WHY JESUS WEPT 
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Plough with his heifer, learn his riddle. 
Enter Carruthers, riding madly, crying “ Sir Percy !  Sir Percy ! ” 
You, sir, what makes your honour here ! 
Sir Percy ?  Who then dares to face him ? 
 
CARRUTHERS. 
 
Let go my bridle, girl, I save a life. 
 
MOLLY. 
 
You hunt Sir Percy Percivale ! 
 
CARRUTHERS. 
 
To save him. 
 
MOLLY. 
 
God save all honest men from knaves like you ! 
Stay, though, you are his friend ? 
 
CARRUTHERS. 
 
His guardian. 
 
MOLLY. 
 
And I his promised wife. 
 
CARRUTHERS. 
 
Mad girl, be off ! 
 
MOLLY. 
 
Ay, strike me, coward !