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RAPHAEL, the Archangel.
NOAH, and his Sons.
Chorus of Spirits of the Earth.-Chorus of Mortals.
A woody and mountainous district near Mount Ararat.-
Enter ANAH and AHOLIBAMAH.
OUR father sleeps: it is the hour when they
Who love us are accustom'd to descend
Through the deep clouds o'er rocky Ararat :-
My sister, though
I love Azaziel more than-oh, too much!
What was I going to say? my heart grows impious.
And where is the impiety of loving
I love our God less since his angel loved me :
This cannot be of good; and though I know not
Which are not ominous of right.
Then wed thee
Unto some son of clay, and toil and spin!
There's Japhet loves thee well, hath loved thee long; Marry, and bring forth dust!
I should have loved
Azaziel not less were he mortal; yet
I am glad he is not. I can not outlive him.
Of the poor child of clay which so adored him
His grief will be of ages, or at least
Mine would be such for him, were I the Seraph, And he the perishable.
That he will single forth some other daughter
And if it should be so, and she so loved him,
If I thought thus of Samiasa's love,
All Seraph as he is, I'd spurn him from me.