A woman in black, calling. It is dusk, and imperceptibly the lights dim, until the last four or five speeches are given in almost total darkness. A single pool of light may be used.

EVE

Cain! Cain! Ca-a-a-i-n! (No answer)

That’s all right - I know you can hear me. That’s perfectly all right.

Well, they rip you to pieces when they’re born, and they keep at it until you’re dead - it’s the natural, inborn ingratitude of children. They watch out for themselves.

Cain! You watch out for yourself! You do, don’t you? That’s the way to be, isn’t it, Cain?

CAIN

(Entering, much amused) Oh, brother! You can really get going, can’t you.

EVE

What was that? What did you just say?

CAIN

Who? Me? Nothing ... just, "Oh ... brother ..."

EVE

That’s what I thought you said. Oh well, no use crying over spilt milk, is there, …