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WHY JESUS WEPT. 
SIR PERCY. 
 
No !  No !  No ! 
Nothing is necessary unto love, 
Not even light.  In chaos love were well. 
I love you, love you so, my love, my love. 
 
MOLLY. 
 
How I love you !  Oh, kiss me again ! 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
Yet you were best to go.  This bites like Hell’s worst 
agony. 
 
ANGELA. 
 
Amen ! 
 
MOLLY. 
 
God be with you ! 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
Till we meet again. 
 
MOLLY. 
 
At moonrise. 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
At your door. 
 
ANGELA. 
 
At moonset he shall crawl away from mine. 
The dog !  I hate him !  So much the more sure