University of Virginia Library

ACT II.

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-drops,
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 ether,
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 dwells
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.

Cain.
How?

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!

Lucifer.
Yea.

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 shalt 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?

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.

Lucifer.
Behold!

Cain.
'Tis darkness!

Lucifer.
And so it shall be ever—but we will
Unfold its gates!

Cain.
Enormous vapours roll
Apart—what's this?

Lucifer.
Enter!

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,
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.

Lucifer.
Perhaps
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.

Cain.
Where?

Lucifer.
Where
Thou livest.

Cain.
When?

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.

Cain.
But
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,
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.

Lucifer.
Because
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 deem
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.

Lucifer.
Mortal!
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.

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

Lucifer.
But you have seen his angels.

Cain.
Rarely.

Lucifer.
But
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; 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?

Lucifer.
Yea!

Cain.
And what I have seen—
Yon blue immensity, is boundless?

Lucifer.
Aye.

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.

Lucifer.
Which?

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!

Lucifer.
There
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 shalt 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
Nothing.

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.

Lucifer.
Back
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.