CAIN-A MYSTERY: Lord Byron`s Apocalyptic Anti-Christian Drama 1821

With regard to the language of Lucifer, it was difficult for me to make him talk like a clergyman upon the same subjects; but I have done what I could to restrain him within the bounds of spiritual politeness. If he disclaims having tempted Eve in the shape of the Serpent, it is only because the book of Genesis has not the most distant allusion to anything of the kind, but merely to the Serpent in his serpentine capacity.

“Man walketh in a vain shadow”

“If Cain be blasphemous, Paradise Lost is blasphemous” (letter to Murray, Pisa, February 8, 1822)

Goethe said that “Its beauty is such as we shall not see a second time in the world” (Conversations, etc., 1874, p. 261)


The following scenes are entitled “A Mystery,” in conformity with the ancient title annexed to dramas upon similar subjects, which were styled “Mysteries, or Moralities.”The author has by no means taken the same liberties with his subject which were common formerly, as may be seen by any reader curious enough to refer to those very profane productions, whether in English, French, Italian, or Spanish. The author has endeavoured to preserve the language adapted to his characters; and where it is (and this is but rarely) taken from actual Scripture, he has made as little alteration, even of words, as the rhythm would permit. The reader will recollect that the book of Genesis does not state that Eve was tempted by a demon, but by “the Serpent;” and that only because he was “the most subtil of all the beasts of the field.” Whatever interpretation the Rabbins and the Fathers may have put upon this, I take the words as I find them, and reply, with Bishop Watson upon similar occasions, when the Fathers were quoted to him as Moderator in the schools of Cambridge, “Behold the Book!”—holding up the Scripture. It is to be recollected, that my present subject has nothing to do with the New Testament, to which no reference can be here made without anachronism.

With the poems upon similar topics I have not been recently familiar. Since I was twenty I have never read Milton; but I had read him so frequently before, that this may make little difference. Gesner’s “Death of Abel” I have never read since I was eight years of age, at Aberdeen. The general impression of my recollection is delight; but of the contents I remember only that Cain’s wife was called Mahala, and Abel’s Thirza; in the following pages I have called them “Adah” and “Zillah,” the earliest female names which occur in Genesis. They were those of Lamech’s wives: those of Cain and Abel are not called by their names. Whether, then, a coincidence of subject may have caused the same in expression, I know nothing, and care as little. I am prepared to be accused of Manicheism, or some other hard name ending in ism, which makes a formidable figure and awful sound in the eyes and ears of those who would be as much puzzled to explain the terms so bandied about, as the liberal and pious indulgers in such epithets. Against such I can defend myself, or, if necessary, I can attack in turn. “Claw for claw, as Conan said to Satan and the deevil take the shortest nails” (Waverley).

The reader will please to bear in mind what few choose to recollect, that there is no allusion to a future state in any of the books of Moses, nor indeed in the Old Testament. For a reason for this extraordinary omission he may consult Warburton’s “Divine Legation;” whether satisfactory or not, no better has yet been assigned. I have therefore supposed it new to Cain, without, I hope, any perversion of Holy Writ.

With regard to the language of Lucifer, it was difficult for me to make him talk like a clergyman upon the same subjects; but I have done what I could to restrain him within the bounds of spiritual politeness. If he disclaims having tempted Eve in the shape of the Serpent, it is only because the book of Genesis has not the most distant allusion to anything of the kind, but merely to the Serpent in his serpentine capacity.

Note—The reader will perceive that the author has partly adopted in this poem the notion of Cuvier, that the world had been destroyed several times before the creation of man. This speculation, derived from the different strata and the bones of enormous and unknown animals found in them, is not contrary to the Mosaic account, but rather confirms it; as no human bones have yet been discovered in those strata, although those of many known animals are found near the remains of the unknown. The assertion of Lucifer, that the pre-Adamite world was also peopled by rational beings much more intelligent than man, and proportionably powerful to the mammoth, etc., etc., is, of course, a poetical fiction to help him to make out his case.

I ought to add, that there is a “tramelogedia” of Alfieri, called “Abele.” I have never read that, nor any other of the posthumous works of the writer, except his Life.

Ravenna, Sept. 20, 1821.




Angel of the Lord.



  • Act I
  • Act II
  • Act III


Scene I.—The Land without Paradise.—Time, Sunrise.
Adam, Eve, Cain, Abel, Adah, Zillah, offering a Sacrifice.

Adam. God, the Eternal! Infinite! All-wise!—

Who out of darkness on the deep didst make

Light on the waters with a word—All Hail!

Jehovah! with returning light—All Hail!

Eve. God! who didst name the day, and separate

Morning from night, till then divided never—

Who didst divide the wave from wave, and call

Part of thy work the firmament—All Hail!

Abel. God! who didst call the elements into

Earth, ocean, air and fire—and with the day

And night, and worlds which these illuminate,

Or shadow, madest beings to enjoy them,

And love both them and thee—All Hail! All Hail!

Adah. God! the Eternal parent of all things!

Who didst create these best and beauteous beings,

To be belovéd, more than all, save thee—

Let me love thee and them:—All Hail! All Hail!

Zillah. Oh, God! who loving, making, blessing all,

Yet didst permit the Serpent to creep in,

And drive my father forth from Paradise,

Keep us from further evil:—Hail! All Hail!

Adam. Son Cain! my first-born—wherefore art thou silent?

Cain. Why should I speak?

Adam.‍To pray.

Cain.‍Have ye not prayed?

Adam. We have, most fervently.

Cain.‍And loudly: I

Have heard you.

Adam.‍So will God, I trust.


Adam. But thou my eldest born? art silent still?

Cain. ‘Tis better I should be so.

Adam.‍Wherefore so?

Cain. I have nought to ask.

Adam.‍Nor aught to thank for?


Adam. Dost thou not live?

Cain.‍Must I not die?


The fruit of our forbidden tree begins

To fall.

Adam. And we must gather it again.

Oh God! why didst thou plant the tree of knowledge?

Cain. And wherefore plucked ye not the tree of life?

Ye might have then defied him.

Adam.‍Oh! my son,

Blaspheme not: these are Serpent’s words.

Cain.‍Why not?

The snake spoke truth; it was the Tree of Knowledge;

It was the Tree of Life: knowledge is good,

And Life is good; and how can both be evil?

Eve. My boy! thou speakest as I spoke in sin,

Before thy birth: let me not see renewed

My misery in thine. I have repented.

Let me not see my offspring fall into

The snares beyond the walls of Paradise,

Which even in Paradise destroyed his parents.

Content thee with what is. Had we been so,

Thou now hadst been contented.—Oh, my son!

Adam. Our orisons completed, let us hence,

Each to his task of toil—not heavy, though

Needful: the earth is young, and yields us kindly

Her fruits with little labour.

Eve.‍Cain—my son—

Behold thy father cheerful and resigned—

And do as he doth.Exeunt Adam and Eve.

Zillah.‍Wilt thou not, my brother?

Abel. Why wilt thou wear this gloom upon thy brow,

Which can avail thee nothing, save to rouse

The Eternal anger?

Adah.‍My belovéd Cain

Wilt thou frown even on me?

Cain.‍No, Adah! no;

I fain would be alone a little while.

Abel, I’m sick at heart; but it will pass;

Precede me, brother—I will follow shortly.

And you, too, sisters, tarry not behind;

Your gentleness must not be harshly met:

I’ll follow you anon.

Adah.‍If not, I will

Return to seek you here.

Abel.‍The peace of God

Be on your spirit, brother!

Exeunt Abel, Zillah, and Adah.

Cain (solus).‍And this is

Life?—Toil! and wherefore should I toil?—because

My father could not keep his place in Eden?

What had I done in this?—I was unborn:

I sought not to be born; nor love the state

To which that birth has brought me. Why did he

Yield to the Serpent and the woman? or

Yielding—why suffer? What was there in this?

The tree was planted, and why not for him?

If not, why place him near it, where it grew

The fairest in the centre? They have but

One answer to all questions, “‘Twas his will,

And he is good.” How know I that? Because

He is all-powerful, must all-good, too, follow?

I judge but by the fruits—and they are bitter—

Which I must feed on for a fault not mine.

Whom have we here?—A shape like to the angels

Yet of a sterner and a sadder aspect

Of spiritual essence: why do I quake?

Why should I fear him more than other spirits,

Whom I see daily wave their fiery swords

Before the gates round which I linger oft,

In Twilight’s hour, to catch a glimpse of those

Gardens which are my just inheritance,

Ere the night closes o’er the inhibited walls

And the immortal trees which overtop

The Cherubim-defended battlements?

If I shrink not from these, the fire-armed angels,

Why should I quail from him who now approaches?

Yet—he seems mightier far than them, nor less

Beauteous, and yet not all as beautiful

As he hath been, and might be: sorrow seems

Half of his immortality. And is it

So? and can aught grieve save Humanity?

He cometh.

Enter Lucifer.


Cain.‍Spirit, who art thou?

Lucifer. Master of spirits.

Cain.‍And being so, canst thou

Leave them, and walk with dust?

Lucifer.‍I know the thoughts

Of dust, and feel for it, and with you.


You know my thoughts?

Lucifer.‍They are the thoughts of all

Worthy of thought;—’tis your immortal part

Which speaks within you.

Cain.‍What immortal part?

This has not been revealed: the Tree of Life

Was withheld from us by my father’s folly,

While that of Knowledge, by my mother’s haste,

Was plucked too soon; and all the fruit is Death!

Lucifer. They have deceived thee; thou shalt live.

Cain.‍I live,

But live to die; and, living, see no thing

To make death hateful, save an innate clinging,

A loathsome, and yet all invincible

Instinct of life, which I abhor, as I

Despise myself, yet cannot overcome—

And so I live. Would I had never lived!

Lucifer. Thou livest—and must live for ever. Think not

The Earth, which is thine outward cov’ring, is

Existence—it will cease—and thou wilt be—

No less than thou art now.

Cain.‍No less! and why

No more?

Lucifer.‍It may be thou shalt be as we.

Cain. And ye?

Lucifer.‍Are everlasting.

Cain.‍Are ye happy?

Lucifer. We are mighty.

Cain.‍Are ye happy?

Lucifer.‍No: art thou?

Cain. How should I be so? Look on me!

Lucifer.‍Poor clay!

And thou pretendest to be wretched! Thou!

Cain. I am:—and thou, with all thy might, what art thou?

Lucifer. One who aspired to be what made thee, and

Would not have made thee what thou art.


