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His pleasure! what was his high pleasure in
With violence: if that thou wilt adopt it,
Cain. Another sacrifice! Give way, or else
What mean'st thou ?
GiveGive way!-thy God loves blood !—then look to it :— Give way, ere he hath more!
If thou lov'st thyself,
I love God far more
Cain (striking him with a
Since he loves lives.
brand, on the temples, which he snatches from the altar). Then take thy life unto thy God,
Abel (falls). What hast thou done, my brother? Cain. Brother! Abel. Oh, God! receive thy servant, and Forgive his slayer, for he knew not what He did-Cain, give me give me thy hand; and tell Poor Zillah
Cain (after a moment's stupefaction). My hand! 'tis all red, and withWhat?
[A long pause.-Looking slowly round. Where am I? alone! Where 's Abel ? where
Cain? Can it be that I am he? My brother,
Why, so that 's well!--thou breath'st! breathe upon
Oh, God! Oh, God!
Abel (very faintly). What's he who speaks of
Cain. Thy murderer.
Then may God forgive him! Cain, Comfort poor Zillah :-she has but one brother Now.
[ABEL dies. Cain. And I none !-Who makes me brotherless ? His eyes are open! then he is not dead! Death is like sleep; and sleep shuts down our lids. His lips, too, are apart; why then he breathes; And yet I feel it not.-His heart!-his heart! Let me see, doth it beat? methinksThis is a vision, else I am become The native of another and worse world.
The earth swims round me:-what is this ?-'tis wet;
[Puts his hand to his brow, and then looks at it. And yet there are no dews! 'Tis blood-my bloodMy 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? No; he will wake; then let me watch by him. Life cannot be so slight, as to be quench'd Thus quickly!—he hath spoken to me since— What shall I say to him ?-My brother!-No: He will not answer to that name; for brethren Smite not each other. Yet-yet-speak to me.
Oh! for a word more of that gentle voice,
Zillah. I heard a heavy sound; what can it be? *Tis Cain; and watching by my husband. What 359 Dost thou there, brother? Doth he sleep? Oh, heaven! What means this paleness, and yon stream ?—No, no! It is not blood; for who would shed his blood? Abel! what's this ?-who hath done this? He moves
He breathes not: and his hands drop down from mine
The name of Death so deeply, that the thought
His aspect I have led him here, and given
FROM THE DEFORMED
THE TRANSFORMATION INTO THE SHAPE OF ACHILLES
Of Thetis's boy!
Who sleeps in the meadow
Whose grass grows o'er Troy:
Till the rose in his cheek
Now turn into eyes!
Of blood take the guise!
Be his long flowing hair,
As thou wavest in air!
Of mould, in which grew
And drank the best dew!
Which clay can compound,
On earth to be found!
We'll have one more endeavour
Or break or climb o'er
As mounts each firm foot,
And down with the keys! In old Rome, the seven-hilly, 'We'll revel at ease.