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1910 · PDF PAGE 201

The Winged Beetle

…harley, for us old people ! Nothing right nowadays ! Oh, my poor leg ! Bitter, bitter cold ! I mind me, more than sixty years ago now—oh dear ! oh dear ! Run and tell Nurse I want my liniment ! Oh dear ! oh dear ! what a wretched world. Sciatics—like rats gnawing, gnawing at you, Charley. CHARLEY. You frighten me, grampa ! Why doesn’t Mr. Carr come and play with me ? GRANDFATHER. He has gone out with your mother. He’ll come by-and-by, no doubt. Run and fetch Nurse, Charley ! [CHARLEY runs off. Oh dear ! I wish I could find a good doctor. Nobody…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 187

The Winged Beetle

…thy. MR. TODD is at the door, his cloak on, his hat in his hand. OSSORY. It is kind of you to have so come far to break the sad news, my dear sir. I hope that we shall see you again soon under—under—under happier circumstances. [TODD bows very low to the company as if deeply sympathising ; but turning his face to the audience, smiles as if at some secret jest. The actor should study hard to make this smile sig- nificant of the whole character, as revealed in the complete play ; for TODD does not develop through, but is explained by, the plot. T…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 152

The Winged Beetle

142 IN MEMORIAM E. R. et E. H. STRIP, dear ! Naked-pure you lie— Surely we are done with dreams ! Open to the world’s wide eye ! Let them know, sweet, how it seems (To a love like ours) to die ! So, dear ! Virginal you were When I touched your life with song ; Virgin now to death lie there ! You shall not await him long. (Fold your body in your hair !) Satan, hail ! our consecration ! Lilies, lilies : let them swathe you, Robes baptismal of damnation ! Tuberose and iris bathe you In the sea, annihilation ! All white flowers I build, a fane Fit …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 190

The Winged Beetle

…Y. I don’t mean anything but what I say. He’s a devil ; I’m sure of it. I know it was his fault, somehow. OSSORY. Nonsense, nonsense, my dear ! He was not even in the car. MRS. OSSORY. It was his car, Alfred. OSSORY. You’re a fool, Emily. CARR. I think Mr. Ossory means that we could hardly hold him responsible if one of his steamers ran down a poor polar bear on a drifting iceberg. MRS. OSSORY. I know I’m quite unreasonable ; it’s an instinct, and intuition. You know Saga of Bond Street said how psychic I was ! [During the next few speeches CAR…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 203

The Winged Beetle

… ! How could I foresee—— EUPHEMIA. At least you might have foreseen that I was not a bale of cotton. OSSORY. But I shall be hammered, my dear child. We shall all have to go to the workhouse ! EUPHEMIA. [coldly]. I thought mamma had three thou- sand a year of her own. OSSORY. That’s just what I say. The workhouse ! EUPHEMIA. My dear father, I really can’t pity you. I think you’re a fool, and you’ve insulted me. Good morning ! [She goes out. OSSORY. Oh, the disgrace of it, the shame of it ! She little knows—How will the Receiver look at that Gala…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 91

The Winged Beetle

ROSEMARY 81 Whose wickedness was never fain to faint, Through these dull years still cherishing the spark Of Thy dear godhead in him—happy saint ! Who hath Thy light within him in the dark Ready to burst again to ruddier dawn An Thou shouldst travel in Thine holy bark To drip Thy dews upon the thirsty lawn, And wake to song beatified the bird. But art Thou living, Lord, or far withdrawn Into the shrines of solitude unstirred ? O Pan ! have pity on the trembling faun ! In all Thy silence is there not one word ?

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1910 · PDF PAGE 236

The Winged Beetle

…ur old ecstasy ? ” “ Why do you wish to remind me ? ” “ Does thy heart beat still at my name, and glow ? “ Seest thou my soul in dreams, dear ? ” “ No.” “ Ah ! the fair days of joyaunce and of gree “ When our mouths kissed, ah kissed ! ” “ Maybe ! ” “ How blue the sky was, as our hope was clear ! ” “ Hope has gone down to Hell’s nadir.” So in the foolish alleys they conferred, And only midnight overheard.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 235

The Winged Beetle

…ubine, To madden sense on the enormous bitch Whose hellish charm pours youth from me like wine ! Whether thou sleep in morning’s sheets (dear witch !) Heavy, obscure, and chill ; or preen thee, vain, In evening’s veils, with gold embroidery rich, Infamous Capital, I love thee ! Drain Whose thieves and whores give me to ease life’s itch Pleasures inscrutable to the profane !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 220

The Winged Beetle

…sions, maddening Shall swim upon thy sea of tears, Like ships beyond the bar that bound, And in my heart that they enlarge With hope thy dear sobs shall resound, A drummer rattling out the “ Charge ! ” For am I not a discord-note In God’s great anthem—thanks to thee Black Irony with greedy throat That shaketh me, devoureth me Through my soft voice this harpy screams ! My blood, this viper-venom base ! I, the black mirror by whose gleams Megaera watches her own face.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 104

The Winged Beetle

…As ever. . . . Shall the even match the odd ? His immortality worth my period ? Nay ! He is but the seed on whom I showered My rain, the dear mortality of God !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 123

The Winged Beetle

…, God, then, if you must— Wordless still, we’ve won it ! Tall Troy is in the dust ! We’ve done it, done it, done it ! VI Do you love me, dear ? Said the glance you darted. Good cheer ! why fear the year ! Twice one is two, I hear !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 78

