WHY JESUS WEPT 
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ANGELA, aside. 
 
O true apothecary !  Thy drugs are — expensive, but well 
worth the money. 
(Aloud)  Nay !  but I will go.  You have shamed me enough.  
Go !  Go ! 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
Nay !  I know better of a sudden.  It is you that I love ! 
He would kiss her.  She draws away. 
 
ANGELA. 
 
False, fickle wretch ! 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
I will !  I will ! 
 
ANGELA. 
 
No !  No ! 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
Yes, I was a fool, an ass, a brute.  A village girl ! 
 
ANGELA. 
 
Blood will have blood, they say. 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
You are my equal, Angela !  You shall be mine, mine, mine ! 
 
ANGELA. 
 
If I will not ?