Thou look’st almost a god; and——

Lucifer.‍I am none:

And having failed to be one, would be nought

Save what I am. He conquered; let him reign!

Cain. Who?

Lucifer.‍Thy Sire’s maker—and the Earth’s.

Cain.‍And Heaven’s,

And all that in them is. So I have heard

His Seraphs sing; and so my father saith.

Lucifer. They say—what they must sing and say, on pain

Of being that which I am,—and thou art—

Of spirits and of men.

Cain.‍And what is that?

Lucifer. Souls who dare use their immortality—

Souls who dare look the Omnipotent tyrant in

His everlasting face, and tell him that

His evil is not good! If he has made,

As he saith—which I know not, nor believe—

But, if he made us—he cannot unmake:

We are immortal!—nay, he’d have us so,

That he may torture:—let him! He is great—

But, in his greatness, is no happier than

We in our conflict! Goodness would not make

Evil; and what else hath he made? But let him

Sit on his vast and solitary throne—

Creating worlds, to make eternity

Less burthensome to his immense existence

And unparticipated solitude;

Let him crowd orb on orb: he is alone

Indefinite, Indissoluble Tyrant;

Could he but crush himself, ’twere the best boon

He ever granted: but let him reign on!

And multiply himself in misery!

Spirits and Men, at least we sympathise—

And, suffering in concert, make our pangs

Innumerable, more endurable,

By the unbounded sympathy of all

With all! But He! so wretched in his height,

So restless in his wretchedness, must still

Create, and re-create—perhaps he’ll make

One day a Son unto himself—as he

Gave you a father—and if he so doth,

Mark me! that Son will be a sacrifice!

Cain. Thou speak’st to me of things which long have swum

In visions through my thought: I never could

Reconcile what I saw with what I heard.

My father and my mother talk to me

Of serpents, and of fruits and trees: I see

The gates of what they call their Paradise

Guarded by fiery-sworded Cherubim,

Which shut them out—and me: I feel the weight

Of daily toil, and constant thought: I look

Around a world where I seem nothing, with

Thoughts which arise within me, as if they

Could master all things—but I thought alone

This misery was mine. My father is

Tamed down; my mother has forgot the mind

Which made her thirst for knowledge at the risk

Of an eternal curse; my brother is

A watching shepherd boy, who offers up

The firstlings of the flock to him who bids

The earth yield nothing to us without sweat;by

My sister Zillah sings an earlier hymn

Than the birds’ matins; and my Adah—my

Own and belovéd—she, too, understands not

The mind which overwhelms me: never till

Now met I aught to sympathise with me.

‘Tis well—I rather would consort with spirits.

Lucifer. And hadst thou not been fit by thine own soul

For such companionship, I would not now

Have stood before thee as I am: a serpent

Had been enough to charm ye, as

Cain. Ah! didst thou tempt my mother?

Lucifer.‍I tempt none,

Save with the truth: was not the Tree, the Tree

Of Knowledge? and was not the Tree of Life

Still fruitful? Did I bid her pluck them not?

Did I plant things prohibited within

The reach of beings innocent, and curious

By their own innocence? I would have made ye

Gods; and even He who thrust ye forth, so thrust ye

Because “ye should not eat the fruits of life,

And become gods as we.” Were those his words?

Cain. They were, as I have heard from those who heard them,

In thunder.

Lucifer.‍Then who was the Demon? He

Who would not let ye live, or he who would

Have made ye live for ever, in the joy

And power of Knowledge?

Cain.‍Would they had snatched both

The fruits, or neither!

Lucifer.‍One is yours already,

The other may be still.

Cain.‍How so?

Lucifer.‍By being

Yourselves, in your resistance. Nothing can

Quench the mind, if the mind will be itself

And centre of surrounding things—’tis made

To sway.

Cain.‍But didst thou tempt my parents?


Poor clay—what should I tempt them for, or how?

Cain. They say the Serpent was a spirit.


Saith that? It is not written so on high:

The proud One will not so far falsify,

Though man’s vast fears and little vanity

Would make him cast upon the spiritual nature

His own low failing. The snake was the snake—

No more; and yet not less than those he tempted,

In nature being earth also—more in wisdom,

Since he could overcome them, and foreknew

The knowledge fatal to their narrow joys.

Think’st thou I’d take the shape of things that die?

Cain. But the thing had a demon?

Lucifer.‍He but woke one

In those he spake to with his forky tongue.

I tell thee that the Serpent was no more

Than a mere serpent: ask the Cherubim

Who guard the tempting tree. When thousand ages

Have rolled o’er your dead ashes, and your seed’s,

The seed of the then world may thus array

Their earliest fault in fable, and attribute

To me a shape I scorn, as I scorn all

That bows to him, who made things but to bend

Before his sullen, sole eternity;

But we, who see the truth, must speak it. Thy

Fond parents listened to a creeping thing,

And fell. For what should spirits tempt them? What

Was there to envy in the narrow bounds

Of Paradise, that spirits who pervade

Space——but I speak to thee of what thou know’st not,

With all thy Tree of Knowledge.

Cain.‍But thou canst not

Speak aught of Knowledge which I would not know,

And do not thirst to know, and bear a mind

To know.

Lucifer. And heart to look on?

Cain.‍Be it proved.

Lucifer. Darest thou look on Death?

Cain.‍He has not yet

Been seen.

Lucifer. But must be undergone.

Cain.‍My father

Says he is something dreadful, and my mother

Weeps when he’s named; and Abel lifts his eyes

To Heaven, and Zillah casts hers to the earth,

And sighs a prayer; and Adah looks on me,

And speaks not.

Lucifer.‍And thou?

Cain.‍Thoughts unspeakable

Crowd in my breast to burning, when I hear

Of this almighty Death, who is, it seems,

Inevitable. Could I wrestle with him?

I wrestled with the lion, when a boy,

In play, till he ran roaring from my gripe.

Lucifer. It has no shape; but will absorb all things

That bear the form of earth-born being.


I thought it was a being: who could do

Such evil things to beings save a being?

Lucifer. Ask the Destroyer.


Lucifer.‍The Maker—Call him

Which name thou wilt: he makes but to destroy.

Cain. I knew not that, yet thought it, since I heard

Of Death: although I know not what it is—

Yet it seems horrible. I have looked out

In the vast desolate night in search of him;

And when I saw gigantic shadows in

The umbrage of the walls of Eden, chequered

By the far-flashing of the Cherubs’ swords,

I watched for what I thought his coming; for

With fear rose longing in my heart to know

What ’twas which shook us all—but nothing came.

And then I turned my weary eyes from off

Our native and forbidden Paradise,

Up to the lights above us, in the azure,

Which are so beautiful: shall they, too, die?

Lucifer. Perhaps—but long outlive both thine and thee.

Cain. I’m glad of that: I would not have them die—

They are so lovely. What is Death? I fear,

I feel, it is a dreadful thing; but what,

I cannot compass: ’tis denounced against us,

Both them who sinned and sinned not, as an ill—

What ill?

Lucifer. To be resolved into the earth.

Cain. But shall I know it?

Lucifer.‍As I know not death,

I cannot answer.

Cain.‍Were I quiet earth,

That were no evil: would I ne’er had been

Aught else but dust!

Lucifer.‍That is a grovelling wish,

Less than thy father’s—for he wished to know!

Cain. But not to live—or wherefore plucked he not

The Life-tree?

Lucifer.‍He was hindered.

Cain.‍Deadly error!

Not to snatch first that fruit:—but ere he plucked

The knowledge, he was ignorant of Death.

Alas! I scarcely now know what it is,

And yet I fear it—fear I know not what!

Lucifer. And I, who know all things, fear nothing; see

What is true knowledge.

Cain.‍Wilt thou teach me all?

Lucifer. Aye, upon one condition.

Cain.‍Name it.


Thou dost fall down and worship me—thy Lord.

Cain. Thou art not the Lord my father worships.


Cain. His equal?

Lucifer.‍No;—I have nought in common with him!

Nor would: I would be aught above—beneath—

Aught save a sharer or a servant of

His power. I dwell apart; but I am great:—

Many there are who worship me, and more

Who shall—be thou amongst the first.

Cain.‍I never

As yet have bowed unto my father’s God.

Although my brother Abel oft implores

That I would join with him in sacrifice:—

Why should I bow to thee?

Lucifer.‍Hast thou ne’er bowed

To him?

Cain.‍Have I not said it?—need I say it?

Could not thy mighty knowledge teach thee that?

Lucifer. He who bows not to him has bowed to me.

Cain. But I will bend to neither.

Lucifer.‍Ne’er the less,

Thou art my worshipper; not worshipping

Him makes thee mine the same.

Cain.‍And what is that?

Lucifer. Thou’lt know here—and hereafter.

Cain.‍Let me but

Be taught the mystery of my being.


Where I will lead thee.

Cain.‍But I must retire

To till the earth—for I had promised——


Cain. To cull some first-fruits.


Cain.‍To offer up

With Abel on an altar.

Lucifer.‍Said’st thou not

Thou ne’er hadst bent to him who made thee?


But Abel’s earnest prayer has wrought upon me;

The offering is more his than mine—and Adah——

Lucifer. Why dost thou hesitate?

Cain.‍She is my sister,

Born on the same day, of the same womb; and

She wrung from me, with tears, this promise; and

Rather than see her weep, I would, methinks,

Bear all—and worship aught.

Lucifer.‍Then follow me!

Cain. I will.

Enter Adah.

Adah.‍My brother, I have come for thee;

It is our hour of rest and joy—and we

Have less without thee. Thou hast laboured not

This morn; but I have done thy task: the fruits

Are ripe, and glowing as the light which ripens:

Come away.

Cain.‍Seest thou not?

Adah.‍I see an angel;

We have seen many: will he share our hour

Of rest?—he is welcome.

Cain.‍But he is not like

The angels we have seen.

Adah.‍Are there, then, others?

But he is welcome, as they were: they deigned

To be our guests—will he?

Cain (to Lucifer).‍Wilt thou?

Lucifer.‍I ask

Thee to be mine.

Cain.‍I must away with him.

Adah. And leave us?


Adah.‍And me?

Cain.‍Belovéd Adah!

Adah. Let me go with thee.

Lucifer.‍No, she must not.


Art thou that steppest between heart and heart?

Cain. He is a God.

Adah.‍How know’st thou?

Cain.‍He speaks like

A God.

Adah. So did the Serpent, and it lied.

