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WHY JESUS WEPT 71 SCENE XIII The Meeting-House of the Brethren Gathered Together To The Name Of The Lord Jesus, sub-section Anti-Ravenite of the Exclusive section. They are of course Anti-Stewart, and sound on the Ramsgate Question, while observing an armed neutrality in the matter of Mr. Kelly’s actionI. In the midst a table with a loaf and a bottle : also, by their own account, Jesus Christ. Forms, varnished yellow, around it, them, and (I suppose) Him. On one of them is a blackboard with the notice in white paint : “ Those not in fellowship …
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At 30, Clarendon Square, Leamington, on October 12, 1875 A.D. the wife of Edward Crowley of a son. “ The Times ” JESUS WEPT “ John ” 11.35.
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WHY JESUS WEPT A STUDY OF SOCIETY AND OF THE GRACE OF GOD BY ALEISTER CROWLEY SECOND IMPRESSION SOCIETY FOR THE PROPAGATION OF RELIGIOUS TRUTH BOLESKINE FOYERS INVERNESS 1904
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2 WHY JESUS WEPT. Discharged his faithful poltergeist, Gave up attempts to say The Name, Ananda Maitriya became, By yellow robes allured, enticed ; Leaving me all alone to shame The cunning missionary game ; And, by bad critics topped and sliced, Put the ky-bosh on Jesus Christ. I sing a tale of modern life (Suited for reading to my wife) Of how Sir Percy Percivale Grew from a boy into a man ; Well ware of every metric plan A bard may dream, a rhymester scrawl, Avoiding with deliberate “ Damn ! ” (Ut supra) In Memoriam ; For such suggestion wou…
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80 WHY JESUS WEPT Farewell ! A poet begs your alms, Will walk awhile among the palms. An honest love, a loyal kiss, Can show him better worlds than this ; Nor will he come again to yours While he knows champak-stars from sewers.
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54 WHY JESUS WEPT. Dark, idle, grim, Full of black joys and shadowy unspoken fears, Wherein I am master. There is no place for tears. Cold adamant disaster Is lord there, and I overlord. So flits-out, like a sword Flashed through a duellist’s live heart, 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 dr…
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44 WHY JESUS WEPT. CARRUTHERS, after thinking a moment. Then, come here, behind me ! Quick, if you love him ! MOLLY. I will see him safe. What is this danger ? CARRUTHERS. Danger of your sort. She mounts. Old Tyson comes out into the open. TYSON. Eh, less, wheer off noo ? MOLLY. Father ! Father ! CARRUTHERS. Now. Spurs on the horse. TYSON. What, ye’ll abdooct my darter ? CARRUTHERS. Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! Gallops off.
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72 WHY JESUS WEPT. Behind, and for this reason not previously observed by the vigilant eye of the reader, are Sir Percy Percivale and Molly Tyson. Near the ‘ Lord’s Table ’ a brother is standing and praying ; he intersperses his prayer with repeated ‘ you know’s, like the Cairene bore in Marryat’s novel. I AGÉD SISTER, sotto voce. Yes ! it’s all so blesséd and romantic, my dear, thank the Lord ! They were both brought to Jesus on one night, Ascen- sion Day, as the poor PaganI bodies call it, through the minis- tration of Mr. Hogwash, the Baptis…
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WHY JESUS WEPT 29 To have him. Damn them ! Are they cock and hen To make this cackling over their affairs ? Muck ! Muck ! SIR PERCY. I love you so, dear heart, dear love. MOLLY. Oh yes, I love you ! Percy ! SIR PERCY. Molly ! Molly ! MOLLY. Dear boy, how I love you ! SIR PERCY. And I you, sweetheart. MOLLY. Good-bye, then ! SIR PERCY. Good-bye ! Good-bye ! At moonrise. MOLLY. At my door. ANGELA. Better write it down, and then you won’t forget.
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32 WHY JESUS WEPT. ANGELA. I have seen all. Pity me ! Your flattery is a sword in my heart ! SIR PERCY. Seen ? ANGELA. Your love — you call it so ! SIR PERCY. Have you, then — ANGELA. I saw all. Ah me ! Poor Angela ! SIR PERCY. Angela is your name ? ANGELA. My name. SIR PERCY. A lovely name. No doubt your disposition runs parallel. ANGELA. Meets never ? You are no courtier, sir ! SIR PERCY. Do not say ‘ sir ! ’ ANGELA. What shall I say ! Oh leave me ! I am ashamed.
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64 WHY JESUS WEPT. LADY GLENSTRAE. What medicine ? I never take medicine ! SIR PERCY. But you gave it to me — with a needle. LADY GLENSTRAE. Oh, that medicine ! You like it ? SIR PERCY. It is heaven, heaven ! It is called — LADY GLENSTRAE. Morphia. They rest. SCENE XII TWO YEARS LATER Night : The Strand, opposite the Hotel Cecil. A chemist’s shop behind. A grey, old, wizen man staggers into the shop. CHEMIST. This prescription has been made up before, sir. THE MAN. Yes, I want it renewed, quickly, quickly.
