_Japh._ It is for _him_, then! for the Seraph thou Hast left me! That is nothing, if thou hast not Left thy God too! for unions like to these, Between a mortal and an immortal, cannot 370 Be happy or be hallowed. We are sent Upon the earth to toil and die; and they Are made to minister on high unto The Highest: but if he can _save_ thee, soon The hour will come in which celestial aid Alone can do so. _Anah_. Ah! he speaks of Death. _Sam._ Of death to _us_! and those who are with us! But that the man seems full of sorrow, I Could smile. _Japh._ I grieve not for myself, nor fear. I am safe, not for my own deserts, but those 380 Of a well-doing sire, who hath been found Righteous enough to save his children. Would His power was greater of redemption! or That by exchanging my own life for hers, Who could alone have made mine happy, she, The last and loveliest of Cain's race, could share The ark which shall receive a remnant of The seed of Seth! _Aho._ And dost thou think that we, With Cain's, the eldest born of Adam's, blood Warm in our veins,--strong Cain! who was begotten 390 In Paradise[152],--would mingle with Seth's children? Seth, the last offspring of old Adam's dotage? No, not to save all Earth, were Earth in peril! Our race hath always dwelt apart from thine From the beginning, and shall do so ever. _Japh._ I did not speak to thee, Aholibamah! Too much of the forefather whom thou vauntest Has come down in that haughty blood which springs From him who shed the first, and that a brother's! But thou, my Anah! let me call thee mine, 400 Albeit thou art not; 'tis a word I cannot Part with, although I must from thee. My Anah! Thou who dost rather make me dream that Abel Had left a daughter, whose pure pious race Survived in thee, so much unlike thou art The rest of the stem Cainites, save in beauty, For all of them are fairest in their favour---- _Aho._ (_interrupting him_). And would'st thou have her like our father's foe In mind, in soul? If _I_ partook thy thought, And dreamed that aught of _Abel_ was in _her_!-- 410 Get thee hence, son of Noah; thou makest strife. _Japh._ Offspring of Cain, thy father did so! _Aho._ But He slew not Seth: and what hast thou to do With other deeds between his God and him? _Japh._ Thou speakest well: his God hath judged him, and I had not named his deed, but that thyself Didst seem to glory in him, nor to shrink From what he had done.