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Collected Works (Vol. I)
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THE POEM
Percy [as ¢f tn padi).
Ah! my poem. I am in despair! It is
so great, and I am so little; it is so pure,
and Iam so dull of understanding. When
I write I feel as it were the breath of an
angel covering me with holiness, and I know
—then! But now—I only write mechani-
cally. I force myself. To-day I tore up all
I wrote last night.
USME.
Let us ask God to send you the angel,
shall we ?
[ They kneel, with arms intertwined;
al the ofen window, and bow their
heads silently, VAUGUAN also prays,
with arms outspread tm Oolessing.
Curtain,
SCENE III.
Six months later.
The dining-rooin. PERCY, VAUGHAN,
ESME af dtnner.
/-ntler BUTLER.
BUTLER.
IF you please, sir, a gentleman has called;
he says he must see you at once.
VAUGHAN.
Have you told him we are at dinner?
BUTLER.
Yes, sir; but he would not take that;
begging your pardon, sir, he said it was only
an excuse, and he wouldn’t stand any non-
sense.
VAUGHAN.
An excuse! Who is the fellow?
BUTLER.
I think he is a friend of Mr. Percy's, sir.
PERCY [alarmed].
It might be my father. [Asade.] And I
could have finished to-night—the very last
word. Something has been singing in me
all day.
VAUGHAN.
I will come and speak to him.
[Aatt. The votces are heard outside.
BRANDON [stout, purple, ‘‘ knobbed,” and
tdi-tempered).
Either I see my son now, or I
fetch in a policeman. idnapper! Yes,
sir, that’s what I call vou! Yes, sir! my
name zs Brandon. And your damned name
is Vaughan, sir! And I'll drag your damned
name through a police-court, sir, as soon as
—as—Where’s my son?
[7s heard to move towards dining-
root.
Yes, sir.
VAUGHAN.
Mr. Brandon, my
I cannot
John ! shut that door.
daughter is at dinner in that room.
allow you to enter.
BRANDON.
That’s where he is, you scoundrel. Out of
the way, fool! [Avwcking JOHN over, bursts
the door open and enters.] There you are,
you snivelling little swine. My God! to
think that damned puppy’s my son! Come
out of it ! :
VAUu..an Lwho has entered andrung the bell
for the servants).
I shall have you locked up for assaulting
my servant.
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