Lucifer. Thou errest, Adah!—was not the Tree that

Of Knowledge?

Adah.‍Aye—to our eternal sorrow.

Lucifer. And yet that grief is knowledge—so he lied not:

And if he did betray you, ’twas with Truth;

And Truth in its own essence cannot be

But good.

Adah.‍But all we know of it has gathered

Evil on ill; expulsion from our home,

And dread, and toil, and sweat, and heaviness;

Remorse of that which was—and hope of that

Which cometh not. Cain! walk not with this Spirit.

Bear with what we have borne, and love me—I

Love thee.

Lucifer.‍More than thy mother, and thy sire?

Adah. I do. Is that a sin, too?

Lucifer.‍No, not yet;

It one day will be in your children.


Must not my daughter love her brother Enoch?

Lucifer. Not as thou lovest Cain.

Adah.‍Oh, my God!

Shall they not love and bring forth things that love

Out of their love? have they not drawn their milk

Out of this bosom? was not he, their father,

Born of the same sole womb, in the same hour

With me? did we not love each other? and

In multiplying our being multiply

Things which will love each other as we love

Them?—And as I love thee, my Cain! go not

Forth with this spirit; he is not of ours.

Lucifer. The sin I speak of is not of my making,

And cannot be a sin in you—whate’er

It seem in those who will replace ye in


Adah.‍What is the sin which is not

Sin in itself? Can circumstance make sin

Or virtue?—if it doth, we are the slaves


Lucifer. Higher things than ye are slaves: and higher

Than them or ye would be so, did they not

Prefer an independency of torture

To the smooth agonies of adulation,

In hymns and harpings, and self-seeking prayers,

To that which is omnipotent, because

It is omnipotent, and not from love,

But terror and self-hope.


Must be all goodness.

Lucifer.‍Was it so in Eden?

Adah. Fiend! tempt me not with beauty; thou art fairer

Than was the Serpent, and as false.

Lucifer.‍As true.

Ask Eve, your mother: bears she not the knowledge

Of good and evil?

Adah.‍Oh, my mother! thou

Hast plucked a fruit more fatal to thine offspring

Than to thyself; thou at the least hast passed

Thy youth in Paradise, in innocent

And happy intercourse with happy spirits:

But we, thy children, ignorant of Eden,

Are girt about by demons, who assume

The words of God, and tempt us with our own

Dissatisfied and curious thoughts—as thou

Wert worked on by the snake, in thy most flushed

And heedless, harmless wantonness of bliss.

I cannot answer this immortal thing

Which stands before me; I cannot abhor him;

I look upon him with a pleasing fear,

And yet I fly not from him: in his eye

There is a fastening attraction which

Fixes my fluttering eyes on his; my heart

Beats quick; he awes me, and yet draws me near,

Nearer and nearer:—Cain—Cain—save me from him!

Cain. What dreads my Adah? This is no ill spirit.

Adah. He is not God—nor God’s: I have beheld

The Cherubs and the Seraphs; he looks not

Like them.

Cain.‍But there are spirits loftier still—

The archangels.

Lucifer.‍And still loftier than the archangels.

Adah. Aye—but not blesséd.

Lucifer.‍If the blessedness

Consists in slavery—no.

Adah.‍I have heard it said,

The Seraphs love most—Cherubim know most—

And this should be a Cherub—since he loves not.

Lucifer. And if the higher knowledge quenches love,

What must he be you cannot love when known?ca

Since the all-knowing Cherubim love least,

The Seraphs’ love can be but ignorance:

That they are not compatible, the doom

Of thy fond parents, for their daring, proves.

Choose betwixt Love and Knowledge—since there is

No other choice: your sire hath chosen already:

His worship is but fear.

Adah.‍Oh, Cain! choose Love.

Cain. For thee, my Adah, I choose not—It was

Born with me—but I love nought else.

Adah.‍Our parents?

Cain. Did they love us when they snatched from the Tree

That which hath driven us all from Paradise?

Adah. We were not born then—and if we had been,

Should we not love them—and our children, Cain?

Cain. My little Enoch! and his lisping sister!

Could I but deem them happy, I would half

Forget——but it can never be forgotten

Through thrice a thousand generations! never

Shall men love the remembrance of the man

Who sowed the seed of evil and mankind

In the same hour! They plucked the tree of science

And sin—and, not content with their own sorrow,

Begot me—thee—and all the few that are,

And all the unnumbered and innumerable

Multitudes, millions, myriads, which may be,

To inherit agonies accumulated

By ages!—and I must be sire of such things!

Thy beauty and thy love—my love and joy,

The rapturous moment and the placid hour,

All we love in our children and each other,

But lead them and ourselves through many years

Of sin and pain—or few, but still of sorrow,

Interchecked with an instant of brief pleasure,

To Death—the unknown! Methinks the Tree of Knowledge

Hath not fulfilled its promise:—if they sinned,

At least they ought to have known all things that are

Of knowledge—and the mystery of Deathcb.

What do they know?—that they are miserable.

What need of snakes and fruits to teach us that?

Adah. I am not wretched, Cain, and if thou

Wert happy——

Cain.‍Be thou happy, then, alone—

I will have nought to do with happiness,

Which humbles me and mine.

Adah.‍Alone I could not,

Nor would be happy; but with those around us

I think I could be so, despite of Death,

Which, as I know it not, I dread not, though

It seems an awful shadow—if I may

Judge from what I have heard.

Lucifer.‍And thou couldst not

Alone, thou say’st, be happy?

Adah.‍Alone! Oh, my God!

Who could be happy and alone, or good?

To me my solitude seems sin; unless

When I think how soon I shall see my brother,

His brother, and our children, and our parents.

Lucifer. Yet thy God is alone; and is he happy?

Lonely, and good?

Adah.‍He is not so; he hath

The angels and the mortals to make happy,

And thus becomes so in diffusing joy.

What else can joy be, but the spreading joy?cc

Lucifer. Ask of your sire, the exile fresh from Eden;

Or of his first-born son: ask your own heart;

It is not tranquil.

Adah.‍Alas! no! and you—

Are you of Heaven?

Lucifer.‍If I am not, enquire

The cause of this all-spreading happiness

(Which you proclaim) of the all-great and good

Maker of life and living things; it is

His secret, and he keeps it. We must bear,

And some of us resist—and both in vain,

His Seraphs say: but it is worth the trial,

Since better may not be without: there is

A wisdom in the spirit, which directs

To right, as in the dim blue air the eye

Of you, young mortals, lights at once upon

The star which watches, welcoming the morn.

Adah. It is a beautiful star; I love it for

Its beauty.

Lucifer.‍And why not adore?

Adah.‍Our father

Adores the Invisible only.

Lucifer.‍But the symbols

Of the Invisible are the loveliest

Of what is visible; and yon bright star

Is leader of the host of Heaven.

Adah.‍Our father

Saith that he has beheld the God himself

Who made him and our mother.

Lucifer.‍Hast thou seen him?

Adah. Yes—in his works.

Lucifer.‍But in his being?


Save in my father, who is God’s own image;

Or in his angels, who are like to thee—

And brighter, yet less beautiful and powerful

In seeming: as the silent sunny noon,

All light, they look upon us; but thou seem’st

Like an ethereal night, where long white clouds

Streak the deep purple, and unnumbered stars

Spangle the wonderful mysterious vault

With things that look as if they would be suns;

So beautiful, unnumbered, and endearing,

Not dazzling, and yet drawing us to them,

They fill my eyes with tears, and so dost thou.

Thou seem’st unhappy: do not make us so,

And I will weep for thee.

Lucifer.‍Alas! those tears!

Couldst thou but know what oceans will be shed——

Adah. By me?

Lucifer.‍By all.

Adah.‍What all?

Lucifer.‍The million millions—

The myriad myriads—the all-peopled earth—

The unpeopled earth—and the o’er-peopled Hell,

Of which thy bosom is the germ.

Adah.‍O Cain!

This spirit curseth us.

Cain.‍Let him say on;

Him will I follow.


Lucifer.‍To a place

Whence he shall come back to thee in an hour;

But in that hour see things of many days.

Adah. How can that be?

Lucifer.‍Did not your Maker make

Out of old worlds this new one in few days?

And cannot I, who aided in this work,

Show in an hour what he hath made in many,

Or hath destroyed in few?

Cain.‍Lead on.

Adah.‍Will he,

In sooth, return within an hour?

Lucifer.‍He shall.

With us acts are exempt from time, and we

Can crowd eternity into an hour,

Or stretch an hour into eternity:

We breathe not by a mortal measurement—

But that’s a mystery. Cain, come on with me.

Adah. Will he return?

Lucifer.‍Aye, woman! he alone

Of mortals from that place (the first and last

Who shall return, save One), shall come back to thee,

To make that silent and expectant world

As populous as this: at present there

Are few inhabitants.

Adah.‍Where dwellest thou?

Lucifer. Throughout all space. Where should I dwell? Where are

Thy God or Gods—there am I: all things are

Divided with me: Life and Death—and Time—

Eternity—and heaven and earth—and that

Which is not heaven nor earth, but peopled with

Those who once peopled or shall people both—

These are my realms! so that I do divide

His, and possess a kingdom which is not

His. If I were not that which I have said,

Could I stand here? His angels are within

Your vision.

Adah.‍So they were when the fair Serpent

Spoke with our mother first.

Lucifer.‍Cain! thou hast heard.

If thou dost long for knowledge, I can satiate

That thirst; nor ask thee to partake of fruits

Which shall deprive thee of a single good

The Conqueror has left thee. Follow me.

Cain. Spirit, I have said it.

Exeunt Lucifer and Cain.

Adah (follows exclaiming). Cain! my brother! Cain!

Scene I.—The Abyss of Space.

Cain. I tread on air, and sink not—yet I fear

To sink.

Lucifer. Have faith in me, and thou shalt be

Borne on the air, of which I am the Prince.

Cain. Can I do so without impiety?

Lucifer. Believe—and sink not! doubt—and perish! thus

Would run the edict of the other God,

Who names me Demon to his angels; they

Echo the sound to miserable things,

Which, knowing nought beyond their shallow senses,

Worship the word which strikes their ear, and deem

Evil or good what is proclaimed to them

In their abasement. I will have none such:

Worship or worship not, thou shalt behold

The worlds beyond thy little world, nor be

Amerced for doubts beyond thy little life,

With torture of my dooming. There will come

An hour, when, tossed upon some water-dropscd,

A man shall say to a man, “Believe in me,

And walk the waters;” and the man shall walk

The billows and be safe. I will not say,

Believe in me, as a conditional creed

To save thee; but fly with me o’er the gulf

Of space an equal flight, and I will show

What thou dar’st not deny,—the history

Of past—and present, and of future worlds.

