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SCENE IV.
Adam, solus.
He's gone;—but were his pray'rs more fervent still,
Great God! thou wilt not deign to grant them.
—What dreadful horrors shake my soul agen!
The faintness ceases, and o'er all my heart
Rush wild affright and terrible dismay,
And in their rear bring death.—I feel it now.—
As yet, with trembling steps, I walk the earth;
Soon to be mixt with it agen for ever.
But should my dearest Eve, my children too;—
Should they behold my death.—O dreadful thought!
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Of my corrupt and livid body.—Eve,
My soul's best darling; soft, affectionate
Companion of creation; thou perhaps
With me created, with me too shalt die.
That knowest thou alone, O God supreme,
Thou whose just vengeance pour'd the wrathful doom;
Whose rigours I shall straitly undergo.
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