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WHY JESUS WEPT. 
CARRUTHERS. 
 
I warn you, Lady Baird. 
The laws calls this abduction. 
 
ANGELA. 
 
Pish !  the law ! 
Go, my dear (Whispers) husband — ah !  how proud you look ! 
Come when you will ! 
 
CARRUTHERS. 
 
Sir Percy Percivale ! 
I stand here in your dear dead father’s name. 
 
ANGELA. 
 
You stand here, Percy, for yourself — and me. 
 
CARRUTHERS. 
 
Come down ; I am your guardian.  Know this ! 
Without me you do nought, say nought, spend nought. 
Obey me ! 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
Silence, sir, I am your master. 
Whatever powers my father may have given 
To you, there’s one that I inherit from him ; 
Namely, to tame the insolent. 
Turns to Angela. 
Dear wife !