The Adamus exul of Grotius; or The Prototype of Paradise Lost — page 64: what you’re looking at

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Eve. Adam. A TRAGEDY.-~ACT V. Of thronging infamies’ Methinks her tongue Hath counselled well and lovingly, and much Reason and delicate tenderness are blent In all she says. But vehement deadly rage, And the black hurricane of thick despair Urge on the unshunnable doom. My stricken soul Conscious of its wild error, and amazed By its own savage phantasm, foregoes All better thoughts, and whirls and hurries on Thro’ diabolical buffooneries Of madd’ning guilt. None but the Almighty Power Who made me can absolve me or forgive. But thou, unhappy bride of the first man, Leave me. Ah! leave thy miserable spouse, And let me, all companionless and lone, Pay the great debt of Nature, and have rest. By our most sacred nature and our name, Our divine union, and our holy love, Whether as self-creating sire, thou callest Me thy own wife, and proper counterpart, Or whether born of thy collateral blood, Thou nam’st me Sister, and dear Parallel ; Or in descending series so derived, Inferior and complex, thou lovest me best As thy submissive Daughter—leave me not— Now most I need thy kind protecting care When Fortune takes her flight. Thou sole support, Last refuge of thy outcast, hopeless one. I clasp thee to my heart, nor let thee go, But with my latest sigh. Let not the race Of mortal men, by one delirious deed,’ Utterly perish, thro’ our filicide. And does not death, which thus extinguishes The infinity of woes, look temptingly ? At least it is not frightful—if it be No worse than thou imaginest. Therefore cease Vain words of consolation—let me die. . And what shall be my fate if death be thine ? Shall I, deserted, widowed, desolate, And quite unparadised in heart, live on To wander in the wilderness, and keep Companionship with monsters ; and still list The insatiable roar of cavern-haunting wolves, Tigers, and ravening lions.. Oh, my spouse ! If this be your best pity, rather take My life at once, and all thy gift resume. Ay, take it. Art thou not most innocent, While I am queen of sin, infanticide, And speechless shame? Behold my naked throat, My bosom bared and ready for the blow— (C@ inn 47 @ DOO <S (c@