Cain.Are ye happy?
Lucifer. We are mighty.
Cain.Are ye happy?
Lucifer.No: art thou?
Cain. How should I be so? Look on me!
Lucifer.Poor clay!
And thou pretendest to be wretched! Thou!
Cain. I am:—and thou, with all thy might, what art thou?
Lucifer. One who aspired to be what made thee, and
Would not have made thee what thou art.