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The ark which shall receive a remnant of The seed of Seth!
Aho. And dost thou think that we, With Cain's, the eldest born of Adam's, blood Warm in our veins, strong Cain! who was begotten In Paradise, children?
would mingle with Seth's
Seth, the last offspring of old Adam's dotage ?
No, not to save all earth, were earth in peril! Our race hath always dwelt apart from thine From the beginning, and shall do so ever. 661
Japh. I did not speak to thee, Aholibamah! Too much of the forefather whom thou vauntest
Has come down in that haughty blood which springs
From him who shed the first, and that a brother's!
But thou, my Anah! let me call thee mine, Albeit thou art not; 't is a word I cannot Part with, although I must from thee. My Anah!
But man, and was not made to judge man-
Far less the sons of God; but as our God
From out the race of Cain; the sons of
Who seek earth's daughters for their beauty?
His judgments, I reply, that the descent 750
Aza. What! though it were to save?
What he who made you glorious hath condemn'd.
Were your immortal mission safety, 't would
Oh, father! say it not.
Son! son! If that thou wouldst avoid their doom, forget
Woe, woe, woe to such
communion! Has not God made a barrier between earth And heaven, and limited each, kind to kind? Sam. Was not man made in high Jehovah's image?
Did God not love what he had made? And
Do we but imitate and emulate
That they exist: they soon shall cease to be;
Japh. Let me die with this, and them! Noah. Thou shouldst for such a thought, but shalt not; he
Who can redeems thee.
Noah. Ask him who made thee greater than myself
And mine, but not less subject to his own
Enter RAPHAEL the Archangel.
Whose seat is near the throne,
Adore and burn
In glorious homage with the elected
Your place is heaven.
The first and fairest of the sons of God,
And as your pinions bear ye back to heaven,
Think that my love still mounts with thee on high,
And thou, Azaziel! No-
May'st suffer more, not weeping: then
forget Her, whom the surges of the all-strangling deep
Can bring no pang like this. Fly! fly! Being gone, 't will be less difficult to die. Japh. Oh say not so!
Father and thou, archangel, thou! Surely celestial mercy lurks below That pure severe serenity of brow:
Let them not meet this sea without a shore, Save in our ark, or let me be no more!
Noah. Peace, child of passion, peace! 950 If not within thy heart, yet with thy tongue Do God no wrong!
Live as he wills it - die, when he ordains,
Noah. Silence, vain boy! each word of thine 's a crime.
Angel! forgive this stripling's fond despair.
Aza. He hath said it, and I say, Amen!
Then from this hour,
Shorn as ye are of all celestial power,
Japh. Alas! where shall they dwell? Hark, hark! Deep sounds, and deeper still, Are howling from the mountain's bosom: There's not a breath of wind upon the hill, Yet quivers every leaf, and drops each blossom:
Earth groans as if beneath a heavy load.
Noah. Hark, hark! the sea-birds cry! In clouds they overspread the lurid sky, And hover round the mountain, where be