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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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…write poetry. Yes, that, first. (Goes to table and takes pen and paper.) In praise of — what is your medicine called, dear Marchioness ? LADY GLENSTRAE. Who calls me ? What is it ? Leave me alone ! SIR PERCY. Tell me, dear Lady — Maud ! LADY GLENSTRAE. Ah ! you are the boy. SIR PERCY. Your boy, queen ! LADY GLENSTRAE. Oh, yes, my boy. SIR PERCY. What is this medicine called ?
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…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 ! (She bends caressingly over the arm of Sir Percy de Percivale, and stabs it with a needle.)
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…do I care ? I am tired, I tell you. GLENSTRAE. You see, Molly, I told you true. MOLLY, turns to the Marchioness and kneels by her. O, my lady Marchioness ! You are a great lady. Spare me this shame, your lord’s shame, your own shame... LADY GLENSTRAE. Take her away. Less light ! GLENSTRAE. Ha ! Ha ! SIR PERCY. I cannot see your humour, Glenstrae — forgive me so far ! And to tell the truth of it, I can do nothing and care to do less. GLENSTRAE. Come, Molly ! MOLLY. Must I, must I ? Oh, sir, have pity ! GLENSTRAE. A bargain’s a bargain — but ther…
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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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…gerbread ; they are the flatulence of calf-sickness. I thought I had taught the boy more sense. He weakens, and I weary. As you will, my Lady Glenstrae ! Hortense ! (Hortense enters with a glass of brandy.) Brandy ! HORTENSE. Here, milady. ANGELA. Not enough, you she-devil. More ! More ! Exit. Angela falls back to sleep. SCENE XI Paris. ANGELA, LORD and LADY GLENSTRAE, SIR PERCY DE PERCIVALE. ANGELA. You will not believe what I tell you ? These friends will tell you what I mean, and if I mean it ! You had your dis- missal this morning. Never da…
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…. And a lot of good that does ! Enter, on the pavement, the Marquis of Glenstrae, in his fur coat. The occupant of the carriage, Angela, Lady Baird, recognises him and leans out to greet him. GLENSTRAE. Ah, my dear lady, how do you do this cold weather ? ANGELA. Well, very well, thank you — and you ?
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…ER NOTE The silly cavillers now observe that this is no solution of the difficulty, Sir P. Percivale being English. This is absurd : (I) Lady Percivale is just as likely to have remained virgo intacta as any other mother : (2) The English law, cognisant of the dilemma set forth above, permits the use of a poker in the relations of man and wife : (3) If God’s Grace can break a habit, it can surely rupture a hymen.
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D E D IC AT IO M INO R My dear Lady S…, I quite agree with your expressed opinion that no true gentleman would (with or without reason) compare any portion of your ladyship’s anatomy to a piece of wet chamois- leather ; the best I can do to repair his rudeness is to acknow- ledge the notable part your ladyship played in the conception of this masterpiece by the insertion of as much of your name as my lawyers will permit me. I am your ladyship’s most humble and obedient servant, ALEISTER CROWLEY.
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…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—ah ? SIR HERPES Z. Ah !
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46 WHY JESUS WEPT. CARRUTHERS. I warn you, Lady Baird. The laws calls this abduction. ANGELA. Pish ! the law ! Go, my dear (Whispers) husband — ah ! how proud you look ! Come when you will ! CARRUTHERS. Sir Percy Percivale ! I stand 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 tha…
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… Brother (Plymouth). A conscientious Chemist. A Theatre-Goer. Large but unseen body of retainers. MAUD, MARCHIONESS OF GLENSTRAE ANGELA, LADY BAIRD .......................... HORTENSE .......................................... Her maid. MOLLY TYSON ...................................... Daughter of Tyson. Agéd (Plymouth) Sisters, etc., etc. The action of the play occupies 3 years.
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… 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 PERCY. I die ! I die ! ANGELA. Thy flower-life is shed Into eternity, A waveless lake.
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…ore. 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 — do you in truth love her ? She is most beautiful.
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… Marquisate should die out, will bestow it on the same lucky young fellow. SIR HERPES Z. This is marvellous news ! SIR GRABSON J. Again, Lady Baird has just perished in awful agony. Having suffered for twenty years from a hideous and incu- rable disease, she brought matters to a climax last night by falling into a barrel of boiling sulphuric acid. SIR HERPES Z. How so ? SIR GRABSON J. It was her bath-night. SIR HERPES Z. An ! enamel ! But why did it hurt her ? SIR GRABSON J. (Impressively.) It is the finger of God !
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WHY JESUS WEPT 59 LADY GLENSTRAE. Pull down the blinds. GLENSTRAE. Certainly, certainly, my dear, I will ring. (Rings.) SIR PERCY. I am sick and sane now. God do so 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 foo…
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…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 ! my horse, l…
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…nthem in those eyes. By God, lad, you are wonderful ! SIR PERCY. What would you say ? ANGELA. What would I not do ? Listen, I am Angela, Lady Baird. I am rich. That wealth now for the first time yields me some pleasure. The moon rises late, after ten o’clock : you shall come with me. We are — neighbours, are we not ? You shall come to my castle, I say ; there I will prepare all for you and your young bride : my chaplain shall marry you at midnight ; my name and power shall shield you from all mischance. SIR PERCY. I am my own master. ANGELA. Yo…
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8 WHY JESUS WEPT. Hear an awakening spirit’s a. b, ab ! but Let not thy Mediaeval logic thrust us Into contempt ; nor, lady, can we trust us Wholly to thy most pardonable failing, Sentiment ; one will rot, the other rust us. Let us just listen to the spirit ailing : — ’Tis like a God in bliss, or like a damned soul wailing ! (A word to bid you notice with what mastery Of technique that last stanza there was written. I risk a poet’s license on one cast, Ery ! (Pet name for thee, Eros !) The lines are smitten Into due harmony double-rhymed, well …
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…lden heart of glory ! MOLLY. I love you, love you so. SIR PERCY. Ah, God ! I love you ! I shall faint with love. I love you so. (Angela, Lady Baird, is discovered behind the trees. She suffers the torments of hell.) ANGELA, While the duet continues. Ah ! if there were a devil to buy souls, Of if I had not sold mine ! Quick bargain, God ! Hell catch the jade ! Blister her fat red cheeks ! Rot her snub nose ! Poison devour her guts ! Wither her fresh clean face with old grey scabs, And venomous ulcers gnaw the baby breasts ! Vermin upon her ! Inf…