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Willi my own death redeem him from thedust —
And why not so ? let him return to day ,
And I Lie ghastly! so shall he restoredBy God the life to him he loved : and takenFrom me a being I ne’er loved to bear.
Angel
Who shall heal murder? what is done isdone.
Go forth ! fulfil thy days! and be thy deedsUnlike the last!
(The Angel disappears.)
Adah.
He ’s gone, let us go forth;
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 mysoul.
Think’st thou my boy will bear to look on me ?
The four rivers" which flowed round Eden,