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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 !