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32 WHY JESUS WEPT ANGELA. Now let him find it! This will puzzle him. When Limburger replaces Patchouli, Why—moonrise ! [Sir Percy, radiant, reaches the land- ing stage, moors his boat and mounts. He sees a pink note on the wharf. Sir PERCY. Ah! she has dropped this! A cruel fool am I; I took an honied kiss ; I revelled in true bliss ; Yet never thought to try A keepsake to obtain To wear my heart upon. Now God is great and gracious; Iere’s medicine for my pain. She has left it; she has gone! How sweet the air and spacious ! I am happy—let me se…
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WHY JESUS WEPT ANGELA. What shall I say ! ashamed. Oh leave me! Iam SIR Percy (very pale). Is this your writing? ANGELA. Oh shame! shame! shame! Tell me you have not read it, Sir Percy ! Str Percy. Some I did read— How know you my name? ANGELA. I read it in my heart. O but I am ashamed to speak to you! Or would be were not that name as a brand to blot out all feeling from me for evermore. SIR PERCY (aside). How she speaks! singing. (Aloud.) Indeed, I read too far, It is indeed an angel ANGELA. Pity me! Sir PERCY. Dear lady, the joy to know, and…
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… to go slow : it is dangerous as well as cruel to leave a lover standing. SiR PERcY. Oh I have learnt that lesson and a thousand others. ANGELA. You must go now. The moon— Sirk PERCY. This love is notof the moon. To-morrow— ANGELA. ‘* And to-morrow and to-morrow.” Speak not that idle word ! SIR PERCY, What of this chaplain ? ANGELA. What of your guardian ? Sir PERCY. Curses of hell ! ANGELA. Hush ! hush ! sweet words must come from such sweet lips. Sirk PERCY. What shall I do? ANGELA. You leave your fate already in my hands? Nay, but once marri…
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…un down nasty wet tears? Is my love a mono- tonous harping on one word? Love, Percy —dare I call you Percy? SiR PERcY. If I may call you Angela. ANGELA. Love, Percy (she lays one hand on his shoulder and looks deeply in his eyes), is wit, and laughter, and wisdom; all of love, and in it; but love without these is a mawkish, moonish distemper of folly—and will pass. I shall not pass, my love!—Ah! you feel my breath upon your face |! Sir PERcY. ~Yes—do not! ANGELA. I shall do so—you dare not move away from me! I have you? No? Ah, Percy, Percy, wi…
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WHY JESUS WEPT 45 ANGELA. Dear, dear, how very sad! Hullo! Look here on this picture and on that ! [MOLLY azd SIR PERCY are discovered. GLENSTRAE. Oh! Ah! I think I must go on. an appointment at the club. I have SiR PERcY. Yet your lordship walks East. MOLLY. Oh, I am not revengeful. Give me a fiver, my Lord Marquis, and we'll call it square. Sirk PERCY. For me, my angel, get this prescription | filled. ANGELA. Oh, go to the devil, both of you! quis, shall we sup at the Carlton? Mar- GLENSTRAE. With pleasure —ha! a most amusing meeting—ha! ANGE…
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WHY JESUS WEPT 4! SIR PERCY. Come, rich, come overrolling ecstasy ! I am like to die with joy of everything. ANGELA. Die, then, and kiss me dead ! Sirk PERCY. Idie! I die! ANGELA. Thy flower-life is shed Into eternity, A waveless lake. SiR PERCY. Sleep, sleep ! [He sleeps. ANGELA. I am awake— And being awake I weary somewhat of these jejune platitudes, these rampant ulula- tions of preposterous puberty. These are the very eructations of gingerbread ; they are the flatulence of calf-sickness. I thought I had taught the boy more sense. He weakens…
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WHY JESUS WEPT 31 ANGELA. Would I had the kissing of her with vitriol ! SIR PERCY. Your kisses are like young rain, ANGELA, The slobbery kisses of virginity. He shall soon know these calculated, keen, Intense, important kisses,—mine! Hell’s worm ! MOLLY. Yes, do not leave me. Let us away now ! No, I must tell them, fetch my— SiR PERCY, No! Nothing is necessary unto love, Not even light. In chaos love were well. I love you, love you so, my love, my love. No! No! MOLLY, HIow I love you! Oh, kiss me again ! Str PERCY. Yet you were best to go. This…
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…eart, My thought ; in all the abodes of sense, The shrines of love and art, The adytum of omnipotence, I am supreme, through thee, sweet Angela ! For all the beauties of the universe, The glories hidden in the flower’s cup, All, all that wakes the soul to worship, verse, Ripe verse, all wines, all dreams that the soft God lifts up: All these are eidola, Mere phantom will 0’ the wisps, thy love the real ! There is no more ideal lor me 3 romance hath shot its bolt; The badger Jesus skulketh in his holt, Whence let no dog dare draw him; let him sk…
