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…ed and praised him For son’s devotion to their dear dead chief. Long, long he wept, nor brought with tears relief. He knew the loss, the old head wise and grey Well to assoil him of his spirit’s grief, The twilight dangers of a boy’s dim way, His dragons to confront, his minotaurs to slay. Yet, when he knew himself the baronet, He took good order for the house, and bore Him as beseemed the master ; none may fret All are as well bestowed as aye before. His father’s eighty was with him fourscore. His father’s old advisers well he groups Into a cl…
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…ere, 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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…ery of this world ; the fear And folly that is unattained desire ! I would be master : I, the lord of Greece : I the bright Deva of the golden sphere ; I the swift spirit of the primal fire : — All these I am, not will be. O blind ape ! All these are shapeless ; thou art but a shape, A blind, bad-blooded bat ! Ugh ! Ugh ! The snake Wriggling to death amid his burning brake Is wiser, holier, lordlier. Open, page Of the old Rabbi ! tell me of the mage ; Of him who would ; of him who dared and did ; Of him who feared and failed ; of him who fell ;…
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… 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.
1904 · PDF PAGE 89
…R 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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…t remind- er. Shall we sup ? ANGELA. Yes ; a magnum of Pol Roger, ’84 — GLENSTRAE. With a dash of brandy in it — ANGELA. Will clothe our old loves in a halo of romance again. GLENSTRAE. Ha ! Ha ! We wear well, eh ? There, there ! (Opens the car- riage door.) The Carlton. (Follows and shuts door.) Sir Percy and Molly part. The effect of his last dose is worn off : clutching his prescription, he goes off with set teeth. Molly goes the other way : to her enter a theatre-goer. MOLLY. Won’t you come with me, ducky ? THEATRE-GOER. Not to-night. See y…
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WHY JESUS WEPT 35 SIR PERCY. And you—how old are you ? ANGELA. That is a rude, rude boy ! SIR PERCY. Oh, I am so sorry, I forgot. ANGELA. I will tell you, though. I am all but twenty-two ! SIR PERCY. That is young yet. ANGELA. Ah, in your eyes I see sadness—I breathe ; I hope. Think deeply in yourself, if you love this girl ! I am older than you, to be sure ; but not so much. May be you would find my love a better thing than you think ! Do I perspire now ? Do my cheeks run down nasty wet tears ? Is my love a monotonous harping on one word ? Lov…
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…AE. Here, then, lives the pretty piece of goods Angela wrote me of. (Molly appears at doorway.) Ah ! my pretty lass, can you give a poor old man a glass of milk ? MOLLY. Yes, sir, I will fetch you one. Pray you, set you down awhile. (He sits down. She goes.) GLENSTRAE. Ugh ! Ugh ! This rheumatism at me again. I wish I had left the business to Arthur. — But there, there, one never knows. (Molly comes in with the milk.) There, there ! what have you been crying for ? MOLLY. O sir ! GLENSTRAE. I am the Marquis of Glenstrae, my pretty wench. If my n…
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…nagemot A figure bright enough to make the sun dun, Yet common — to conceive him asketh not Imagination’s waistcoat buttons undone ! Any old gentleman in any club in London.
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…here ! MOLLY. 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…
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…w. 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 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…
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…, and you hit three ” —eh ? SIR HERPES Z. Probably. At least the anatomical detail is certain. Here is a ph — SIR GRABSON J. Tush, tush, old friend, I can take your word for it. SIR HERPES Z. You have some good news to announce, I think, as well as I. SIR GRABSON J. Sad for the general commonwealth, but of particular joy in this house. The Marquis of Glenstrae had the misfortune yesterday to fall against a 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…
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…R GRABSON J. Good ! Good ! No chance of heirs failing — ha ! But a word in your ear. This morphia ? SIR HERPES Z. Not a sign of relapse, old friend, and never will be now. Sir Percy is as sound a man as lives in England — I took four other opinions. SIR GRABSON J. None as weighty as your own ! SIR HERPES Z. You are polite, very polite. Where is Carruthers ? SIR GRABSON J. He is away to Windsor — the King (they beat their foreheads eightyseven times upon the ground) knights him to-day. SIR HERPES Z. I knew he had the O.M. and the F.Z.S. ; but th…
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…r love, I love you. SIR PERCY. Ah, love, love, how I love you. This is the world ! Love ! Love ! I love you so, my darling. Oh my white golden 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 ! P…
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… mere I — Solitude to Society. And that is why I sit and spoil So much clean paper with such toil By Kandy Lake in far Ceylon. I have my old pyjamas on : I shake my soles from Britain’s dust : I shall not go there till I must ; And when I must — ah, you suppose Even I must ! — I hold my nose. Farewell, you filthy-minded people ! I know a stable from a steeple. Farewell, my decent-minded friends ! I know arc lights from candle-ends.
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…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 beautiful ; so I. Angela, wake ! The midnight hour is nigh : — Let us renew the vows of lo…
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…would say an habitual reader of the ‘ Daily Mail ’ watching nobility at lunch. In front of the board, around the table, are several dear old ladies and gentlemen, a beautiful, overdressed, languid woman, some oilily lousy, lop- eared, leprous, lack-brained, utterly loathsome tradespeople who gurgle and grin, and a sprinkling of horny-handed sons of toil, very shiny. Above, with an olive-branch in one hand and a copy of the ‘ Daily News ’ in the other, floats Mr. G. K. Chesterton in the position Padmasana, singing ‘ Beneath the Cross of Jesus ’ …