46 lbs between the three of them. All boys ! I. Godly for “ are in love with one another ”.
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… chaos ! Breathe, breathe deep ! Dear heart of gold, beat slowly in soft sleep ! Her lover watches over Angela. Angela ! O thou wondrous woman,
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16 WHY JESUS WEPT. Of armed insistence against my restraint. What is worth while, though, to a woman found Fragrant and fearful to a host of men 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,…
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…nobility at lunch. In front of the board, around the table, are several dear old ladies and gentlemen, a beautiful, overdressed, languid woman, some oilily lousy, lop- eared, leprous, lack-brained, utterly loathsome tradespeople who gurgle and grin, and a sprinkling of horny-handed sons of toil, very shiny. Above, with an olive-branch in one hand and a copy of the ‘ Daily News ’ in the other, floats Mr. G. K. Chesterton in the position Padmasana, singing ‘ Beneath the Cross of Jesus ’ with one voice, and attempting ‘ God save the Queen ! ’ with…