[Stretching his arms up to Heaven.]
God, am I
My brother's keeper? Witness, God in heaven,
He said it and not we—Cain's word, he said it!
FIRST WOMAN
[Kneeling by the body.]
O Father, Father, and the blood of Abel
Cries to thee!
A BLIND MAN
Is there any light here still?
I feel a hot breath on my face. The dark
Is better for us all. I am sometimes glad
They blinded me those many years ago.
Princes are princes; and God made the world
For one or two it seems. Well, I am glad
I cannot see His world.
FIRST WOMAN
[Still by the body and whispering to the others.]
Keep him away.
'Tis as we thought. The dead man is his son.
Keep him away, poor soul. He need not know.