And what was meant to be be brought to pass.
Oh but, my Abel and my Cain, e’en so
You shall not be forgotten nor unknown.
Scene XI.
Cain and Eve.
Cain. I am come. Curse me;
Curse Cain, my mother, ere he goes. He waits.
Eve. Who? What is this?
Oh Abel! O my gentle, holy child,
My perfect son!
Monster! and did I bear thee too?