Let me not talk, but act. Farewell, for ever.
Scene XII.
Adam and Cain.
Cain. This is the history then, my father, is it?
This is the perfect whole?
Adam. My son, it is.
And whether a dream, or if it were a dream,
A transcript of an inward spiritual fact
(As you suggest, and I allow, might be),
Not the less true because it was a dream.
I know not—O my Cain, I cannot tell,