Collected Works (Vol. III)

WHY JESUS WEPT 31 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— SiR PERCY, No! Nothing is necessary unto love, Not even light. In chaos love were well. I love you, love you so, my love, my love. No! No! MOLLY, HIow I love you! Oh, kiss me again ! Str PERCY. Yet you were best to go. This bites like Ilell’s worst agony. ANGELA. Amen ! MOLLY: God be with you! Sirk PERCY. Till we meet again. MOLLY. At moonrise. Sirk PERCY. At your door. ANGELA, At moonset he shall crawl away from mine. The dog! YThate him ! So much the more SUTC To have him, Damnthem! 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! Sirk PERCY. Molly! Molly! MOLLY. Dear boy, how I love you ! SiR PERCY. And I you, sweetheart. MOLLY. Good-bye, then ! Str PERCY. Good-bye! Good-bye! At moonrise, MOLLY. At my door. ANGELA, Setter write it down, and then you won't forget. Stk 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. LHventually SiR PERCY PERCIVALE ¢ears himself away, MOLLY disappears, and Str PERCY goes sorrowfully back to hits boat, which he now maneuvyres to the landing stage,