Go forth! fulfil thy days! and be thy deeds
Unlike the last![The Angel disappears.
Adah.He's gone, let us go forth;
I hear our little Enoch cry within
Our bower.
Cain.Ah! little knows he what he weeps for!520
And I who have shed blood cannot shed tears!
But the four rivers[137] would not cleanse my soul.
Think'st thou my boy will bear to look on me?
Adah. If I thought that he would not, I would——