Adam. If this be dreaming, let me never wake;
But still the joys of that sweet sleep partake. 
Methought—­but why do I my bliss delay,
By thinking what I thought?  Fair vision, stay;
My better half, thou softer part of me,
To whom I yield my boasted sovereignty,
I seek myself, and find not, wanting thee. [Exit.

  Enter EVE.

Eve. Tell me, ye hills and dales, and thou fair sun,
Who shin’st above, what am I?  Whence begun? 
Like myself, I see nothing:  From each tree
The feathered kind peep down to look on me;
And beasts with up-cast eyes forsake their shade,
And gaze, as if I were to be obeyed. 
Sure I am somewhat which they wish to be,
And cannot; I myself am proud of me. 
What’s here? another firmament below, [Looks into a fountain.
Spread wide, and other trees that downward grow! 
And now a face peeps up, and now draws near,
With smiling looks, as pleased to see me here. 
As I advance, so that advances too,
And seems to imitate whate’er I do: 
When I begin to speak, the lips it moves;
Streams drown the voice, or it would say, it loves. 
Yet when I would embrace, it will not stay:  [Stoops down to embrace.
Lost ere ’tis held; when nearest, far away. 
Ah, fair, yet false! ah, Being, formed to cheat,
By seeming kindness, mixt with deep deceit!

  Enter ADAM.

Adam. O virgin, heaven-begot, and born of man,
Thou fairest of thy great Creator’s works! 
Thee, goddess, thee the Eternal did ordain,
His softer substitute on earth to reign;
And, wheresoe’er thy happy footsteps tread,
Nature in triumph after thee is led! 
Angels with pleasure view thy matchless grace,
And love their Maker’s image in thy face.

Eve. O, only like myself,(for nothing here
So graceful, so majestic does appear:)
Art thou the form my longing eyes did see,
Loosed from thy fountain, and come out to me? 
Yet sure thou art not, nor thy face the same,
Nor thy limbs moulded in so soft a frame;
Thou look’st more sternly, dost more strongly move,
And more of awe thou bear’st, and less of love. 
Yet pleased I hear thee, and above the rest,
I, next myself, admire and love thee best.

Adam. Made to command, thus freely I obey,
And at thy feet the whole creation lay. 
Pity that love thy beauty does beget;
What more I shall desire, I know not yet. 
First let us locked in close embraces be,
Thence I, perhaps, may teach myself and thee.

Eve. Somewhat forbids me, which I cannot name;
For, ignorant of guilt, I fear not shame: 
But some restraining thought, I know not why,
Tells me, you long should beg, I long deny.

Adam. In vain! my right to thee is sealed above;
Look round and see where thou canst place thy love: 
All creatures else are much unworthy thee;
They matched, and thou alone art left for me. 
If not to love, we both were made in vain;
I my new empire would resign again,
And change with my dumb slaves my nobler mind,
Who, void of reason, more of pleasure find. 
Methinks, for me they beg; each silently
Demands thy grace, and seems to watch thy eye.