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114 MYSTERIES : VAUGHAN [bending over Percy]. Are 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…
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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC, 109 PERCY. Esmé, my Esmé. And we will write our poem now together. ESME, I cannot write; we will live our poem now together. PERCY. Dear heart, dear heart! And she will give us light, our dear moon out yonder, always a pure cold light: and our life shall answer a purer, warmer flame. She is like a maiden covered with lilies; your lilies have kissed roses, ESME. And when the moon’s light fails, the light of your song. PERCY. Let that light be drawn from Heaven too. ESME. Oh, Percy, I am so glad, so glad ! PERCY. Esmé ! ESME…
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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.
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104 MYSTERIES : PERCY. I cannot think at home. VAUGHAN. Why think, if thinking makes you sad? | PERCY. That I may write. I have not long to live, and I must write, write always. FRIEND [aside to Vaughan). Ii me semble qu’il a faim. PERCY. I am hungry for a little love, a little pity. To-night you have shown me your soul, and I am not hungry any more. VAUGHAN. | But, boy, you are starving physically. Come home with me and have some dinner. Only my daughter will be there. PERCY, You are very kind. Thank you. FRIEND [aside]. He is a gentleman. VAU…
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108 MYSTERIES: PERCY. It is like your eyes. [Comes out into corridor.] Esmé! I have looked into your eyes as your eyes look into Heaven, and there I have found my Heaven. O serene depths! O faultless face of my desire! O white brow too clear! I sin against your holiness by my presence. Only the moon should see you, Esmé. ESME [half in tears]. . You don’t mean like that, Percy, quite. Why do you say that? Enter Vaughan in shadow. He draws back and .Stands watching. PERCY. Oh, you are crying, my heart! Do you cry because I have spoken and touched…
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… DRAMATIC. 107 SCENE II. A year later. Vaughan's house in Mayfair. Peres bedroom. Moonlight streams through open window tn the corridor. Percy asleep. He dreams un- easily, and after a little wakes up with a start and @ Cry. PERCY. H! I had such a bad dream. I dreamt I was straining out after a beautiful bird, and suddenly it stopped, and then I held it in my hands, and it was happy, and then I dropped down somehow into the darkness and the bird had gone—only it got so con- fused, and I woke up. I hear steps! ESME [22 corridor]. Did you call, P…
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106 MYSTERIES : VAUGHAN. Do you find beauty in her ? PERCY. No, but I see in her history a poem, to which I trust that God will write an end. VAUGHAN. What end can come but evil ? PERCY. O! if I had no hope for her I should have none for myself. VAUGHAN, How? Have you then fallen? PERCY. Oh, yes, I have fallen. I am older every hour. [ have wasted time, I have wasted love. VAUGHAN. Perhaps it is not all waste after all. There is a use for everything, nothing is destroyed—believe so, anyhow! — FRIEND. What about this dinner of yours, Vaughan? Es…
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…. .I. THE ANGEL OF PITY. II. THE ANGEL OF LOVE. IItl. THE 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.
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…RAMATIC. 113 not come home with you, you who broke my mother’s heart, and turned me from your doors penniless. BRANDON. Unnatural puppy! PERCY. My mother’s spirit forgives you, and in my heart is no longer the desire for vengeance. So far have I risen, but not far enough to forget that you 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 …
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…w great a sadness underlies it. VAUGHAN. [Durning to the young man.] ND you—what are you doing here? Excuse my rudeness—you seem so sad. PERCY. I am sad to-night. I am very lonely in this place. VAUGHAN. There are plenty of people about. PERCY. People—mere shells, husks of the golden wheat that might grow even here. VAUGHAN. Why do you stay here?
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…t was only an excuse, and he wouldn’t stand any 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 w…
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…nd bow their heads silently. Vaughan also prays, with arms outspread in blessing. Curtain. SCENE III. Six months later. The dining-room. Percy, Vaughan, Esmé at dinner. Enter Butler. BUTLER. F 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
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…you have 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
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…e! Your kisses must finish my poem. One day your pen must finish it. ESME. You know I cannot write a line. Oh, how sorry I am for that ! PERCY [fo Vaughan]. Good-bye, my dear, dear friend. Take care of Esmé for me. I hall watch over her myself, I an God together. is so frail and white, and she ¢< understands. sees my soul, and Heaven is, always open to her eyes when she looks up, and she is so beautiful. Will it seem long, Esmé, till we kiss again beyond the moon there—it is the moon, isn’t it, come to see that Esme¢ is not too sad about my dyi…