Adah. Surely, 't is well done. Cain. One altar may suffice; I have no offering. Adah. The fruits of the earth, the early, beautiful Blossom and bud, and bloom of flowers, and fruits; These are a goodly offering to the Lord, Given with a gentle and a contrite spirit. Cain. I have toil'd, and till'd, and sweaten in the sun According to the curse: — must I do more? The bread we eat? For what must I be grateful? For being dust, and grovelling in the dust, Till I return to dust? If I am nothing For nothing shall I be an hypocrite, And seem well-pleased with pain? For what should I Be contrite? for my father's sin, already Expiate with what we all have undergone, The ages prophesied, upon our seed. Little deems our young blooming sleeper, there, The germs of an eternal misery To myriads is within him! better 't were I snatch'd him in his sleep, and dash'd him 'gainst The rocks, than let him live to Adah. Touch not the child Oh, my God! my child! thy child! Oh, Cain ! Cain. Fear not! for all the stars, and all the power Which sways them, I would not accost yon infant With ruder greeting than a father's kiss. Adah. Then, why so awful in thy speech? Cain. 'T were better that he ceased to live, than give Endure, and, harder still, bequeath; but since 'T were better that he never had been born. I said, Adah. Oh, do not say so! Where were then the joys, The mother's joys of watching, nourishing, And loving him? Soft! he awakes. Sweet Enoch! [She goes to the child. Oh Cain! look on him; see how full of life, In the clear waters, when they are gentle, and Bless thee, boy! Cain. Adah. Surely a father's blessing may avert A reptile's subtlety. Cain. Of that I doubt; But bless him ne'er the less. It shall. |