What is the matter
with its eyes?
ADAM. It is not only its eyes. Look. [_He kicks it._]
EVE. Oh don't! Why doesn't it wake?
ADAM. I don't know. It is not asleep.
EVE. Not asleep?
ADAM. Try.
EVE [_trying to shake it and roll it over_] It is stiff and cold.
ADAM. Nothing will wake it.
EVE. It has a queer smell. Pah! [_She dusts her hands, and draws away
from it_]. Did you find it like that?
ADAM. No. It was playing about; and it tripped and went head over heels.
It never stirred again. Its neck is wrong [_he stoops to lift the neck
and shew her_].
EVE. Dont touch it. Come away from it.
_They both retreat, and contemplate it from a few steps' distance with
growing repulsion._
EVE. Adam.
ADAM. Yes?
EVE. Suppose you were to trip and fall, would you go like that?
ADAM. Ugh! [_He shudders and sits down on the rock_].
EVE [_throwing herself on the ground beside him, and grasping his knee_]
You must be careful. Promise me you will be careful.
ADAM. What is the good of being careful? We have to live here for ever.
Think of what for ever means! Sooner or later I shall trip and fall.
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