The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 5: PoetryByron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
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The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 5: Poetry
Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
English drama; English poetry
_Cain_. But not to live--or wherefore plucked he not
The Life-tree?
_Lucifer_. He was hindered.
_Cain_. Deadly error!
Not to snatch first that fruit:--but ere he plucked
The knowledge, he was ignorant of Death.
Alas! I scarcely now know what it is,
And yet I fear it--fear I know not what!
_Lucifer_. And I, who know all things, fear nothing; see 300
What is true knowledge.
_Cain_. Wilt thou teach me all?
_Lucifer_. Aye, upon one condition.
_Cain_. Name it.
_Lucifer_. That
Thou dost fall down and worship me--thy Lord.
_Cain_. Thou art not the Lord my father worships.
_Lucifer_. No.
_Cain_. His equal?
_Lucifer_. No;--I have nought in common with him!
Nor would: I would be aught above--beneath--
Aught save a sharer or a servant of
His power. I dwell apart; but I am great:--
Many there are who worship me, and more
Who shall--be thou amongst the first.
_Cain_. I never 310
As yet have bowed unto my father's God.
Although my brother Abel oft implores
That I would join with him in sacrifice:--
Why should I bow to thee?
_Lucifer_. Hast thou ne'er bowed
To him?
_Cain_. Have I not said it?--need I say it?
Could not thy mighty knowledge teach thee that?
_Lucifer_. He who bows not to him has bowed to me.[104]
_Cain_. But I will bend to neither.
_Lucifer_. Ne'er the less,
Thou art my worshipper; not worshipping
Him makes thee mine the same.
_Cain_. And what is that? 320
_Lucifer_. Thou'lt know here--and hereafter.
_Cain_. Let me but
Be taught the mystery of my being.
_Lucifer_. Follow
Where I will lead thee.
_Cain_. But I must retire
To till the earth--for I had promised----
_Lucifer_. What?
_Cain_. To cull some first-fruits.
_Lucifer_. Why?
_Cain_. To offer up
With Abel on an altar.
_Lucifer_. Said'st thou not
Thou ne'er hadst bent to him who made thee?
_Cain_. Yes--
But Abel's earnest prayer has wrought upon me;
The offering is more his than mine--and Adah----
_Lucifer_. Why dost thou hesitate?
_Cain_. She is my sister, 330
Born on the same day, of the same womb; and
She wrung from me, with tears, this promise; and
Rather than see her weep, I would, methinks,
Bear all--and worship aught.
_Lucifer_. Then follow me!
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