Why Jesus Wept

36 WHY JESUS WEPT. ANGELA. Love, Percy (she lays one hand on his shoulder and looks deeply in his eyes), is wit, and laughter, and wisdom ; all of love, and in it ; but love without these is a mawkish, moonish distemper of folly — and will pass. I shall not pass, my love ! — Ah ! you feel my breath upon your face ! SIR PERCY. Yes — do not ! ANGELA. I shall do so — you dare not move away from me ! I have you ? No ! Ah, Percy, Percy, will you break a heart that only beats for you ? SIR PERCY. You woo so well that I think you must have loved before. ANGELA. Ay ! but not like this. If I have loved it was but to study love, to learn his arts ; to make myself the queen I am, that I might have strength to win you — never before has my heart been touched. Now my arts fail me. I am a poor and simple girl ; and my eyes are aching with the sight of you, and my lips are mad to kiss you ! SIR PERCY. Your breath is like a mist of rose-dawn about me.