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WHY JESUS WEPT. 
I am to do some business—aha !  some rather pleasant 
business.  There ! there !  (Enter Molly Tyson.) 
 
MOLLY. 
 
O !  Sir Percy !  My lord, could you not have told me of 
this ? 
 
GLENSTRAE. 
 
Now, your condition ! 
 
MOLLY. 
 
Sir Percy, do you, can you love me ?  You promised to 
love me for ever. 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
Who is this woman ?  I am weary of these women. 
 
MOLLY. 
 
Sir, sir, acknowledge me.  You know not what hangs on 
it — my honour even ! 
 
GLENSTRAE. 
 
A speech of this breed is not in the bond — but let it 
pass.  There !  there ! 
 
MOLLY. 
 
Sir, I beseech you — for an hour — take me away.  I am 
in terrible trouble of body and soul — danger, misery.