Cain. Oh God! or Demon! or whate’er thou art,

Is yon our earth?

Lucifer.‍Dost thou not recognise

The dust which formed your father?

Cain.‍Can it be?

Yon small blue circle, swinging in far etherce,

With an inferior circlet purpler it still,

Which looks like that which lit our earthly night?

Is this our Paradise? Where are its walls,

And they who guard them?

Lucifer.‍Point me out the site

Of Paradise.

Cain.‍How should I? As we move

Like sunbeams onward, it grows small and smaller,

And as it waxes little, and then less,

Gathers a halo round it, like the light

Which shone the roundest of the stars, when I

Beheld them from the skirts of Paradise:

Methinks they both, as we recede from them,

Appear to join the innumerable stars

Which are around us; and, as we move on,

Increase their myriads.

Lucifer.‍And if there should be

Worlds greater than thine own—inhabited

By greater things—and they themselves far more

In number than the dust of thy dull earth,

Though multiplied to animated atoms,

All living—and all doomed to death—and wretched,

What wouldst thou think?

Cain.‍I should be proud of thought

Which knew such things.

Lucifer.‍But if that high thought were

Linked to a servile mass of matter—and,

Knowing such things, aspiring to such things,

And science still beyond them, were chained down

To the most gross and petty paltry wants,

All foul and fulsome—and the very best

Of thine enjoyments a sweet degradation,

A most enervating and filthy cheat

To lure thee on to the renewal of

Fresh souls and bodies, all foredoomed to be

As frail, and few so happy——

Cain.‍Spirit! I

Know nought of Death, save as a dreadful thing

Of which I have heard my parents speak, as of

A hideous heritage I owe to them

No less than life—a heritage not happy,

If I may judge, till now. But, Spirit! if

It be as thou hast said (and I within

Feel the prophetic torture of its truth),

Here let me die: for to give birth to those

Who can but suffer many years, and die—

Methinks is merely propagating Death,

And multiplying murder.

Lucifer.‍Thou canst not

All die—there is what must survive.

Cain.‍The Other

Spake not of this unto my father, when

He shut him forth from Paradise, with death

Written upon his forehead. But at least

Let what is mortal of me perish, that

I may be in the rest as angels are.

Lucifer. I am angelic: wouldst thou be as I am?

Cain. I know not what thou art: I see thy power,

And see thou show’st me things beyond my power,

Beyond all power of my born faculties,

Although inferior still to my desires

And my conceptions.

Lucifer.‍What are they which dwell

So humbly in their pride, as to sojourn

With worms in clay?

Cain.‍And what art thou who dwellest

So haughtily in spirit, and canst range

Nature and immortality—and yet

Seem’st sorrowful?

Lucifer.‍I seem that which I am;

And therefore do I ask of thee, if thou

Wouldst be immortal?

Cain.‍Thou hast said, I must be

Immortal in despite of me. I knew not

This until lately—but since it must be,

Let me, or happy or unhappy, learn

To anticipate my immortality.

Lucifer. Thou didst before I came upon thee.


Lucifer. By suffering.

Cain.‍And must torture be immortal?

Lucifer. We and thy sons will try. But now, behold!

Is it not glorious?

Cain.‍Oh thou beautiful

And unimaginable ether! and

Ye multiplying masses of increased

And still-increasing lights! what are ye? what

Is this blue wilderness of interminable

Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen

The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden?

Is your course measured for ye? Or do ye

Sweep on in your unbounded revelry

Through an aërial universe of endless

Expansion—at which my soul aches to think—

Intoxicated with eternity?

Oh God! Oh Gods! or whatsoe’er ye are!

How beautiful ye are! how beautiful

Your works, or accidents, or whatsoe’er

They may be! Let me die, as atoms die,

(If that they die), or know ye in your might

And knowledge! My thoughts are not in this hour

Unworthy what I see, though my dust is;

Spirit! let me expire, or see them nearer.

Lucifer. Art thou not nearer? look back to thine earth!

Cain. Where is it? I see nothing save a mass

Of most innumerable lights.

Lucifer.‍Look there!

Cain. I cannot see it.

Lucifer.‍Yet it sparkles still.

Cain. That!—yonder!


Cain.‍And wilt thou tell me so?

Why, I have seen the fire-flies and fire-worms

Sprinkle the dusky groves and the green banks

In the dim twilight, brighter than yon world

Which bears them.

Lucifer.‍Thou hast seen both worms and worlds,

Each bright and sparkling—what dost think of them?

Cain. That they are beautiful in their own sphere,

And that the night, which makes both beautiful,

The little shining fire-fly in its flight,

And the immortal star in its great course,

Must both be guided.

Lucifer.‍But by whom or what?

Cain. Show me.

Lucifer.‍Dar’st thou behold?

Cain.‍How know I what

I dare behold? As yet, thou hast shown nought

I dare not gaze on further.

Lucifer.‍On, then, with me.

Wouldst thou behold things mortal or immortal?

Cain. Why, what are things?

Lucifer.‍Both partly: but what doth

Sit next thy heart?

Cain.‍The things I see.

Lucifer.‍But what

Sate nearest it?

Cain.‍The things I have not seen,

Nor ever shall—the mysteries of Death.

Lucifer. What, if I show to thee things which have died,

As I have shown thee much which cannot die?

Cain. Do so.

Lucifer.‍Away, then! on our mighty wings!

Cain. Oh! how we cleave the blue! The stars fade from us!

The earth! where is my earth? Let me look on it,

For I was made of it.

Lucifer.‍’Tis now beyond thee,

Less, in the universe, than thou in it;

Yet deem not that thou canst escape it; thou

Shalt soon return to earth, and all its dust:

‘Tis part of thy eternity, and mine.

Cain. Where dost thou lead me?

Lucifer.‍To what was before thee!

The phantasm of the world; of which thy world

Is but the wreck.

Cain.‍What! is it not then new?

Lucifer. No more than life is; and that was ere thou

Or I were, or the things which seem to us

Greater than either: many things will have

No end; and some, which would pretend to have

Had no beginning, have had one as mean

As thou; and mightier things have been extinct

To make way for much meaner than we can

Surmise; for moments only and the space

Have been and must be all unchangeable.

But changes make not death, except to clay;

But thou art clay—and canst but comprehend

That which was clay, and such thou shall behold.

Cain. Clay—Spirit—what thou wilt—I can survey.

Lucifer. Away, then!

Cain.‍But the lights fade from me fast,

And some till now grew larger as we approached,

And wore the look of worlds.

Lucifer.‍And such they are.

Cain. And Edens in them?

Lucifer.‍It may be.

Cain.‍And men?

Lucifer. Yea, or things higher.

Cain.‍Aye! and serpents too?cf

Lucifer. Wouldst thou have men without them? must no reptiles

Breathe, save the erect ones?

Cain.‍How the lights recede!

Where fly we?

Lucifer.‍To the world of phantoms, which

Are beings past, and shadows still to come.

Cain. But it grows dark, and dark—the stars are gone!

Lucifer. And yet thou seest.

Cain.‍’Tis a fearful light!

No sun—no moon—no lights innumerable—

The very blue of the empurpled night

Fades to a dreary twilight—yet I see

Huge dusky masses; but unlike the worlds

We were approaching, which, begirt with light,

Seemed full of life even when their atmosphere

Of light gave way, and showed them taking shapes

Unequal, of deep valleys and vast mountains;

And some emitting sparks, and some displaying

Enormous liquid plains, and some begirt

With luminous belts, and floating moons, which took,

Like them, the features of fair earth:—instead,

All here seems dark and dreadful.

Lucifer.‍But distinct.

Thou seekest to behold Death, and dead things?

Cain. I seek it not; but as I know there are

Such, and that my sire’s sin makes him and me,

And all that we inherit, liable

To such, I would behold, at once, what I

Must one day see perforce.


Cain.‍’Tis darkness!

Lucifer. And so it shall be ever—but we will

Unfold its gates!

Cain.‍Enormous vapours roll

Apart—what’s this?


Cain.‍Can I return?

Lucifer. Return! be sure: how else should Death be peopled?

Its present realm is thin to what it will be,

Through thee and thine.

Cain.‍The clouds still open wide

And wider, and make widening circles round us!

Lucifer. Advance!

Cain.‍And thou!

Lucifer.‍Fear not—without me thou

Couldst not have gone beyond thy world. On! on!

They disappear through the clouds.

Scene II.—Hades.
Enter Lucifer and Cain.

Cain. How silent and how vast are these dim worlds!

For they seem more than one, and yet more peopled

Than the huge brilliant luminous orbs which swung

So thickly in the upper air, that I

Had deemed them rather the bright populace

Of some all unimaginable Heaven,

Than things to be inhabited themselves,cg

But that on drawing near them I beheld

Their swelling into palpable immensity

Of matter, which seemed made for life to dwell on,

Rather than life itself. But here, all is

So shadowy, and so full of twilight, that

It speaks of a day past.

Lucifer.‍It is the realm

Of Death.—Wouldst have it present?

Cain.‍Till I know

That which it really is, I cannot answer.

But if it be as I have heard my father

Deal out in his long homilies, ’tis a thing—

Oh God! I dare not think on’t! Curséd be

He who invented Life that leads to Death!

Or the dull mass of life, that, being life,

Could not retain, but needs must forfeit it—

Even for the innocent!

Lucifer.‍Dost thou curse thy father?

Cain. Cursed he not me in giving me my birth?

Cursed he not me before my birth, in daring

To pluck the fruit forbidden?

Lucifer.‍Thou say’st well:

The curse is mutual ‘twixt thy sire and thee—

But for thy sons and brother?

Cain.‍Let them share it

With me, their sire and brother! What else is

Bequeathed to me? I leave them my inheritance!

Oh, ye interminable gloomy realms

Of swimming shadows and enormous shapes,

Some fully shown, some indistinct, and all

Mighty and melancholy—what are ye?

Live ye, or have ye lived?

Lucifer.‍Somewhat of both.

Cain. Then what is Death?

Lucifer.‍What? Hath not he who made ye

Said ’tis another life?

Cain.‍Till now he hath

Said nothing, save that all shall die.


He one day will unfold that further secret.

Cain. Happy the day!

