|Cain Monologue by Lord Byron|
- ADAH: 'Twere better that he never had been born?
- Oh, do not say so! Where were then the joys,
- The mother's joys of watching, nourishing,
- And loving him? Soft! he awakes. Sweet Enoch!
- Oh, Cain! look on him; see how full of life,
- Of strength, of bloom, of beauty, and of joy
- How like to mehow like to thee, when gentle
- For then we are all alike; is't not so, Cain?
- Mother, and sire, and son, our features are
- Reflected in each other; as they are
- In the clear water, when they are gentle, and
- When thou art gentle. Love us, then, my Cain!
- And love thyself for our sakes, for we love thee.
- Look! how he laughs and stretches out his arms,
- And opens wide his blue eyes upon thine,
- To hail his father; while his little form
- Flutters as winged with joy. Talk not of pain!
- The childless cherubs well might envy thee
- The pleasures of a parent! Bless him, Cain!
- As yet he hath no words to thank thee, but
- His heart will, and thine own too.
Credits: Reprinted from Lord Byron: Six Plays. Lord Byron. Los Angeles: Black Box Press, 2007.