EVE. I see you will put it off until tomorrow.
ADAM. And you? Will you die the moment you have made a new Eve?
EVE. Why should I? Are you eager to be rid of me? Only just now you wanted me to sit still and never move lest I should stumble and die like the fawn. Now you no longer care.
ADAM. It does not matter so much now.
EVE [angrily to the snake] This death that you have brought into the garden is an evil thing. He wants me to die.
THE SERPENT [to Adam] Do you want her to die?
ADAM. No. It is I who am to die. Eve must not die before me. I should be lonely.
EVE. You could get one of the new Eves.
ADAM. That is true. But they might not be quite the same. They could not: I feel sure of that. They would not have the same memories. They would be—I want a word for them.
THE SERPENT. Strangers.