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WHY JESUS WEPT. 
female will soon lose their power — there, there, no thanks, 
I beg !  I never could bear to see a pretty wench cry — 
there, there ! 
 
MOLLY. 
 
O sir, my lord, how can I thank you ? 
 
GLENSTRAE. 
 
Come in, my dear, and let us see your father about it... 
Can you spare an old man a kiss ? 
 
MOLLY. 
 
O my lord ? 
 
GLENSTRAE, kissing her. 
 
There, there !  Where is your father ?  (They go in.) 
 
 
SCENE X 
 
Paris.  Night.  SIR PERCY and ANGELA in bed, the latter asleep. 
 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
O Rose of dawn !  O star of evening ! 
O glory of the soul of light ! 
Let my bright spirit speed on urgent wing ! 
Let me be silent, and my silence sing 
Throughout the idle, the luxurious night ! 
How soft she breathes !  How tender 
Her eyes beam down on me !  How slender