The Adamus exul of Grotius; or The Prototype of Paradise Lost — page 66: what you’re looking at

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Jehovah. Adam. A TRAGEDY.— ACT V. Instantly where the dark-embowering woods Expel the light, and shield us from his eye, In their profoundest glooms. The sense of shame Urges me onwards, and I blush and pale, Smit by the infamous disgrace, and think The massive forest all toe thin a veil To mask my degradation. I survey My naked form—alas ! no leafy zone Can blanket up the brand which burns within ! Now is fate near, my Eve ; let us prepare For death, and in each other's arms expire. Adam! where art thou? In what bower of shade Dost thou attempt concealment ? Knowest thou not How vain to veil thyself from Him whose eye Makes darkness light ? Whose omnipresence fills All minds, all bodies, and is still the same ? ‘Tis I, thy God ! before whose burning steps The ethereal spheres bow down, and own the Judge Of irreversible decrees. ‘Tis I Who made thee, and endowed thee with all gifts [ Can such a son from such a father hide, And seek to escape ubiquity? Come forth ! I do arrest thee, fugitive of heaven ! Lord, I obey thee ; but I heard thy veice Walking the garden, and the spiritual awe, That sacred horror, smote me, and I fled, Unable to sustain the unwonted face Of thy omnipotent majesty ; and shame Bad me retire, lest, with my naked form, I should pollute thy sanctity, and die. Jehovah. Who told thee thou wast naked ? Shame like this Adam. Jehovah. Eve. Jehovah. Follows the sense of guilt. Confess thy crime At once, nor aggravate by lies. Declare If thou hast eaten the forbidden fruit Whose penalty is death :—hast thou so done ? It was the woman’s crime ; she, with sweet words, And her bewitching blandishments, did win My fond ambition to the dire offence. Thou most pernicious wife, why hast thou thus Tempted thy own destruction, and thy husband’s ? The serpent, Lord, beguiled me, and so Seduced my frail simplicity of sex. And credulous desire, that I did eat. Accursed serpent ! by the apostate fiend Inspired with hell’s own malice, hear thy fate : Because thou hast done this, thou shalt be filled With poisonous venom, and shalt crawl and coil Along the slimy earth, the hate and dread (C@ 49 inn @ [OO <S (c@