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WHY JESUS WEPT. 
 
 
SCENE IX 
 
 
Enter THE MARQUIS OF GLENSTRAE, Outside Tyson’s Cottage. 
 
 
GLENSTRAE. 
 
Here, then, lives the pretty piece of goods Angela wrote 
me of.  (Molly appears at doorway.) Ah !  my pretty lass, can you 
give a poor old man a glass of milk ? 
 
MOLLY. 
 
Yes, sir, I will fetch you one.  Pray you, set you down 
awhile.  (He sits down.  She goes.) 
 
GLENSTRAE. 
 
Ugh !  Ugh !  This rheumatism at me again.  I wish I had 
left the business to Arthur. — But there, there, one never 
knows.  (Molly comes in with the milk.) There, there !  what have 
you been crying for ? 
 
MOLLY. 
 
O sir ! 
 
GLENSTRAE. 
 
I am the Marquis of Glenstrae, my pretty wench.  If my 
name and fortune can serve you — there, there !  I never 
could bear to see a pretty lass cry.