Lucifer.‍Yes; happy! when unfolded,

Through agonies unspeakable, and clogged

With agonies eternal, to innumerable

Yet unborn myriads of unconscious atoms,

All to be animated for this only!

Cain. What are these mighty phantoms which I see

Floating around me?—They wear not the form

Of the Intelligences I have seen

Round our regretted and unentered Eden;

Nor wear the form of man as I have viewed it

In Adam’s and in Abel’s, and in mine,

Nor in my sister-bride’s, nor in my children’s:

And yet they have an aspect, which, though not

Of men nor angels, looks like something, which,

If not the last, rose higher than the first,

Haughty, and high, and beautiful, and full

Of seeming strength, but of inexplicable

Shape; for I never saw such. They bear not

The wing of Seraph, nor the face of man,

Nor form of mightiest brute, nor aught that is

Now breathing; mighty yet and beautiful

As the most beautiful and mighty which

Live, and yet so unlike them, that I scarce

Can call them living.

Lucifer.‍Yet they lived.



Thou livest.


Lucifer.‍On what thou callest earth

They did inhabit.

Cain.‍Adam is the first.

Lucifer. Of thine, I grant thee—but too mean to be

The last of these.

Cain.‍And what are they?

Lucifer.‍That which

Thou shalt be.

Cain.‍But what were they?

Lucifer.‍Living, high,

Intelligent, good, great, and glorious things,

As much superior unto all thy sire

Adam could e’er have been in Eden, as

The sixty-thousandth generation shall be,

In its dull damp degeneracy, to

Thee and thy son;—and how weak they are, judge

By thy own flesh.

Cain.‍Ah me! and did they perish?

Lucifer. Yes, from their earth, as thou wilt fade from thine.

Cain. But was mine theirs?

Lucifer.‍It was.

Cain.‍But not as now.

It is too little and too lowly to

Sustain such creatures.

Lucifer.‍True, it was more glorious.

Cain. And wherefore did it fall?

Lucifer.‍Ask him who fells.

Cain. But how?

Lucifer.‍By a most crushing and inexorable

Destruction and disorder of the elements,

Which struck a world to chaos, as a chaos

Subsiding has struck out a world: such things,

Though rare in time, are frequent in eternity.—

Pass on, and gaze upon the past.

Cain.‍’Tis awful!

Lucifer. And true. Behold these phantoms! they were once

Material as thou art.

Cain.‍And must I be

Like them?

Lucifer.‍Let He who made thee answer that.

I show thee what thy predecessors are,

And what they were thou feelest, in degree

Inferior as thy petty feelings and

Thy pettier portion of the immortal part

Of high intelligence and earthly strength.

What ye in common have with what they had

Is Life, and what ye shall have—Death: the rest

Of your poor attributes is such as suits

Reptiles engendered out of the subsiding

Slime of a mighty universe, crushed into

A scarcely-yet shaped planet, peopled with

Things whose enjoyment was to be in blindness—

A Paradise of Ignorance, from which

Knowledge was barred as poison. But behold

What these superior beings are or were;

Or, if it irk thee, turn thee back and till

The earth, thy task—I’ll waft thee there in safety.

Cain. No: I’ll stay here.

Lucifer.‍How long?

Cain.‍For ever! Since

I must one day return here from the earth,

I rather would remain; I am sick of all

That dust has shown me—let me dwell in shadows.

Lucifer. It cannot be: thou now beholdest as

A vision that which is reality.

To make thyself fit for this dwelling, thou

Must pass through what the things thou seest have passed—

The gates of Death.

Cain.‍By what gate have we entered

Even now?

Lucifer.‍By mine! But, plighted to return,

My spirit buoys thee up to breathe in regions

Where all is breathless save thyself. Gaze on;

But do not think to dwell here till thine hour

Is come!

Cain.‍And these, too—can they ne’er repass

To earth again?

Lucifer.‍Their earth is gone for ever—

So changed by its convulsion, they would not

Be conscious to a single present spot

Of its new scarcely hardened surface—’twas—

Oh, what a beautiful world it was!

Cain.‍And is!

It is not with the earth, though I must till it,

I feel at war—but that I may not profit

By what it bears of beautiful, untoiling,

Nor gratify my thousand swelling thoughts

With knowledge, nor allay my thousand fears

Of Death and Life.

Lucifer.‍What thy world is, thou see’st,

But canst not comprehend the shadow of

That which it was.

Cain.‍And those enormous creatures,

Phantoms inferior in intelligence

(At least so seeming) to the things we have passed,

Resembling somewhat the wild habitants

Of the deep woods of earth, the hugest which

Roar nightly in the forest, but ten-fold

In magnitude and terror; taller than

The cherub-guarded walls of Eden—with

Eyes flashing like the fiery swords which fence them—

And tusks projecting like the trees stripped of

Their bark and branches—what were they?

Lucifer.‍That which

The Mammoth is in thy world;—but these lie

By myriads underneath its surface.


None on it?

Lucifer.‍No: for thy frail race to war

With them would render the curse on it useless—

‘Twould be destroyed so early.

Cain.‍But why war?

Lucifer. You have forgotten the denunciation

Which drove your race from Eden—war with all things,

And death to all things, and disease to most things,

And pangs, and bitterness; these were the fruits

Of the forbidden tree.

Cain.‍But animals—

Did they, too, eat of it, that they must die?

Lucifer. Your Maker told ye, they were made for you,

As you for him.—You would not have their doom

Superior to your own? Had Adam not

Fallen, all had stood.

Cain.‍Alas! the hopeless wretches!

They too must share my sire’s fate, like his sons;

Like them, too, without having shared the apple;

Like them, too, without the so dear-bought knowledge!

It was a lying tree—for we know nothing.

At least it promised knowledge at the price

Of death—but knowledge still: but what knows man?

Lucifer. It may be death leads to the highest knowledge;

And being of all things the sole thing certain,ch

At least leads to the surest science: therefore

The Tree was true, though deadly.

Cain.‍These dim realms!

I see them, but I know them not.


Thy hour is yet afar, and matter cannot

Comprehend spirit wholly—but ’tis something

To know there are such realms.

Cain.‍We knew already

That there was Death.

Lucifer.‍But not what was beyond it.

Cain. Nor know I now.

Lucifer.‍Thou knowest that there is

A state, and many states beyond thine own—

And this thou knewest not this morn.

Cain.‍But all

Seems dim and shadowy.

Lucifer.‍Be content; it will

Seem clearer to thine immortality.

Cain. And yon immeasurable liquid space

Of glorious azure which floats on beyond us,

Which looks like water, and which I should deemci

The river which flows out of Paradise

Past my own dwelling, but that it is bankless

And boundless, and of an ethereal hue—

What is it?

Lucifer. There is still some such on earth,

Although inferior, and thy children shall

Dwell near it—’tis the phantasm of an Ocean.

Cain. ‘Tis like another world; a liquid sun—

And those inordinate creatures sporting o’er

Its shining surface?

Lucifer.‍Are its inhabitants,

The past Leviathans.

Cain.‍And yon immense

Serpent, which rears his dripping mane and vasty

Head, ten times higher than the haughtiest cedar,

Forth from the abyss, looking as he could coil

Himself around the orbs we lately looked on—

Is he not of the kind which basked beneath

The Tree in Eden?

Lucifer.‍Eve, thy mother, best

Can tell what shape of serpent tempted her.

Cain. This seems too terrible. No doubt the other

Had more of beauty.

Lucifer.‍Hast thou ne’er beheld him?

Cain. Many of the same kind (at least so called)

But never that precisely, which persuaded

The fatal fruit, nor even of the same aspect.

Lucifer. Your father saw him not?

Cain.‍No: ’twas my mother

Who tempted him—she tempted by the serpent.

Lucifer. Good man! whene’er thy wife, or thy sons’ wives,

Tempt thee or them to aught that’s new or strange,

Be sure thou seest first who hath tempted them!

Cain. Thy precept comes too late: there is no more

For serpents to tempt woman to.

Lucifer.‍But there

Are some things still which woman may tempt man to,

And man tempt woman:—let thy sons look to it!

My counsel is a kind one; for ’tis even

Given chiefly at my own expense; ’tis true,

‘Twill not be followed, so there’s little lost.

Cain. I understand not this.

Lucifer.‍The happier thou!—

Thy world and thou are still too young! Thou thinkest

Thyself most wicked and unhappy—is it

Not so?

Cain. For crime, I know not; but for pain,

I have felt much.

Lucifer.‍First-born of the first man!

Thy present state of sin—and thou art evil,

Of sorrow—and thou sufferest, are both Eden

In all its innocence compared to what

Thou shortly may’st be; and that state again,

In its redoubled wretchedness, a Paradise

To what thy sons’ sons’ sons, accumulating

In generations like to dust (which they

In fact but add to), shall endure and do.—

Now let us back to earth!

Cain.‍And wherefore didst thou

Lead me here only to inform me this?

Lucifer. Was not thy quest for knowledge?

Cain.‍Yes—as being

The road to happiness!

Lucifer.‍If truth be so,

Thou hast it.

Cain.‍Then my father’s God did well

When he prohibited the fatal Tree.

Lucifer. But had done better in not planting it.

But ignorance of evil doth not save

From evil; it must still roll on the same,

A part of all things.

Cain.‍Not of all things. No—

I’ll not believe it—for I thirst for good.

Lucifer. And who and what doth not? Who covets evil

For its own bitter sake?—None—nothing! ’tis

The leaven of all life, and lifelessness.

Cain. Within those glorious orbs which we behold,

Distant, and dazzling, and innumerable,

Ere we came down into this phantom realm,

Ill cannot come: they are too beautiful.

Lucifer. Thou hast seen them from afar.

Cain.‍And what of that?

Distance can but diminish glory—they,

When nearer, must be more ineffable.

Lucifer. Approach the things of earth most beautiful,

And judge their beauty near.

Cain.‍I have done this—

The loveliest thing I know is loveliest nearest.

Lucifer. Then there must be delusion.—What is that

Which being nearest to thine eyes is still

More beautiful than beauteous things remote?

Cain. My sister Adah.—All the stars of heaven,

The deep blue noon of night, lit by an orb

Which looks a spirit, or a spirit’s world—

The hues of twilight—the Sun’s gorgeous coming—

His setting indescribable, which fills

My eyes with pleasant tears as I behold

Him sink, and feel my heart float softly with him

Along that western paradise of clouds—

The forest shade, the green bough, the bird’s voice—

The vesper bird’s, which seems to sing of love,

And mingles with the song of Cherubim,

As the day closes over Eden’s walls;—

All these are nothing, to my eyes and heart,

Like Adah’s face: I turn from earth and heaven

To gaze on it.

