Cain. Alas! my mother,
I know not; there are mysteries in your heart
Which I profess not knowledge of: it may be
That this is so; if so, may God reveal it.
Have faith you too in my heart’s secrets; yea,
All I can say, alas, is that to me,
As I now comprehend it, this were sin.
Atonement—no: not that, but punishment.
But what avails to talk? talk as we will,
As yet we shall not know each other’s hearts;