I am ready,
So shall our children be.
So shall our children be.
Byron
_Adam_. I curse him not: his spirit be his curse.
Come, Zillah!
_Zillah_. I must watch my husband's corse[135]. 450
_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. 460
_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_.
