WHY JESUS WEPT 
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SIR PERCY. 
 
What of this chaplain ? 
 
ANGELA. 
 
What of your guardian ? 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
Curses of hell ! 
 
ANGELA. 
 
Hush !  hush !  sweet words must come from such sweet lips. 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
What shall I do ? 
 
ANGELA. 
 
You leave your fate already in my hands ? 
Nay, but once married, you’ll be master then ! 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
Shame, sweetheart ! 
 
ANGELA. 
 
You have the strength of mind to defy convention :  we 
dine together :  we — O love, how dare you look such looks 
as these ? — At moonset ride you back, and none the wiser.  
This always :  for did we marry, the law would have its word 
to say.