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26 WHY JESUS WEPT. Break those young teeth and smash that gaby grin. I am utterly wretched ! Ah, there is aye hope left ! — For see, they part ! SIR PERCY. Ah, love, at moonrise ! MOLLY. At my door ! SIR PERCY. Hell belch Its monsters one by one to stop the way ! I would be there. ANGELA. Christ ! he shall not be there ! MOLLY. Farewell ! SIR PERCY. O fairest, fare thee well ! MOLLY. Farewell ! Angela draws nearer, yet remains concealed. SIR PERCY. O but the moon is laggard ! MOLLY. Hard it is !
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WHY JESUS WEPT 43 Plough with his heifer, learn his riddle. Enter Carruthers, riding madly, crying “ Sir Percy ! Sir Percy ! ” You, sir, what makes your honour here ! Sir Percy ? Who then dares to face him ? CARRUTHERS. Let go my bridle, girl, I save a life. MOLLY. You hunt Sir Percy Percivale ! CARRUTHERS. To save him. MOLLY. God save all honest men from knaves like you ! Stay, though, you are his friend ? CARRUTHERS. His guardian. MOLLY. And I his promised wife. CARRUTHERS. Mad girl, be off ! MOLLY. Ay, strike me, coward !
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WHY JESUS WEPT 27 SIR PERCY. Time matters not. I am so drunk with love. MOLLY. One kiss, one kiss ! SIR PERCY. A million ! Ay, slack moon, Dull moon, haste, haste ! MOLLY. Kiss me again, again ! 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 —
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28 WHY JESUS WEPT. SIR PERCY. No ! No ! No ! Nothing is necessary unto love, Not even light. In chaos love were well. I love you, love you so, my love, my love. MOLLY. How I love you ! Oh, kiss me again ! SIR PERCY. Yet you were best to go. This bites like Hell’s worst agony. ANGELA. Amen ! MOLLY. God be with you ! SIR PERCY. Till we meet again. MOLLY. At moonrise. SIR PERCY. At your door. ANGELA. At moonset he shall crawl away from mine. The dog ! I hate him ! So much the more sure
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WHY JESUS WEPT 17 SCENE V To CARRUTHERS, in the Office of SIR PERCY’S Ancestral Hall enter GREUMOCH. GREUMOCH. Ay, sir. The laddie’s in the thick o’t ! Weel ! She’ll be off tae th’ muir, a’m thinking, sin’ the dee. CARRUTHERS. He goes to solitude ? GREUMOCH. Weel, weel, sir, na ! She wadna say the laddie wad gang yon. CARRUTHERS, smiling. He is ever alone ? GREUMOCH. Oo ay, sir, by his lanes. CARRUTHERS. Go now, and tell me ever of his doings. Exit Greumoch. The hour is nigh, but when that hour may strike
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WHY JESUS WEPT 45 SCENE VIII Dawn. Outside Castle Baird. To CARRUTHERS, GREUMOCH, MOLLY, and retainers on horseback enter LADY BAIRD and SIR PERCY PER- CIVALE on the battlements. CARRUTHERS. Be a man, Greumoch boy, be a man ! GREUMOCH. Sir, did she’ll no be thinking ye were greeting yersel’, mon, she’ll could find it in her heert to whang ye, whateffer. ANGELA. You are early hunting, gentlemen. Come in ! My steward shall serve somewhat. Sees Molly. Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! You bring a lady, then, Carruthers ! CARRUTHERS. Madam ! Give me that boy ! ANGELA…
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WHY JESUS WEPT 75 SIR HERPES Z. What ? And he a Highlander ? SIR GRABSON J. It seems that was a mere disguise ; his true name was Johann Schmidt. SIR HERPES Z. So ? Why the deception ? SIR GRABSON J. A Jesuit, no doubt ! But about Lady Percivale now ? SIR HERPES Z. Better and better. Old Farmer Tyson, luckily enough, as it turned out, insisted on examination; and no less than twenty-three skilled surgeons — all men of note ! — declared her to be virgo intacta. SIR GRABSON J. Eh ? What ? SIR HERPES Z. You see, Englishmen — ah ! SIR GRABSON J. Er…
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WHY JESUS WEPT 37 ANGELA, aside. O true apothecary ! Thy drugs are — expensive, but well worth the money. (Aloud) Nay ! but I will go. You have shamed me enough. Go ! Go ! SIR PERCY. Nay ! I know better of a sudden. It is you that I love ! He would kiss her. She draws away. ANGELA. False, fickle wretch ! SIR PERCY. I will ! I will ! ANGELA. No ! No ! SIR PERCY. Yes, I was a fool, an ass, a brute. A village girl ! ANGELA. Blood will have blood, they say. SIR PERCY. You are my equal, Angela ! You shall be mine, mine, mine ! ANGELA. If I will not …
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WHY JESUS WEPT 47 I go, as a tooth torn from a jaw. Expect I quell this folly in a little while And come again — to Paris, said you, sweet ? CARRUTHERS. Leave your mad chatter with that ghastly hag ! You fool, the woman is sixty if an hour. SIR PERCY. My answer to my promised bride is this. He kisses her. So, sir ! To you, this to remember by. He shoots Carruthers in the leg. MOLLY. Oh, Percy, Percy, am I not your love ? SIR PERCY. I am sorry, heartily, Miss Tyson. MOLLY. O ! SIR PERCY. I did indeed speak foolishly. ANGELA, aside. Your purse !