Noah. Not ye in all your glory can redeem
What he who made you glorious hath condemned.490
Were your immortal mission safety, 'twould
Be general, not for two, though beautiful;
And beautiful they are, but not the less
Condemned.
Japh.Oh, father! say it not.
Noah.Son! son!
If that thou wouldst avoid their doom, forget
That they exist: they soon shall cease to be,