Collected Works (Vol. III)

WHY JESUS WEPT 37 MOLLY. Father! Father! CARRUTHERS. Now. [Spurs on the horse. TYSON. What, ye’ll abdooct my darter? CARRUTHERS. Ha! Ha! Hla! [GCallops off. SCENE VIII. Dawn. Outside Castle Baird. To Car- RUTHERS, GREUMOCH, MOLLY, and retainers on horseback enter LADY BAIRD and SIR PERCY PERCIVALE om the battlements. CARRUTHERS. Be a man, Greumoch boy, be a man ! GREUMOCH. Sir, did she’ll no be thinking ye were greeting yersei’, mon, she'll could find it in her heert to whang ye, whateffer. ANGELA. You are early hunting, gentlemen. in! My steward shall serve somewhat. [Sees MOLLY. Ha! Ha! Ha! You bring a lady, then, Carruthers ! Come CARRUTHERS. Madam ! Give me that boy ! ANGELA. You fool, you are too late ! This is a man. CARRUTHERS. I warn you, Lady Baird. The law calls this abduction. ANGELA. Pish ! the law ! husband—ah ! Go, my dear (wh/?sfers) 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 insolent. ( Zverns to ANGELA. Dear wife ! I go, as a tooth torn from a jaw. Txpect I quell this folly 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. To you, this to remember by. [He shoots Carruthers in the leg. So, sir!