Besides the superstitious search of signs
In merest accidents of earth and air,
They cause, I think, a sort of jealousy—
Ill-blood. Hark, now!
Eve. O God, whose cry is that?
Abel, where is my Abel?
Adam. Cain! what, Cain!
Scene IX.
Cain alone with the body of Abel.
Cain. What! fallen? so quickly down—so easily felled,
And so completely? Why, he does not move.