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…EPT 79 Because — I see you as you are. Permit me to reduce the list Of optimist and pessimist By just my name ! I am neither, friends. I know a stick has got two ends ! Nothing were easier than to show That Lady Baird avoided woe ; And Lord Glenstrae, that worthy peer, Saved whisky by supplying beer. For what is good, and makes for peace, What evil, wisdom must increase Well near omniscience before One guesses what it all is for. Still, since de gustibus not est — (My schoolboy readers know the rest !) I much prefer — that is, mere I — Solitude…
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…le. Is this your writing ? ANGELA. Oh shame ! shame ! shame ! Tell me you have not read it, Sir Percy ! SIR PERCY. Some I did read — How know you my name ? ANGELA. I read it in my heart. O but I am ashamed to speak to you ! Or would be were not that name as a brand to blot out all feeling from me for evermore. SIR PERCY aside. How she speaks ! It is indeed an angel singing. (Aloud.) Indeed, I read too far. ANGELA. Pity me ! SIR PERCY. Dear lady, the joy to know, and so perfectly to express such love is enough. ANGELA. You mock me ! That girl — …
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…ss, stop your nose, And turn to where short lines proclaim That purity has won the game !) But stow your prudery, wives and mothers, You know as much muck as — those others ! Your modest homes are dull ; you need me ! Don’t let your husbands know ; but — read me ! SCENE I The Poet inducts his matter. I draw no picture of the Fates (Recitativo—rhyming 8s) Presiding over birth and so on. I leave the Gods alone, and go on. Sir Percival de Percivale Sat in his vast baronial hall
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…ad 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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…hy 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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… here in your dear dead father’s name. ANGELA. You stand here, Percy, for yourself — and me. CARRUTHERS. Come down ; I am your guardian. Know this ! Without me you do nought, say nought, spend nought. Obey me ! SIR PERCY. Silence, sir, I am your master. Whatever powers my father may have given To you, there’s one that I inherit from him ; Namely, to tame the insolent. Turns to Angela. Dear wife !
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62 WHY JESUS WEPT. MOLLY. Must it be now ? GLENSTRAE. Much better now. There, there ! Wish me good luck, Percy ! SIR PERCY. I know nothing of your devil’s game. Good luck ! GLENSTRAE. Caste, John Burns. (Exeunt Marquis and Molly.) LADY GLENSTRAE. Hist ! Percy, hither to me. Is no one looking ? SIR PERCY. No, there is no one here. LADY GLENSTRAE. I can cure you. I can make you strong and happy again. O what rapture ! SIR PERCY. What is it ? LADY GLENSTRAE. Here, let me give you this medicine. A little prick of pain, and then — pleasure — Oh ! (S…
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…do you, can you love me ? You promised to love me for ever. SIR PERCY. Who is this woman ? I am weary of these women. MOLLY. Sir, sir, acknowledge me. You know not what hangs on it — my honour even ! GLENSTRAE. A speech of this breed is not in the bond — but let it pass. There ! there ! MOLLY. Sir, I beseech you — for an hour — take me away. I am in terrible trouble of body and soul — danger, misery.
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… from fire. Not here — O God ! I would I were dead Under the sod ! My brain is as lead. My thoughts are as smoke. My heart is a fire ; I know not what fuel Is feeding its fury ! In vain I invoke The Lord of Desire ! He is evil and cruel. The spells of Jewry Are poured in his ear In vain : he may hear not. O would I were dumb ! For the pestilent fever That bites my blood Forces like fear These babblings : I near not The secret, nor come To my purpose for ever. A turbulent flood
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12 WHY JESUS WEPT. And yet (as before) I know I inherit The wit of the mage, The blood of the king, The age of the sage ! Ah ! all these sting Through me — this rage Is the strength of my blood, The heat of my body, The birth of my wit. To hell with the flood Of words ! Were I God, he Had made me as fit For all things as now, But added a brow Cool — O how cool ! Fool ! Fool ! Fool ! With a terrible laugh he springs out of sight down the crags. SCENE III SIR PERCY PERCIVALE, in the Hall. O the gloom of these distasteful tomes ! The horror of the…
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… to me and more also if I look at a woman again. What a fool I have been ! GLENSTRAE. Ah, my boy, you will keep clear of the old ones, I know. (Enter a footman.) These blinds down ! (The man obeys.) But a tasty little morsel like your Molly — your first love. — Eh, my lad ? There ; there, don’t be angry ! SIR PERCY. Pshaw ! You disgust me. (The footman turns to go.) GLENSTRAE, to footman. Wait ! (To Sir Percy.) would you tell her so ? SIR PERCY. If I deigned speech. GLENSTRAE. Simmons, ask Miss Tyson to step here for a moment. (Exit servant.) A…
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… circular saw in motion. SIR HERPES Z. Dear, dear ! and how was that ? SIR GRABSON J. His lordship was very fond of children, as you may know. It seems he was pursuing — it is, I am told, an innocent child’s game ! — one of the factory hands ; and — he stumbled. He was sawn slowly into no less than 38 pieces.
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…re is love articulate, vital ! I thought that only poets, not lovers, could so speak. And that poets, poor devils, speaking, could never know. “ So Percy to his Angela’s distress —” Then it is not my Molly that writes this — who is this Percy ? — not me, at all events, for there is no Angela that loves me. (A sound of sobbing in the trees.) Whom have we here ? (Advances.) ’Fore God, the most beautiful woman in the world, except my Molly ! And her scent ! O she is like some intimate tro- pical plant, luring and deadly ! — I am afraid. (He discov…
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… my lord, were it true, your liar’s lore, (Oh blasphemy !) were my young love an whore, An hag of sixty ; I were greater so. He who doth know And fears and hates, Is not as he who cares not, but creates A royal crown from an old bonnet string, A maiden from a strumpet : that is to be like God, Who from all chaos, from the husks of matter, Crusts shed off putrefaction, shakes a wing And flies ; bids flowers spring from the dull black sod, Is not the scientist to shatter Beauty by dint of microscope, But wakes a wider hope And turns all to the be…
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… 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 Baptist minister at Brixton (Mr. Chesterton executes the cake-walk), who they say is a good man, and very much blessed of the…