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26 WHY JESUS 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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…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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…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, Percy — dare I call you Percy ? SIR PERCY. If I may call you Angela.
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…the pine, From the pine to the larch, From the tree to the green ! He leaps down, then pauses. O Devil ! to mock With echo the roar Of a young boy’s spirit !
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…y 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 night by falling into a barrel of boiling sulphuric acid. SIR HERPES Z. How so ? SIR GRABSON J. It was her bath-night. SIR HERPES Z. An ! enamel ! But why did it hurt her ? SIR GRABS…
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… truth The constant story of the eternal struggle Of age and sense with flatulence and youth. Now — see the venal poet start to juggle ! Young ladies, you desire to see a comedy ! The poet’s master pen shall twist the river Of song into a simple to-and-from eddy. And you shall laugh where once you feared to shiver. So listen to the happy termination Of this apparently so sad relation ! Twill suit your rosy dreams to admiration ! But, be the gatepost witness ! it is rot. Still, if I hide my face with due decorum Behind a silken kerchief in the f…
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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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…you shall come with me. We are — neighbours, are we not ? You shall come to my castle, I say ; there I will prepare all for you and your young bride : my chaplain shall marry you at midnight ; my name and power shall shield you from all mischance. SIR PERCY. I am my own master. ANGELA. You think so ? They have kept if from you, but you have a guardian : ask him if you may marry a mere country lass — and you now not yet seventeen.
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…the Holy Ghost, don’t you think so, my dear ? and I hear they’re to be received into fellowship next Lord’s Day. II AGÉD SISTER, do. The young people are interested in one anotherI, are they not ? I AGÉD SISTER, do. Yes ! it’s all very dear and blesséd. But hush ! how beauti- fully Mr. Worcester is expounding about Barabbas ! MR. G. K. CHESTERTON, 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 …
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… learn ! But otherwise ; gird on thine armour for thy Christ, o champion of the dying faith in a man dead ! Arm ! arm, and out ; for the young warrior of a new religion is upon thee ; and his number is the number of a man. אלהיסטהרהקרעולהי I. “ I promise Mr. Chesterton / A grand ap-pre-ci-a-ti-on / Of Brixton on Ascen- sion Day ”. The Sword of Song.
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… ? Ay, for I grant the aged diplomat His truth — the truth for him ! To me she is The rosy incarnation of a kiss, The royal rapture of a young delight, The mazy music of virginity, Sun of the day, moon of the night, All, all to me ! Angela, angel ! Thou hast made me man, And poet over-man ! To thee, To thee I owe transfiguration, peace, The wide dominion of the wan Abyss of air. I can look out and see Beyond the stars, black seas Wherein no star may swim, Thence, far beyond the vast revolving spheres
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…e pale goddess blooded to the human, Artemis rosy like Hippolyta ! Ay, my lord, were it true, your liar’s lore, (Oh blasphemy !) were my young love an whore, An hag of sixty ; I were greater so. He who doth know And fears and hates, Is not as he who cares not, but creates A royal crown from an old bonnet string, A maiden from a strumpet : that is to be like God, Who from all chaos, from the husks of matter, Crusts shed off putrefaction, shakes a wing And flies ; bids flowers spring from the dull black sod, Is not the scientist to shatter Beauty…
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6 WHY JESUS WEPT. The courteous eld, the agéd seneschal. On bended knee “ Sir Percy ! ” he doth call To the young boy, and voweth service true. Whereat he started, spurning at the thrall ; But then the orphan truth he inward knew, And on the iron ground his sobbing body threw. It was a weary while before they raised him. Boy as he was, none dare disturb his grief. And for his grief was strong, they loved and praised him For son’s devotion to their dear dead chief. Long, long he wept, nor brought with tears relief. He knew the loss, the old head…