Abel (very faintly). What's he who speaks of God?
Abel.Then may God forgive him! Cain,
Comfort poor Zillah:—she has but one brother
Now.[Abel dies.
Cain. And I none!—Who makes me brotherless?
His eyes are open! then he is not dead!
Death is like sleep[132]; and sleep shuts down our lids.
His lips, too, are apart; why then he breathes;
And yet I feel it not.—His heart!—his heart!—340