em, and walk with dust?

_Lucifer_. I know the thoughts 100
Of dust, and feel for it, and with you.

_Cain_. How!
You know my thoughts?

_Lucifer_. They are the thoughts of all
Worthy of thought;--'tis your immortal part[98]
Which speaks within you.

_Cain_. What immortal part?
This has not been revealed: the Tree of Life
Was withheld from us by my father's folly,
While that of Knowledge, by my mother's haste,
Was plucked too soon; and all the fruit is Death!

_Lucifer_. They have deceived thee; thou shalt live.

_Cain_. I live,
But live to die; and, living, see no thing 110
To make death hateful, save an innate clinging,
A loathsome, and yet all invincible
Instinct of life, which I abhor, as I
Despise myself, yet cannot overcome--
And so I live. Would I had never lived!

_Lucifer_. Thou livest--and must live for ever. Think not
The Earth, which is thine outward cov'ring, is
Existence--it will cease--and thou wilt be--
No less than thou art now.

_Cain_. No _less_! and why
No more?

_Lucifer_. It may be thou shalt be as we. 120

_Cain_. And ye?

_Lucifer_. Are everlasting.

_Cain_. Are ye happy?

_Lucifer_. We are mighty.

_Cain_. Are ye happy?

_Lucifer_. No: art thou?

_Cain_. How should I be so? Look on me!

_Lucifer_. Poor clay!
And thou pretendest to be wretched! Thou!

_Cain_. I am:--and thou, with all thy might, what art thou?

_Lucifer_. One who aspired to be what made thee, and
Would not have made thee what thou art.

_Cain_. Ah!
Thou look'st almost a god; and----

_Lucifer_. I am none:
And having failed to be one, would be nought
Save what I am. He conquered; let him reign! 130

_Cain_. Who?

_Lucifer_. Thy Sire's maker--and the Earth's.

_Cain_. And Heaven's,
And all that in them is. So I have heard
His Seraphs sing; and so my father saith.

_Lucif