Lucifer.‍’Tis fair as frail mortality,

In the first dawn and bloom of young creation,

And earliest embraces of earth’s parents,

Can make its offspring; still it is delusion.

Cain. You think so, being not her brother.


My brotherhood’s with those who have no children.

Cain. Then thou canst have no fellowship with us.

Lucifer. It may be that thine own shall be for me.

But if thou dost possess a beautiful

Being beyond all beauty in thine eyes,

Why art thou wretched?

Cain.‍Why do I exist?

Why art thou wretched? why are all things so?

Ev’n he who made us must be, as the maker

Of things unhappy! To produce destruction

Can surely never be the task of joy,

And yet my sire says he’s omnipotent:

Then why is Evil—he being Good? I asked

This question of my father; and he said,

Because this Evil only was the path

To Good. Strange Good, that must arise from out

Its deadly opposite. I lately saw

A lamb stung by a reptile: the poor suckling

Lay foaming on the earth, beneath the vain

And piteous bleating of its restless dam;

My father plucked some herbs, and laid them to

The wound; and by degrees the helpless wretch

Resumed its careless life, and rose to drain

The mother’s milk, who o’er it tremulous

Stood licking its reviving limbs with joy.

Behold, my son! said Adam, how from Evil

Springs Good!

Lucifer.‍What didst thou answer?

Cain.‍Nothing; for

He is my father: but I thought, that ’twere

A better portion for the animal

Never to have been stung at all, than to

Purchase renewal of its little life

With agonies unutterable, though

Dispelled by antidotes.

Lucifer.‍But as thou saidst

Of all belovéd things thou lovest her

Who shared thy mother’s milk, and giveth hers

Unto thy children——

Cain.‍Most assuredly:

What should I be without her?

Lucifer.‍What am I?

Cain. Dost thou love nothing?

Lucifer.‍What does thy God love?

Cain. All things, my father says; but I confess

I see it not in their allotment here.

Lucifer. And, therefore, thou canst not see if I love

Or no—except some vast and general purpose,

To which particular things must melt like snows.

Cain. Snows! what are they?

Lucifer.‍Be happier in not knowing

What thy remoter offspring must encounter;

But bask beneath the clime which knows no winter.

Cain. But dost thou not love something like thyself?

Lucifer. And dost thou love thyself?

Cain.‍Yes, but love more

What makes my feelings more endurable,

And is more than myself, because I love it!

Lucifer. Thou lovest it, because ’tis beautiful,

As was the apple in thy mother’s eye;

And when it ceases to be so, thy love

Will cease, like any other appetite.

Cain. Cease to be beautiful! how can that be?

Lucifer. With time.

Cain.‍But time has passed, and hitherto

Even Adam and my mother both are fair:

Not fair like Adah and the Seraphim—

But very fair.

Lucifer.‍All that must pass away

In them and her.

Cain.‍I’m sorry for it; but

Cannot conceive my love for her the less:

And when her beauty disappears, methinks

He who creates all beauty will lose more

Than me in seeing perish such a work.

Lucifer. I pity thee who lovest what must perish.

Cain. And I thee who lov’st nothing.

Lucifer.‍And thy brother—

Sits he not near thy heart?

Cain.‍Why should he not?

Lucifer. Thy father loves him well—so does thy God.

Cain. And so do I.

Lucifer.‍’Tis well and meekly done.

Cain. Meekly!

Lucifer.‍He is the second born of flesh,

And is his mother’s favourite.

Cain.‍Let him keep

Her favour, since the Serpent was the first

To win it.

Lucifer.‍And his father’s?

Cain.‍What is that

To me? should I not love that which all love?

Lucifer. And the Jehovah—the indulgent Lord,

And bounteous planter of barred Paradise—

He, too, looks smilingly on Abel.


Ne’er saw him, and I know not if he smiles.

Lucifer. But you have seen his angels.



Sufficiently to see they love your brother:

His sacrifices are acceptable.

Cain. So be they! wherefore speak to me of this?

Lucifer. Because thou hast thought of this ere now.

Cain.‍And if

I have thought, why recall a thought that——

(he pauses as agitated)—Spirit!

Here we are in thy world; speak not of mine.

Thou hast shown me wonders: thou hast shown me those

Mighty Pre-Adamites who walked the earth

Of which ours is the wreck: thou hast pointed out

Myriads of starry worlds, of which our own

Is the dim and remote companion, in

Infinity of life: thou hast shown me shadows

Of that existence with the dreaded name

Which my sire brought us—Death;cj thou hast shown me much

But not all: show me where Jehovah dwells,

In his especial Paradise—or thine:

Where is it?

Lucifer.‍Here, and o’er all space.

Cain.‍But ye

Have some allotted dwelling—as all things;

Clay has its earth, and other worlds their tenants;

All temporary breathing creatures their

Peculiar element; and things which have

Long ceased to breathe our breath, have theirs, thou say’st;

And the Jehovah and thyself have thine—

Ye do not dwell together?

Lucifer.‍No, we reign

Together; but our dwellings are asunder.

Cain. Would there were only one of ye! perchance

An unity of purpose might make union

In elements which seem now jarred in storms.

How came ye, being Spirits wise and infinite,

To separate? Are ye not as brethren in

Your essence—and your nature, and your glory?

Lucifer. Art not thou Abel’s brother?

Cain.‍We are brethren,

And so we shall remain; but were it not so,

Is spirit like to flesh? can it fall out—

Infinity with Immortality?

Jarring and turning space to misery—

For what?

Lucifer.‍To reign.

Cain.‍Did ye not tell me that

Ye are both eternal?


Cain.‍And what I have seen—

Yon blue immensity, is boundless?


Cain. And cannot ye both reign, then?—is there not

Enough?—why should ye differ?

Lucifer.‍We both reign.

Cain. But one of you makes evil.


Cain.‍Thou! for

If thou canst do man good, why dost thou not?

Lucifer. And why not he who made? I made ye not;

Ye are his creatures, and not mine.

Cain.‍Then leave us

His creatures, as thou say’st we are, or show me

Thy dwelling, or his dwelling.

Lucifer.‍I could show thee

Both; but the time will come thou shalt see one

Of them for evermore.

Cain.‍And why not now?

Lucifer. Thy human mind hath scarcely grasp to gather

The little I have shown thee into calm

And clear thought: and thou wouldst go on aspiring

To the great double Mysteries! the two Principles!

And gaze upon them on their secret thrones!

Dust! limit thy ambition; for to see

Either of these would be for thee to perish!

Cain. And let me perish, so I see them!


The son of her who snatched the apple spake!

But thou wouldst only perish, and not see them;

That sight is for the other state.

Cain.‍Of Death?

Lucifer. That is the prelude.

Cain.‍Then I dread it less,

Now that I know it leads to something definite.

Lucifer. And now I will convey thee to thy world,

Where thou shall multiply the race of Adam,

Eat, drink, toil, tremble, laugh, weep, sleep—and die!

Cain. And to what end have I beheld these things

Which thou hast shown me?

Lucifer.‍Didst thou not require

Knowledge? And have I not, in what I showed,

Taught thee to know thyself?

Cain.‍Alas! I seem


Lucifer. And this should be the human sum

Of knowledge, to know mortal nature’s nothingness;

Bequeath that science to thy children, and

‘Twill spare them many tortures.

Cain.‍Haughty spirit!

Thou speak’st it proudly; but thyself, though proud,

Hast a superior.

Lucifer.‍No! By heaven, which he

Holds, and the abyss, and the immensity

Of worlds and life, which I hold with him—No!

I have a Victor—true; but no superior.

Homage he has from all—but none from me:

I battle it against him, as I battled

In highest Heaven—through all Eternity,

And the unfathomable gulfs of Hades,

And the interminable realms of space,

And the infinity of endless ages,

All, all, will I dispute! And world by world,

And star by star, and universe by universe,

Shall tremble in the balance, till the great

Conflict shall cease, if ever it shall cease,

Which it ne’er shall, till he or I be quenched!

And what can quench our immortality,

Or mutual and irrevocable hate?

He as a conqueror will call the conquered

Evil; but what will be the Good he gives?

Were I the victor, his works would be deemed

The only evil ones. And you, ye new

And scarce-born mortals, what have been his gifts

To you already, in your little world?

Cain. But few; and some of those but bitter.


With me, then, to thine earth, and try the rest

Of his celestial boons to you and yours.

Evil and Good are things in their own essence,

And not made good or evil by the Giver;

But if he gives you good—so call him; if

Evil springs from him, do not name it mine,

Till ye know better its true fount; and judge

Not by words, though of Spirits, but the fruits

Of your existence, such as it must be.

One good gift has the fatal apple given,—

Your reason:—let it not be overswayed

By tyrannous threats to force you into faith

‘Gainst all external sense and inward feeling:

Think and endure,—and form an inner world

In your own bosom—where the outward fails;

So shall you nearer be the spiritual

Nature, and war triumphant with your own.

They disappear.

Scene I.—The Earth, near Eden, as in Act I.

Enter Cain and Adah.

Adah. Hush! tread softly, Cain!

Cain.‍I will—but wherefore?

Adah. Our little Enoch sleeps upon yon bed

Of leaves, beneath the cypress.

Cain.‍Cypress! ’tis

A gloomy tree, which looks as if it mourned

O’er what it shadows; wherefore didst thou choose it

For our child’s canopy?

Adah.‍Because its branches

Shut out the sun like night, and therefore seemed

Fitting to shadow slumber.

Cain.‍Aye, the last—

And longest; but no matter—lead me to him.

They go up to the child.

How lovely he appears! his little cheeks,

In their pure incarnation, vying with

The rose leaves strewn beneath them.

Adah.‍And his lips, too,

How beautifully parted! No; you shall not

Kiss him, at least not now: he will awake soon—

His hour of mid-day rest is nearly over;

But it were pity to disturb him till

‘Tis closed.

Cain.‍You have said well; I will contain

My heart till then. He smiles, and sleeps!—sleep on,

And smile, thou little, young inheritor

Of a world scarce less young: sleep on, and smile!

Thine are the hours and days when both are cheering

And innocent! thou hast not plucked the fruit—

Thou know’st not thou art naked! Must the time

Come thou shalt be amerced for sins unknown,

Which were not thine nor mine? But now sleep on!

