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WHY JESUS WEPT. 
SIR PERCY. 
 
O she is my love, my dove, my star, my — Ah ! — I hurt 
you !  (Aside.)  O beast !  What is this doubt ? 
 
ANGELA, very close to him. 
 
I hear another anthem in those eyes. 
By God, lad, you are wonderful ! 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
What would you say ? 
 
ANGELA. 
 
What would I not do ?  Listen, I am Angela, Lady Baird.  
I am rich.  That wealth now for the first time yields me some 
pleasure. 
The moon rises late, after ten o’clock :  you shall come with 
me.  We are — neighbours, are we not ?  You shall come to 
my castle, I say ; there I will prepare all for you and your 
young bride :  my chaplain shall marry you at midnight ; my 
name and power shall shield you from all mischance. 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
I am my own master. 
 
ANGELA. 
 
You think so ?  They have kept if from you, but you have 
a guardian :  ask him if you may marry a mere country lass — 
and you now not yet seventeen.