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wise. It was I who whispered the word to you that you did not know. Dead. Death. Die. EVE [shuddering] Why do you remind me of it? I forgot it when I saw your beautiful hood. You must not remind me of unhappy things. THE SERPENT. Death is not an unhappy thing when you have learnt how to conquer it. EVE. How can I conquer it? THE SERPENT. By another thing, called birth. EVE. What? [Trying to pronounce it] B-birth? THE SERPENT. Yes, birth. EVE. What is birth? THE SERPENT. The serpent never dies. Some day you shall see me come out of this beautiful skin, a new snake with a new and lovelier skin. That is birth. EVE. I have seen that. It is wonderful. THE SERPENT. If I can do that, what can I not do? I tell you I am very subtle. When you and Adam talk, I hear you say Why? Always Why? You see things; and you say Why? But I dream things that never were; and I say Why not? I made the word dead to describe my old skin that I cast when I am renewed. I call that renewal being born. EVE. Born is a beautiful word. THE SERPENT. Why not be born again and again as I am, new and beautiful every time? EVE. I! It does not happen: that is why. THE SERPENT. That is how; but it is not why. Why not? EVE. But I should not like it. It would be nice to be new again; but my old skin would lie on the ground looking just like me; and Adam would see it shrivel up and-- THE SERPENT. No. He need not. There is a second birth. EVE. A second birth? THE SERPENT. Listen. I will tell you a great secret. I am very subtle; and I have thought and thought and thought. And I am very wilful, and must have what I want; and I have willed and willed and willed. And I have eaten strange things: stones and apples that you are afraid to eat. EVE. You dared! THE SERPENT. I dared everything. And at last I found a way of gathering together a part of the life in my body-- EVE. What is the life? THE SERPENT. That which makes the difference between the dead fawn and the live one. EVE. What a beautiful word! And what a wonderful thing! Life is the loveliest of all the new words. THE SERPENT. Yes: it was by meditating on Life that I gained the power to do miracles. EVE. Miracles? Another new word. THE SERPENT. A miracle is an impossible thing that is nevertheless possible. Something that never could happen, and yet does happen. EVE. Tell me some miracle that you have done. THE SERPENT. I gathered a part of the life in my body, and shut it into a tiny white case made of the stones I had eaten. EVE. And what good was that? THE SERPENT. I shewed the little case to the sun, and left it in its warmth. And it burst; and a little snake came out; and it became bigger and bigger from day to day until it was as big as I. That was the second birth. EVE. Oh! That is too wonderful. It stirs inside me. It hurts. THE SERPENT. It nearly tore me asunder. Yet I am alive, and can burst my skin and renew myself as before. Soon there will be as many snakes in Eden as there are scales on my body. Then death will not matter: this snake and that snake will die; but the snakes will live. EVE. But the rest of us will die sooner or later, like the fawn. And then there will be nothing but snakes, snakes, snakes everywhere. THE SERPENT. That must not be. I worship you, Eve. I must have something to worship. Something quite different to myself, like you. There must be something greater than the snake. EVE. Yes: it must not be. Adam must not perish. You are very subtle: tell me what to do. THE SERPENT. Think. Will. Eat the dust. Lick the white stone: bite the apple you dread. The sun will give life. EVE. I do not trust the sun. I will give life myself. I will tear. another Adam from my body if I tear my body to pieces in the act. THE SERPENT. Do. Dare it. Everything is possible: everything. Listen. I am old. I am the old serpent, older than Adam, older than Eve. I remember Lilith, who came before Adam and Eve. I was her darling as I am yours. She was alone: there was no man with her. She saw death as you saw it when the fawn fell; and she knew then that she must find out how to renew herself and cast the skin like me. She had a mighty will: she strove and strove and willed and willed for more moons than there are leaves on all the trees of the garden. Her pangs were terrible: her groans drove sleep from Eden. She said it must never be again: that the burden of renewing life was past bearing: that it was too much for one. And when she cast the skin, lo! there was not one new Lilith but two: one like herself, the other like Adam. You were the one: Adam was the other. EVE. But why did she divide into two, and make us different? THE SERPENT. I tell you the labor is too much for one. Two must share it. EVE. Do you mean that Adam must share it with me? He will not. He cannot bear pain, nor take trouble with his body. THE SERPENT. He need not. There will be no pain for him. He will implore you to let him do his share. He will be in your power through his desi