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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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56 WHY JESUS WEPT. ANGELA. Ah, Percy, bend you over me ! Bend deep ! Kiss my own eyelids out of tender sleep Into exasperate love ! Bend close ! Fill me, thy golden rose, With dew of thy dear kisses ! SIR PERCY. Ay, again ! Love, love, these raptures are like springtide rain Nesting among green leaves. ANGELA. The Lady of Love weaves Fresh nets of gossamer for thee and me. O take not back thy lips, even to sing ! SIR PERCY. Come, rich, come overrolling ecstasy ! I am like to die with joy of everything. ANGELA. Die, then, and kiss me dead ! SIR …
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…e, Mine and mine only ? Beauty divine, How I was lonely ! How I was mad ! Say, are you glad, Glad of me, happy here, Here in my arms ? I kiss you, I kiss you ! Say, is it bliss, you Spirit of holiness ? Holy I hold you ! Swift as a rapier Stabbed me your charms, Broken with lowliness, Smitten with rapture : — All is so mixed ;
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30 WHY JESUS WEPT. SIR PERCY. One kiss for good-bye. MOLLY. Good-bye. Slowly retires, looking over her shoulder. They run back to meet each other, and embrace anew for some minutes. Eventually Sir Percy Percivale tears himself away, Molly disappears, and Sir Percy goes sorrowfully back to his boat, which he now manoeuvres to the landing stage. ANGELA. Now let him find it ! This will puzzle him. When Limburger replaces Patchouli, Why — moonrise ! Sir Percy, radiant, reaches the landing stage, moors his boat and mounts. He sees a pink note on the…
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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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… 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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…) 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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…CY. Arnold and Ritson, tend the wounded man ! To breakfast, gentlemen ! Looks up. Farewell ! ANGELA, waves her handkerchief and throws a kiss. Farewell ! Exeunt.
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…uld I were dead In your arms ever fair, Buried and folded For aye on your breast : — That were delight, Eternity moulded In form of your kiss ! That were the rest I have sought for, the bliss I have ached to obtain : — Ah ! it was pain ! MOLLY. Ay ! sir, but can you love me ? Me, poor girl ! SIR PERCY. Love you ? Ah, Christ ! I love you so ! Say you love me, love me ! Say so ! Again ! Again ! Aloud ! I must hear, or I shall die. MOLLY. I love you. Oh, you hurt me, you do indeed.
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…LY. O sir, my lord, how can I thank you ? GLENSTRAE. Come in, my dear, and let us see your father about it... Can you spare an old man a kiss ? MOLLY. O my lord ? GLENSTRAE, kissing her. There, there ! Where is your father ? (They go in.) SCENE X Paris. Night. SIR PERCY and ANGELA in bed, the latter asleep. SIR PERCY. O Rose of dawn ! O star of evening ! O glory of the soul of light ! Let my bright spirit speed on urgent wing ! Let me be silent, and my silence sing Throughout the idle, the luxurious night ! How soft she breathes ! How tender He…
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…y lad ! and o’er the border I shall get myself a buxom bride, And ride — ride — ride ! He rises. Ride to the blacksmith at Gretna Green, Kiss a fair lady and find her a queen ! O a Queen, for certain ! It is I that ride, Ride in my youth and pride. With a long sword girt to my waist, And a strawberry mare sweet-paced, And a long night with no moon, no star ! I will plunder the traveller from afar ; — Aye ! and find him an ancient sage, Learn all his wisdom, marry his daughter, Become a king and a mage, Lord of Fire, Earth, Air, and Water ! Ho !…
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…rt been touched. Now my arts fail me. I am a poor and simple girl ; and my eyes are aching with the sight of you, and my lips are mad to kiss you ! SIR PERCY. Your breath is like a mist of rose-dawn about me.
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…hath up-gobbled ! ” Am I mage ? Ay, for I grant the aged diplomat His truth — the truth for him ! To me she is The rosy incarnation of a kiss, The royal rapture of a young delight, The mazy music of virginity, Sun of the day, moon of the night, All, all to me ! Angela, angel ! Thou hast made me man, And poet over-man ! To thee, To thee I owe transfiguration, peace, The wide dominion of the wan Abyss of air. I can look out and see Beyond the stars, black seas Wherein no star may swim, Thence, far beyond the vast revolving spheres