His cheeks are reddening into deeper smiles,

And shining lids are trembling o’er his long

Lashes, dark as the cypress which waves o’er them;

Half open, from beneath them the clear blue

Laughs out, although in slumber. He must dream—

Of what? Of Paradise!—Aye! dream of it,

My disinherited boy! ‘Tis but a dream;

For never more thyself, thy sons, nor fathers,

Shall walk in that forbidden place of joy!

Adah. Dear Cain! Nay, do not whisper o’er our son

Such melancholy yearnings o’er the past:

Why wilt thou always mourn for Paradise?

Can we not make another?


Adah.‍Here, or

Where’er thou wilt: where’er thou art, I feel not

The want of this so much regretted Eden.

Have I not thee—our boy—our sire, and brother,

And Zillah—our sweet sister, and our Eve,

To whom we owe so much besides our birth?

Cain. Yes—Death, too, is amongst the debts we owe her.

Adah. Cain! that proud Spirit, who withdrew thee hence,

Hath saddened thine still deeper. I had hoped

The promised wonders which thou hast beheld,

Visions, thou say’st, of past and present worlds,

Would have composed thy mind into the calm

Of a contented knowledge; but I see

Thy guide hath done thee evil: still I thank him,

And can forgive him all, that he so soon

Hath given thee back to us.

Cain.‍So soon?

Adah.‍’Tis scarcely

Two hours since ye departed: two long hours

To me, but only hours upon the sun.

Cain. And yet I have approached that sun, and seen

Worlds which he once shone on, and never more

Shall light; and worlds he never lit: methought

Years had rolled o’er my absence.

Adah.‍Hardly hours.

Cain. The mind then hath capacity of time,

And measures it by that which it beholds,

Pleasing or painful; little or almighty.

I had beheld the immemorial works

Of endless beings; skirred extinguished worlds;

And, gazing on eternity, methought

I had borrowed more by a few drops of ages

From its immensity: but now I feel

My littleness again. Well said the Spirit,

That I was nothing!

Adah.‍Wherefore said he so?

Jehovah said not that.

Cain.‍No: he contents him

With making us the nothing which we are;

And after flattering dust with glimpses of

Eden and Immortality, resolves

It back to dust again—for what?

Adah.‍Thou know’st—

Even for our parents’ error.

Cain.‍What is that

To us? they sinned, then let them die!

Adah. Thou hast not spoken well, nor is that thought

Thy own, but of the Spirit who was with thee.

Would I could die for them, so they might live!

Cain. Why, so say I—provided that one victim

Might satiate the Insatiable of life,

And that our little rosy sleeper there

Might never taste of death nor human sorrow,

Nor hand it down to those who spring from him.

Adah. How know we that some such atonement one day

May not redeem our race?

Cain.‍By sacrificing

The harmless for the guilty? what atonement

Were there? why, we are innocent: what have we

Done, that we must be victims for a deed

Before our birth, or need have victims to

Atone for this mysterious, nameless sin—

If it be such a sin to seek for knowledge?

Adah. Alas! thou sinnest now, my Cain: thy words

Sound impious in mine ears.

Cain.‍Then leave me!


Though thy God left thee.

Cain.‍Say, what have we here?

Adah. Two altars, which our brother Abel made

During thine absence, whereupon to offer

A sacrifice to God on thy return.

Cain. And how knew he, that I would be so ready

With the burnt offerings, which he daily brings

With a meek brow, whose base humility

Shows more of fear than worship—as a bribe

To the Creator?

Adah.‍Surely, ’tis 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 toiled, and tilled, and sweaten in the sun,

According to the curse:—must I do more?

For what should I be gentle? for a war

With all the elements ere they will yield

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,

And to be more than expiated by

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 ’twere

I snatched him in his sleep, and dashed him ‘gainst

The rocks, than let him live to——

Adah.‍Oh, my God!

Touch not the child—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.‍I said,

‘Twere better that he ceased to live, than give

Life to so much of sorrow as he must

Endure, and, harder still, bequeath; but since

That saying jars you, let us only say—

‘Twere better that he never had been born.

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,

Of strength, of bloom, of beauty, and of joy—

How like to me—how like to thee, when gentle—

For then we are all alike; is’t not so, Cain?

Mother, and sire, and son, our features are

Reflected in each other; as they are

In the clear waters, when they are gentle, and

When thou art gentle. Love us, then, my Cain!

And love thyself for our sakes, for we love thee.

Look! how he laughs and stretches out his arms,

And opens wide his blue eyes upon thine,

To hail his father; while his little form

Flutters as winged with joy. Talk not of pain!

The childless cherubs well might envy thee

The pleasures of a parent! Bless him, Cain!

As yet he hath no words to thank thee, but

His heart will, and thine own too.

Cain.‍Bless thee, boy!

If that a mortal blessing may avail thee,

To save thee from the Serpent’s curse!

Adah.‍It shall.

Surely a father’s blessing may avert

A reptile’s subtlety.

Cain.‍Of that I doubt;

But bless him ne’er the less.

Adah.‍Our brother comes.

Cain. Thy brother Abel.

Enter Abel.

Abel.‍Welcome, Cain! My brother,

The peace of God be on thee!

Cain.‍Abel, hail!

Abel. Our sister tells me that thou hast been wandering,

In high communion with a Spirit, far

Beyond our wonted range. Was he of those

We have seen and spoken with, like to our father?

Cain. No.

Abel.‍Why then commune with him? he may be

A foe to the Most High.

Cain.‍And friend to man.

Has the Most High been so—if so you term him?

Abel. Term him! your words are strange to-day, my brother.

My sister Adah, leave us for awhile—

We mean to sacrifice.

Adah.‍Farewell, my Cain;

But first embrace thy son. May his soft spirit,

And Abel’s pious ministry, recall thee

To peace and holiness!Exit Adah, with her child.

Abel.‍Where hast thou been?

Cain. I know not.

Abel.‍Nor what thou hast seen?

Cain.‍The dead—

The Immortal—the Unbounded—the Omnipotent—

The overpowering mysteries of space—

The innumerable worlds that were and are—

A whirlwind of such overwhelming things,

Suns, moons, and earths, upon their loud-voiced spheres

Singing in thunder round me, as have made me

Unfit for mortal converse: leave me, Abel.

Abel. Thine eyes are flashing with unnatural light—

Thy cheek is flushed with an unnatural hue—

Thy words are fraught with an unnatural sound—

What may this mean?

Cain.‍It means—I pray thee, leave me.

Abel. Not till we have prayed and sacrificed together.

Cain. Abel, I pray thee, sacrifice alone—

Jehovah loves thee well.

Abel.‍Both well, I hope.

Cain. But thee the better: I care not for that;

Thou art fitter for his worship than I am;

Revere him, then—but let it be alone—

At least, without me.

Abel.‍Brother, I should ill

Deserve the name of our great father’s son,

If, as my elder, I revered thee not,

And in the worship of our God, called not

On thee to join me, and precede me in

Our priesthood—’tis thy place.

Cain.‍But I have ne’er

Asserted it.

Abel.‍The more my grief; I pray thee

To do so now: thy soul seems labouring in

Some strong delusion; it will calm thee.


Nothing can calm me more. Calm! say I? Never

Knew I what calm was in the soul, although

I have seen the elements stilled. My Abel, leave me!

Or let me leave thee to thy pious purpose.

Abel. Neither; we must perform our task together.

Spurn me not.

Cain.‍If it must be so——well, then,

What shall I do?

Abel.‍Choose one of those two altars.

Cain. Choose for me: they to me are so much turf

And stone.

Abel.‍Choose thou!

Cain.‍I have chosen.

Abel.‍’Tis the highest,

And suits thee, as the elder. Now prepare

Thine offerings.

Cain.‍Where are thine?

Abel.‍Behold them here—

The firstlings of the flock, and fat thereof—

A shepherd’s humble offering.

Cain.‍I have no flocks;

I am a tiller of the ground, and must

Yield what it yieldeth to my toil—its fruit:

He gathers fruits.

Behold them in their various bloom and ripeness.

They dress their altars, and kindle aflame upon them.

Abel. My brother, as the elder, offer first

Thy prayer and thanksgiving with sacrifice.

Cain. No—I am new to this; lead thou the way,

And I will follow—as I may.

Abel (kneeling).‍Oh, God!

Who made us, and who breathed the breath of life

Within our nostrils, who hath blessed us,

And spared, despite our father’s sin, to make

His children all lost, as they might have been,

Had not thy justice been so tempered with

The mercy which is thy delight, as to

Accord a pardon like a Paradise,

Compared with our great crimes:—Sole Lord of light!

Of good, and glory, and eternity!

Without whom all were evil, and with whom

Nothing can err, except to some good end

Of thine omnipotent benevolence!

Inscrutable, but still to be fulfilled!

Accept from out thy humble first of shepherds’

First of the first-born flocks—an offering,

In itself nothing—as what offering can be

Aught unto thee?—but yet accept it for

The thanksgiving of him who spreads it in

The face of thy high heaven—bowing his own

Even to the dust, of which he is—in honour

Of thee, and of thy name, for evermore!

Cain (standing erect during this speech).

Spirit whate’er or whosoe’er thou art,

Omnipotent, it may be—and, if good,

Shown in the exemption of thy deeds from evil;

Jehovah upon earth! and God in heaven!

And it may be with other names, because

Thine attributes seem many, as thy works:—

If thou must be propitiated with prayers,

Take them! If thou must be induced with altars,

And softened with a sacrifice, receive them;

Two beings here erect them unto thee.

If thou lov’st blood, the shepherd’s shrine, which smokes

On my right hand, hath shed it for thy service

In the first of his flock, whose limbs now reek

In sanguinary incense to thy skies;

Or, if the sweet and blooming fruits of earth,

And milder seasons, which the unstained turf

I spread them on now offers in the face

Of the broad sun which ripened them, may seem

Good to thee—inasmuch as they have not

Suffered in limb or life—and rather form

A sample of thy works, than supplication

To look on ours! If a shrine without victim,

And altar without gore, may win thy favour,

Look on it! and for him who dresseth it,

He is—such as thou mad’st him; and seeks nothing

Which must be won by kneeling: if he’s evilck,

Strike him! thou art omnipotent, and may’st—

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

Omnipotence—but merely to endure

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?

Abel.‍Thy fruits are scattered on the earth.

Cain. From earth they came, to earth let them return;

Their seed will bear fresh fruit there ere the summer:

Thy burnt flesh-offering prospers better; see

How Heaven licks up the flames, when thick with blood!

