Cain. Abel, I pray thee, sacrifice alone Jehovah loves thee well. Abel. 189 Both well, I hope. Cain. But thee the better: I care not for that; Thou art fitter for his worship than I am; Abel. No; Nothing can calm me more. Calm! say I? Never Knew I what calm was in the soul, although I have seen the elements still'd. My Abel, leave me ! The firstlings of the flock, and fat thereof – fruit: [They dress their altars, and kindle a flame upon them. Abel. My brother, as the elder, offer Thy prayer and thanksgiving with sacrifice. Cain. No-I am new to this; lead thou the way, And I will follow - as I may. Oh God ! Who made us, and who breathed the breath Of good, and glory, and eternity; First of the first-born flocks - an offering, own Even to the dust, of which he is, in honour evil; Jehovah upon earth! and God in heaven! For what can he oppose? If he be good, Strike him, or spare him, as thou wilt! since all Rests upon thee; and good and evil seem To have no power themselves, save in thy will; And whether that be good or ill I know not, Not being omnipotent, nor fit to judge Its mandate; which thus far I have endured. [The fire upon the altar of ABEL kindles into a column of the brightest flame, and ascends to heaven; while a whirlwind throws down the altar of CAIN, and scatters the fruits abroad upon the earth. Abel (kneeling). Oh, brother, pray! Jehovah's wroth with thee. Cain. Why so? 280 Abel. Thy fruits are scatter'd on the earth. Cain. From earth they came, to earth let them return; Let me see, doth it beat? methinks - No! no! This is a vision, else I am become [Puts his hand to his brow, and then looks at it. And yet there are no dews! 'Tis blood my blood My brother's and my own, and shed by me! Then what have I further to do with life, Since I have taken life from my own flesh? But he cannot be dead! Is silence death? Cain (solus). And who hath brought him there?-I- who abhor The name of Death so deeply, that the thought Empoison'd all my life before I knew I am awake at last. a dreary dream Had madden'd me; - but he shall ne'er awake! Enter ADAM, Eve, ADAH, and Zillah. Adam. A voice of woe from Zillah brings me here. 380 What do I see? 'Tis true! My son! my son ! Woman, behold the serpent's work, and thine! [TO EVE. Eve. Oh! speak not of it now; the serpent's fangs Are in my heart. My best beloved, Abel! Who, Or what hath done this deed? — speak, Cain, since thou Wert present; was it some more hostile angel, Who walks not with Jehovah? or some wild Brute of the forest? Eve. Ah! a livid light 390 Breaks through, as from a thunder-cloud! yon brand, Massy and bloody! snatch'd from off the On which he lays his head to sleep be strew'd With scorpions! May his dreams be of his victim! 430 His waking a continual dread of death! May the clear rivers turn to blood as he Stoops down to stain them with his raging lip! May every element shun or change to him! May he live in the pangs which others die with! And death itself wax something worse than death To him who first acquainted him with man! Hence, fratricide! henceforth that word is Cain, Through all the coming myriads of mankind, Adam. We will return again, when he is gone Who hath provided for us this dread office. Come, Zillah! Zillah. Yet one kiss on yon pale clay, And those lips once so warm — my heart! my heart! [Exeunt ADAM and ZILLAH, weeping. Adah. Cain! thou hast heard, we must go forth. I am ready, So shall our children be. I will bear Enoch, And you his sister. Ere the sun declines Let us depart, nor walk the wilderness Under the cloud of night. — Nay, speak to me, To me thine own. Cain. Adah. Leave me ! Why, all have left thee. Cain. And wherefore lingerest thou? Cursed from the earth, which open'd late her mouth To drink thy brother's blood from thy rash hand. Henceforth, when thou shalt till the ground, it shall not Yield thee her strength; a fugitive shalt thou Be from this day, and vagabond on earth! Adah. This punishment is more than he can bear. Behold, thou drivest him from the face of earth, 480 And from the face of God shall he be hid. Would they could! but say That this poor aching breast now nourishes A murderer in my boy, and of his father. Angel. Then he would but be what his father is. Did not the milk of Eve give nutriment 490 To him thou now see'st so besmear'd with blood? The fratricide might well engender parricides. But it shall not be so- the Lord thy God Be taken on his head. Come hither! Wouldst thou with me? Angel. What To mark upon thy brow Exemption from such deeds as thou hast done. |