WHY JESUS WEPT 
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CHEMIST. 
 
I am afraid, sir, it is marked ‘ once only ’. 
 
THE MAN. 
 
You won’t ?  O if you knew what I suffer !  I will pay you 
double. 
 
CHEMIST. 
 
I’m afraid not, sir.  You may try elsewhere. 
 
THE MAN. 
 
O God O God !  (Goes out.  To him enter on the pavement a bedrag-
gled female). 
 
THE WOMAN. 
 
Come home, ducky, won’t you ? 
 
THE MAN. 
 
O God !  O God !  I cannot bear it any longer.  It is 
the last I have.  (He fumbles awhile inside his coat.) 
 
THE WOMAN, catching hold of him. 
 
Come, stand me a glass of wine, there’s a dear. 
 
THE MAN. 
 
Ah !  that is well.  Can I use this woman, I wonder ?