Abel. Think not upon my offering’s acceptance,

But make another of thine own—before

It is too late.

Cain.‍I will build no more altars,

Nor suffer any——

Abel (rising).‍Cain! what meanest thou?

Cain. To cast down yon vile flatterer of the clouds,

The smoky harbinger of thy dull prayers—

Thine altar, with its blood of lambs and kids,

Which fed on milk, to be destroyed in blood.

Abel (opposing him).

Thou shalt not:—add not impious works to impious

Words! let that altar stand—’tis hallowed now

By the immortal pleasure of Jehovah,

In his acceptance of the victims.


His pleasure! what was his high pleasure in

The fumes of scorching flesh and smoking blood,

To the pain of the bleating mothers, which

Still yearn for their dead offspring? or the pangs

Of the sad ignorant victims underneath

Thy pious knife? Give way! this bloody record

Shall not stand in the sun, to shame creation!

Abel. Brother, give back! thou shalt not touch my altar

With violence: if that thou wilt adopt it,

To try another sacrifice, ’tis thine.

Cain. Another sacrifice! Give way, or else

That sacrifice may be——

Abel.‍What mean’st thou?


Give way!—thy God loves blood!—then look to it:—

Give way, ere he hath more!

Abel.‍In his great name,

I stand between thee and the shrine which hath

Had his acceptance.

Cain.‍If thou lov’st thyself,

Stand back till I have strewed this turf along

Its native soil:—else——

Abel (opposing him).‍I love God far more

Than life.

Cain (striking him with a brand, on the temples, which

he snatches from the altar). Then take thy life unto thy God,

Since he loves lives.

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 with——

What?A long pause.—Looking slowly round.

Where am I? alone! Where’s Abel? where

Cain? Can it be that I am he? My brother,

Awake!—why liest thou so long on the green earth?

‘Tis not the hour of slumber:—why so pale?

What hast thou!—thou wert full of life this morn!

Abel! I pray thee, mock me not! I smote

Too fiercely, but not fatally. Ah, why

Wouldst thou oppose me? This is mockery;

And only done to daunt me:—’twas a blow—

And but a blow. Stir—stir—nay, only stir!

Why, so—that’s well!—thou breathest! breathe upon me!

Oh God! Oh God!

Abel (very faintly). What’s he who speaks of God?

Cain. Thy murderer.

Abel.‍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? methinks——No!—no!

This 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 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 can not be dead!—Is silence death?

No; he will wake; then let me watch by him.

Life cannot be so slight, as to be quenched

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,

That I may bear to hear my own again!

Enter Zillah.

Zillah. I heard a heavy sound; what can it be?

‘Tis Cain; and watching by my husband. What

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 not;

He breathes not: and his hands drop down from mine

With stony lifelessness! Ah! cruel Cain!

Why camest thou not in time to save him from

This violence? Whatever hath assailed him,

Thou wert the stronger, and shouldst have stepped in

Between him and aggression! Father!—Eve!—

Adah!—come hither! Death is in the world!

Exit Zillah, calling on her Parents, etc.

Cain (solus) And who hath brought him there?—I—who abhor

The name of Death so deeply, that the thought

Empoisoned all my life, before I knew

His aspect—I have led him here, and given

My brother to his cold and still embrace,

As if he would not have asserted his

Inexorable claim without my aid.

I am awake at last—a dreary dream

Had maddened me;—but he shall ne’er awake!

Enter Adam, Eve, Adah, and Zillah.

Adam. A voice of woe from Zillah brings me here—

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!

Jehovah! this is punishment beyond

A mother’s sin, to take him from me!


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

Breaks through, as from a thunder-cloud! yon brand

Massy and bloody! snatched from off the altar,

And black with smoke, and red with——

Adam.‍Speak, my son!

Speak, and assure us, wretched as we are,

That we are not more miserable still.

Adah. Speak, Cain! and say it was not thou!

Eve.‍It was!

I see it now—he hangs his guilty head,

And covers his ferocious eye with hands


Adah.‍Mother, thou dost him wrong—

Cain! clear thee from this horrible accusal,

Which grief wrings from our parent.

Eve.‍Hear, Jehovah!

May the eternal Serpent’s curse be on him!

For he was fitter for his seed than ours.

May all his days be desolate! May——


Curse him not, mother, for he is thy son—

Curse him not, mother, for he is my brother,

And my betrothed.

Eve.‍He hath left thee no brother—

Zillah no husband—me no son! for thus

I curse him from my sight for evermore!

All bonds I break between us, as he broke

That of his nature, in yon——Oh Death! Death!

Why didst thou not take me, who first incurred thee?

Why dost thou not so now?

Adam.‍Eve! let not this,

Thy natural grief, lead to impiety!

A heavy doom was long forespoken to us;

And now that it begins, let it be borne

In such sort as may show our God, that we

Are faithful servants to his holy will.

Eve. (pointing to Cain).

His will! the will of yon Incarnate Spirit

Of Death, whom I have brought upon the earth

To strew it with the dead. May all the curses

Of life be on him! and his agonies

Drive him forth o’er the wilderness, like us

From Eden, till his children do by him

As he did by his brother! May the swords

And wings of fiery Cherubim pursue him

By day and night—snakes spring up in his path—

Earth’s fruits be ashes in his mouth—the leaves

On which he lays his head to sleep be strewed

With scorpions! May his dreams be of his victim!

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,

Who shall abhor thee, though thou wert their sire!

May the grass wither from thy feet! the woods

Deny thee shelter! earth a home! the dust

A grave! the sun his light! and heaven her God!

Exit Eve.

Adam. Cain! get thee forth: we dwell no more together.

Depart! and leave the dead to me—I am

Henceforth alone—we never must meet more.

Adah. Oh, part not with him thus, my father: do not

Add thy deep curse to Eve’s upon his head!

Adam. I curse him not: his spirit be his curse.

Come, Zillah!

Zillah.‍I must watch my husband’s corse.

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.‍Leave me!

Adah.‍Why, all have left thee.

Cain. And wherefore lingerest thou? Dost thou not fear

To dwell with one who hath done this?

Adah.‍I fear

Nothing except to leave thee, much as I

Shrink from the deed which leaves thee brotherless.

I must not speak of this—it is between thee

And the great God.

A Voice from within exclaims. Cain! Cain!

Adah.‍Hear’st thou that voice?

The Voice within. Cain! Cain!

Adah.‍It soundeth like an angel’s tone.

Enter the Angel of the Lord.

Angel. Where is thy brother Abel?

Cain.‍Am I then

My brother’s keeper?

Angel.‍Cain! what hast thou done?

The voice of thy slain brother’s blood cries out,

Even from the ground, unto the Lord!—Now art thou

Cursed from the earth, which opened 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,

And from the face of God shall he be hid.

A fugitive and vagabond on earth,

‘Twill come to pass, that whoso findeth him

Shall slay him.

Cain.‍Would they could! but who are they

Shall slay me? Where are these on the lone earth

As yet unpeopled?

Angel.‍Thou hast slain thy brother,

And who shall warrant thee against thy son?

Adah. Angel of Light! be merciful, nor 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

To him thou now seest so besmeared with blood?

The fratricide might well engender parricides.—

But it shall not be so—the Lord thy God

And mine commandeth me to set his seal

On Cain, so that he may go forth in safety.

Who slayeth Cain, a sevenfold vengeance shall

Be taken on his head. Come hither!


Wouldst thou with me?

Angel.‍To mark upon thy browcl

Exemption from such deeds as thou hast done.

Cain. No, let me die!

Angel.‍It must not be.

The Angel sets the mark on Cain’s brow.

Cain.‍It burns

My brow, but nought to that which is within it!

Is there more? let me meet it as I may.

Angel. Stern hast thou been and stubborn from the womb,

As the ground thou must henceforth till; but he

Thou slew’st was gentle as the flocks he tended.

Cain. After the fall too soon was I begotten;

Ere yet my mother’s mind subsided from

The Serpent, and my sire still mourned for Eden.

That which I am, I am; I did not seek

For life, nor did I make myself; but could I

With my own death redeem him from the dust—

And why not so? let him return to day,

And I lie ghastly! so shall be restored

By God the life to him he loved; and taken

From me a being I ne’er loved to bear.

Angel. Who shall heal murder? what is done, is done;

Go forth! fulfil thy days! and be thy deeds

Unlike the last!The Angel disappears.

Adah.‍He’s gone, let us go forth;

I hear our little Enoch cry within

Our bower.

Cain.‍Ah! little knows he what he weeps for!

And I who have shed blood cannot shed tears!

But the four rivers would not cleanse my soul.

Think’st thou my boy will bear to look on me?

Adah. If I thought that he would not, I would——

Cain (interrupting her).‍No,

No more of threats: we have had too many of them:

Go to our children—I will follow thee.

Adah. I will not leave thee lonely with the dead—

Let us depart together.

Cain.‍Oh! thou dead

And everlasting witness! whose unsinking

Blood darkens earth and heaven! what thou now art

I know not! but if thou seest what I am,

I think thou wilt forgive him, whom his God

Can ne’er forgive, nor his own soul.—Farewell!

I must not, dare not touch what I have made thee.

I, who sprung from the same womb with thee, drained

The same breast, clasped thee often to my own,

In fondness brotherly and boyish, I

Can never meet thee more, nor even dare

To do that for thee, which thou shouldst have done

For me—compose thy limbs into their grave—

The first grave yet dug for mortality.

But who hath dug that grave? Oh, earth! Oh, earth!

For all the fruits thou hast rendered to me, I

Give thee back this.—Now for the wilderness!

Adah stoops down and kisses the body of Abel.

Adah. A dreary, and an early doom, my brother,

Has been thy lot! Of all who mourn for thee,

I alone must not weep. My office is

Henceforth to dry up tears, and not to shed them;

But yet of all who mourn, none mourn like me,

Not only for thyself, but him who slew thee.

Now, Cain! I will divide thy burden with thee.

Cain. Eastward from Eden will we take our way;

‘Tis the most desolate, and suits my steps.

Adah. Lead! thou shalt be my guide, and may our God

Be thine! Now let us carry forth our children.

Cain. And he who lieth there was childless! I

Have dried the fountain of a gentle race,

Which might have graced his recent marriage couch,

And might have tempered this stern blood of mine,

Uniting with our children Abel’s offspring!

O Abel!

Adah.‍Peace be with him!

Cain.‍But with me!——


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