WHY JESUS WEPT 
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SIR PERCY. 
 
Time matters not.  I am so drunk with love. 
 
MOLLY. 
 
One kiss, one kiss ! 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
A million !  Ay, slack moon, 
Dull 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 —