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… man ! GREUMOCH. Sir, did she’ll no be thinking ye were greeting yersei’, mon, she'll could find it in her heert to whang ye, whateffer. ANGELA. You are early hunting, gentlemen. in! My steward shall serve somewhat. [Sees MOLLY. Ha! Ha! Ha! You bring a lady, then, Carruthers ! Come CARRUTHERS. Madam ! Give me that boy ! ANGELA. You fool, you are too late ! This is a man. CARRUTHERS. I warn you, Lady Baird. The law calls this abduction. ANGELA. Pish ! the law ! husband—ah ! Go, my dear (wh/?sfers) how proud you look ! Come when you will! CARRUTH…
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…OLLY. Oh, Percy, Percy, am I not your love? Sik PERcY. I am sorry, heartily, Miss Tyson. MOLLY. SIR PERCY. I did indeed speak foolishly. ANGELA (aszde). Your purse ! SIR PERCY (aside). O that were devilish—she’s a good girl ! ANGELA. I hate her. SiR PERcY. Buy yourself a pretty hat ! Forget my pretty speeches | [Pings his purse down. CARRUTHERS. O Lord Christ ! In one short day—he was a gentleman ! Sir Percival! Would God I were dead too ! If he had lived—thank God he died! Sir Percy, Lend me your pistol ; here’s a heart to hit ! [Sir Percy des…
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…y white golden heart of glory ! MOLLY. I love you, love you so. Sir PERcy. Ah, God! I love yow! I shall faint with love. I love you so. [ANGELA, LADY BAIRD, 7s azscovcred behind the trees. She suffers the torments of hell, ANGELA (while the duet continues). Ah ! if there were a devil to buy souls, Or ifI had not sold mine! Quick bargain, God ! Hell catch the jade! cheeks ! Rot her snub nose! Poison devour her guts! Wither her fresh clean face with old grey scabs, And venomous ulcers gnaw the baby breasts ! Vermin upon her! Infamous drab! Gr! Gr…
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…SIR PERCY. And a lot of good that does! Enter, on the pavement, the MARQUIS OF GLENSTRAE, 7” his fur coat. The occupant of the carriage, ANGELA, Lapy BAIRD, recognises him and leans out to greet him. GLENSTRAE. Ah, my dear lady, how do you do this cold weather? ANGELA. Weill, very well, thank you—and you? GLENSTRAE. Well enough—a little rheumatic, perhaps. H’m ! ANGELA. And the dear Marchioness? GLENSTRAE. Oh, very sad—there—there! She has had to be, ah!—er—under treatment.
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…iss? MOLLY. O my lord! GLENSTRAE (4issing her). There, there! Where is your father? - [ Zhey go tn. SCENE X. Farts. Night. SiR PERCY azd ANGELA on bed, the latter asleep. SiR PERCY. O Rose of dawn! O star of evening! O glory ofthe soul oflight! Let my bright spirit speed on urgent wing ! Let me be silent, and my silence sing Throughout the idle, the luxurious night ! [Tow soft she breathes! Elow tender Her eyes beam down on me! How slender [fer pale, her golden body lies! Even asleep the dark long lashes move, And the eyes see. She dreams of me…
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…-Handed Brother (Plymouth), A conscientious Chemist. A Theatre-Goer. Large but unseen body of retainers. MAUD, MARCHIONESS OF GLENSTRAE, ANGELA, LADY BAIRD, HORTENSE, er maid, MOLLY TYSON, daughter of Tyson, Aged (Plymouth) Sisters, &c,, &c. The action of the play occupies three years. DEDICATIO MINIMA. My dear Christ, A person, purporting to be a friend and disciple of yours, and calling himself John, reports you to have wept. Hts testimony is now considered by the best authorities to be of avery doubtful order. But if you did weep, this (vide…
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…they throng me, hunt me! should I Do this unutterable wickedness? Because that Moina Marjoribanks grins and boasts She will achieve him? Angela, not so! For its own sweet, most damnable sake, say yes | Why Look to those cheeks, redress the red-gold | hair, Awake the giant wit, the master sin That is, for an apple’s sake, Lord of us all: These shall despoil her; these shall ruin him. Yes, I shall clutch him to these sagging breasts Stained, bruised,—enough !—and take his life in mine— Ugh ! pleasure of Hell ! Sir Percy Percivale,! Here is a stru…
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…. I must bid all ye matrons fond farewell, Knowing your inmost thoughts; that, had ye dared, Ye would be just as far e rouze for hell As Angela, the gentle Lady Baird ; And all ye youths, aware that Percy’s fall Is something to be envied of ye all ; And all ye parsons, seeing that ye pray Your Father for the Luck of Lord Glen- strae. Enough of this! Insistent Fates Bid me return to rhyming 8s. I say what I have seen ill done In honest clean-lived Albion ; And if these things the green tree grows, What price the dry, my lords? Who knows ? You sa…
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…ater ! Ho! my horse, lads! Away! To the moor | Ho! there’s a fox i’ the hole, that’s sure. [Flings swaggering out of the room. SCENE IV. ANGELA, LaDy BAIRD (regarding herself in a mirror). I thank you, M. Davenport !! This smile Is worth a husband. Here, one touch of pink Completes a perfect picture—Are these eyes Dark eno’ to look love or sin, and large (O Atropine !?) to beam forth innocence ! Innocence, a grim jest for sixty years ! Nay, sixty-three ; I lie not to myself ; Else one sins lying ; thus is virtue mixed, A bubbling draught that s…