The Winged Beetle

…! It cannot be (it cannot be !) That we ourselves are taken In the sweet snare, my Dorothy ! Did Love, true love, awaken ? And, even so, dear, why should we Be wildly wit-forsaken ? Yea ; for we digged a wanton pit. Ourselves are fallen into it. Our dance grew fierce—self-stirred, self-willed ! And Bacchus shewed his forehead Jutting sharp horns ; his grape distilled A liquor harsh and florid. Our cool sweet kisses throbbed and thrilled From temperate to torrid. Yea ; the new wine burns up our brain. Like molten gold our kisses rain. The month …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 80

The Winged Beetle

…ns sharp-gleaming, So that bright blood jets out afar From starry brains a-streaming ? Yea ! in our night there shines a star Beyond our dearest dreaming. Yea ; there is born a fearful light Proceeding from the Infinite. However that may be, ’tis clear What duty bids endeavour : To find you out in London, dear,— A ‘ now ’ is worth a ‘ never ’ !— To make to-day a heaven of cheer, And make to-day ‘ for ever ’ ! Yea ; though we know how springs run dry, We’ll trust our future, you and I. Ah, madman ! was there ever yet A love that lived a lustre

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1910 · PDF PAGE 115

The Winged Beetle

…hame ! Rejoice, O my soul, if his happiness hear ! Exalt thee, my joy, if the spell shall uprear Delight in my dream, in the dream of my dear. By passion and clamour the music is vain. Resurges the stridence, insists it is pain ; Until, at the last, all the puzzle is plain. Cry out on Apollo ; he laughs at the whine. Evoke we a soul nor of man nor divine Deep-throned in a darker, unspeakable shrine. O beautiful, beautiful ! light be thy luck ! Unveil thee to me ; for my flower is to pluck ; God gives thee my virginal honey to suck. Lo ! now is …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 217

The Winged Beetle

207 LE BALCON MOTHER of memories, and queen of queens ! Thou, all my happiness ! Thou, all my duty ! Remember the dear hearth, the twilight screens, Thy beauty, and our passion, and thy beauty ! Mother of memories, and queen of queens ! Those evenings in the firelight velvet-lined Or on the balcony, veiled by rosy wings Of mist. Thy breast was soft, thy kiss was kind. We often said imperishable things Those evenings in the firelight velvet-lined. On summer evenings how the sun is fine ! How space seems deep ! How roars the heart’s red flood ! I…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 188

The Winged Beetle

178 MR TODD CARR [solemnly]. Truly, my dear sir, in the midst of life we are in death. [EUPHEMIA looks up and darts a furious glance at him for she knows that he is mocking British solemnity and cant. DELHOMME. Crushed—crushed in a moment—— MRS. OSSORY [very piously]. Without a warning. Ah well, we must hope that—— [Her voice becomes a mumble. DELHOMME. I will bid you good morning ; I am sure you will not wish strangers to intrude upon your grief. If there is anything that I can do— MRS. OSSORY [“ conventionally ”]. Pray do not leave us yet, Mo…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 192

The Winged Beetle

…e. CARR. [Over L. To EUPHEMIA.] She hasn’t done much yet ! EUPHEMIA. What a brute you are ! MRS. OSSORY. And we can’t possibly go to the dear Duchess on Friday ! CARR. [almost in tears]. Forgive my seeming callousness ! On my honour, I never thought of that. “ Sunt lachrymae rerum.” [A nurse and a footman appear. The latter wheels GRANDFATHER out of the room, using the greatest care not to shake him. GRANDFATHER. Oh, my sciatica ! You careless scoun-

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1910 · PDF PAGE 189

The Winged Beetle

MR TODD 179 DELHOMME. Good morning, Mr. Ossory. Anything I can do, of course ; anything I can do. OSSORY. Thank you, my dear lad. Anything you can do, of course—I will let you know at once. By the way, you haven’t asked her yet, I suppose ? DELHOMME. Not yet, sir. I am rather diffident : I do not care to precipitate affairs. OSSORY. Well, I am really very anxious to see her future assured. And you know our proverb, “ The early bird catches the worm.” [Points to him, and over his shoulder to her.] There’s our scientific friend, eh ? DELHOMME. Oh…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 205

The Winged Beetle

…By the way, unless rumour lies, the jade ! you can fly much higher than a paltry Duchess ! MRS. OSSORY. Why, why, what do you mean ? Oh, dear Professor, how sweet of you ! Or are you joking ? Somehow one never knows whether you are serious or not ! But you wouldn’t make fun of my embarrassments— Society is so serious, isn’t it ? But, oh do ! do tell me what they say ! CARR. Well, Mrs. Ossory—you know our mysterious friend ? MRS. OSSORY. Mr. Todd ? CARR. Yes. Well, they say that—he is a King in his own country. MRS. OSSORY. And I’ve always disli…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 206

The Winged Beetle

…wned King ! Oh ! how I would frown at her ! Ah ! ah ! Somebody coming. [Enter THOMAS. THOMAS. Mr. Todd. [Enter TODD. MRS. OSSORY. Oh, my dear Mr. Todd, I am so glad to see you ! I’m in such distress ! You will help me, won’t you ? [TODD bows, smiles, and whispers in her ear. She smiles all over. TODD offers his arm. She goes out on it, giggling and wriggling with pleasure. Enter EUPHEMIA. EUPHEMIA. I wonder where mother is ! No, I don’t want her. I’m too happy. How I love him ! How proud I am—when another girl would be so shamed ! I love him ! …

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