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| Character | Lucifer???? | |
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| Gender | Male | |
| Type | Dramatic | |
| Year | 1821 | |
| Period | 19th Century | |
| Genre | Drama | |
| Description | Lucifer curses God | |
| Location | ACT I, Scene 1 | |
Summary
This play is the dramatization of the legend of Cain and Abel. Cain refuses to follow his family's praise of God as he claims God has made him mortal and so he has nothing to thank him for. Cain is upset by his own mortality also because he doesn't know what death is. His mentor throughout the story is Lucifer, who appears in the first scene of the play. After discussing death and immortality, Lucifer mentions how he became what he is after failing to become a god. He laments that God won and know reigns as a tyrant...
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| LUCIFER: They say—what they (the Seraphs) must sing and say, on pain Of being that which I am,—and thou art— Of spirits and of men. [CAIN: And what is that?] LUCIFER: Souls who dare use their immortality— Souls who dare look the Omnipotent tyrant in His everlasting face, and tell him that His evil is not good! If he has made, As he saith—which I know not, nor believe— But, if he made us—he cannot unmake: We are immortal!—nay, he'd have us so, That he may torture:—let him! He is great— But, in his greatness, is no happier than We in our conflict! Goodness would not make Evil; and what else hath he made? But let him Sit on his vast and solitary throne— Creating worlds, to make eternity Less burthensome to his immense existence And unparticipated solitude; Let him crowd orb on orb: he is alone Indefinite, Indissoluble Tyrant; Could he but crush himself, 'twere the best boon He ever granted: but let him reign on! And multiply himself in misery! Spirits and Men, at least we sympathise— And, suffering in concert, make our pangs Innumerable, more endurable, By the unbounded sympathy of all With all! But He! so wretched in his height, So restless in his wretchedness, must still Create, and re-create—perhaps he'll make One day a Son unto himself—as he Gave you a father—and if he so doth, Mark me! that Son will be a sacrifice! |
