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…HE ANGEL OF DEATH. , IV. THE FORM OF THE FOURTH WAS LIKE THE SON OF GOD. PERSONS. PERCY BRANDON (a Poet). EsME VAUGHAN. Mr. VAUGHAN (her Father). MR. BRANDON (Father of Percy). A FRIEND TO VAUGHAN. Butler, Footmen, etc., etc.
…d trees and buds and the sound of the sea, and all the lights of heaven to window it. [Esmés eyes open.] Esmé! you must wake up and kiss father! ESME [half awake}. He sang to me all night, not his voice only, but a deeper voice that I understood so well as I never understood, a voice like his poem, only more beautiful even than that, and I can’t remember one word, only that he kissed me all the night; and there was as it were a vapour, an incense- cloud, about me, and I could not see—and I am so happy. VAUGHAN. Esmé, I am here, your father. ESM…
…u are the most abominable villain that plagues God’s beautiful world with his infesting life. BRANDON [wth sudden calmness]. This to his father! What does the Bible say, you wretch ? PERCY [fo Vaughan}. I will go, my true new father. Kiss Esmé for me a hundred times ! BRANDON [suddenly breaking from the Footmen]. Damn you; that’s your game, is it? No, you go with me, Sir Poet. [Rushing at his son, strikes. Percy, warding off the unexpected blow, staggers. Brandon, maddened by the zdea offighting, snatches up a knife and drives tt into his heart…
LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 105 PERCY. Where should I go? VAUGHAN. Your father— PERCY. Has shown me the door. VAUGHAN. How have you quarrelled ? PERCY. Because I must write. VAUGHAN, What do you write about that he dislikes ? PERCY. He calls it waste of time. VAUGHAN. He may be right. What do you write about? PERCY. I write about all the horrible things I see, and try to find beauty in them, or to make beauty; and I write about all the beautiful things I only dream of. I love them all ; yes, even that woman yonder.
…e you hurt? PERCY. Oh, hardly hurt at all! Only my head a little, and I wanted so to finish the poem to-night. ESME, Let me come to him, father. Oh, Percy, Percy, look at me, look at me; you're not hurt, are you? PERCY. Am I ever hurt with your arms round me? ESME., : Oh, but you grow whiter; you must be hurt. VAUGHAN. A knife! He must have stabbed him. Fetch a doctor, one of you, sharp! [Exzt a man. ESME. It is his heart; see, my hand is all covered with blood. Give me a handkerchief. Here,I will staunch the wound. [Ske attempts to prevent the…
…e to say. [Esmé watts in the doorway. BRANDON. . Give me my son, and be damned to you. That’s all; and it’s plain enough, I hope. PERCY. Father, I am leaving Mr. Vaughan’s house, as I shall only get him into trouble if I stay. But I will
…y nonsense. | 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. [Aszde.] And I could have finished to-night—the very last word. Something has been singing in me all day. VAUGHAN. This is a serious matter, John. I will come and speak to him. [Extt. The voices ave heard outside. BRANDON [stout, purple, “ knobbed,” and ill-tempered). Yes, sir. Either I see my son now, or I fetch ina policeman. Kidnapper! Yes, sir, that’s what I call you! Yes, sir! my name zs Brandon. …