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And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
Virtue in her shape how lovely; saw, and pined
His loss; but chiefly to find here observed
His lustre visibly impair'd; yet seem'd

Undaunted. If I must contend, said he,
Best with the best, the sender, not the sent,
Or all at once ; more glory will be won,
Or less be lost. Thy fear, said Zephon bold,
Will save us trial what the least can do . 855
Single against thee wicked, and thence weak.

The Fiend replied not, overcome with rage ; But, like a proud steed rein'd, went haughty on, Champing his iron curb : To strive or fly He held it vain; awe from above had quellid 860 His hoart, not else dismay’d. Now drew they nigh The western point, where those half-rounding guards Just mety and closing stood in squadron join'd, Awaiting next command. To whom their Chief, Gabriel, from the front thus call'd aloud: 865

O friends! I hear the tread of nimble feet Hasting this way, and now by glimpse discern Ithuriel and Zephon through the shade ; And with them comes a third of regal port, But faded splendour wan ; who by his gait 870 And fierce demeanour seems the Prince of Hell, Not likely to part hence without contest; Stand firm, for in his look defiance lours.

He scarce had ended, when those two approach'd, And brief related whom they brought, where found, 875 How busied, in what form and posture couch'd.

To whom with stern regard thus Gabriel spake
Why hast thou, Satan, broke the bounds prescribe
To thy transgressions, and disturb’d the charge
Of others, who approve not to transgress

By thy example, but have power and right
To question thy bold entrance on this place ;
Employ'd, it seems, to violate sleep, and those
Whose dwelling God hath planted here in bliss ?

To whom thus Satan with contemptuous brow : 885 Gabriel ! thou hadst in Heaven the esteem of wise, And such I held thee; but this question ask'd Puts me in doubt. Lives there who loves his pain ? Who would not, finding way, break loose from Hell, Though thither doom'd? Thou wouldst thyself, no doubt, And boldly venture to what ever place

891 Furthest from pain, where thou mightst hope to change Torment with ease, and soonest recompense Dole with delight, which in this place I sought; To thee no reason, who know'st only good,

But evil hast not tried : and wilt object
His will who bounds us ? Let him surer bar
His iron gates, if he intends our stay
In that dark durance : thus much what was ask'd.
The rest is true, they found me where they say ; 900
But that implies not violence or barm.

Thus he in scorn. The warlike Angel moved, -
Disdainfully half smiling, thus replied:
O loss of one in Heaven to judge of wise
Since Satan fell, whom folly overthrew,

And now returns him from his prison scaped,
Gravely in doubt whether to hold them wise
Or not, who ask what boldness brought him hither
Unlicensed from his bounds in Hell prescribed ;
So wise he judges it to fly from pain
However, and to scape his punishment!
So judge thou still presumptuous ! till the wrath,
Which thou incurr'st by flying, meet thy flight
Sevenfold, and scourge that wisdom back to Hell,
Which taught thee yet no better, that no pain 915
Can equal anger infinite provoked.
But wherefore thou alone? wherefore with thee .
Came not all hell broke loose? is pain to them
Less pain, less to be fled ; or thou than they
Less hardy to endure? Courageous Chief! 920

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To thy deserted host this cause of flight,
Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive.

To which the Fiend thus answerd, frowning stern :
Not that I less endure, or shrink from pain,
Insulting Angel! well thou know'st I stood
Thy fiercest, when in battle to thy aid
The blasting vollied thunder made all speed,
And seconded thy else not dreaded spear.
But still thy words at random, as before,

930 Argue thy inexperience what behoves From hard assays and ill successes pass'd A faithful leader, not to hazard all Through ways of danger by himself untried : I, therefore, I alone first undertook To wing the desolate abyss, and spy This new created world, whereof in Hell Fame is not silent, here in hope to find Better abode, and my afflicted Powers To settle here on earth, or in mid air; · 940 Though for possession put to try once more What thou and thy gay legions dare against ; Whose easier business were to serve their Lord High up in Heaven, with songs to hymn his throne, And practised distances to cringe, not fight: 645

To whom the warrior Angel soon replied : To say and straight unsay, pretending first Wise to fly pain, professing next the spy, Argues no leader but a liar traced, Satan, and couldst thou ' faithful' add ? O name, 950

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Faithful to whom ? to thy rebellious crew ?
Army of Fiends, fit body to fit head.
Was this your discipline and faith engaged,
Your military obedience, to dissolve

Allegiance to the acknowledged Power supreme ?
And thou, sly hypocrite, who now wouldst seem
Patron of liberty, who more than thou

Once fawn'd, and cringed, and servilely adored
Heaven's awful Monarch? wherefore, but in hope 960
To dispossess him, and thyself to reign ?
But mark what I aread thee now, Avaunt!
Fly thither whence thou fledst! If from this hour
Within these hallow'd limits thou appear,
Back to the infernal pit I drag thee chain'd, 965
And seal thee so as henceforth not to scorn
The facile gates of Hell too slightly barr'd.

So threatened he ; but Satan to no threats
Gave heed, but waxing more in rage replied :

Then when I am thy captive talk of chains, 970 Proud limitary Cherub ! but ere then Far heavier load thyself expect to feel From my prevailing arm, though Heaven's King Ride on thy wings, and thou with thy compeers, Used to the yoke, drawst his triumphant wheels 975 In progress through the road of Heaven star-paved.

While thus he spake, the angelic squadron bright Turn'd fiery red, sharpening in mooned horns Their phalanx, and began to hem him round With ported spears, as thick as when a field 980 Of Ceres ripe for harvest waving bends Her bearded grove of ears, which way the wind Sways them; the careful ploughman doubting stands, Lest on the threshing-floor his hopeless sheaves Prove chaff. On the other side, Satan, alarm'd, 985 Collecting all his might, dilated stood, Like Teneriff or Atlas, unremoved : His stature reach'd the sky, and on his crest Sat Horror plumed ; nor wanted in his grasp What seem'd both spear and shield: now dreadful deeds Might have ensued, nor only Paradise

991 In this commotion, but the starry cope Of Heaven perhaps, or all the elements At least had gone to wreck, disturb'd and torn With violence in this conflict, had not soon 995 The Eternal, to prevent such horrid fray,

Hung forth in Heaven his golden scales, yet seen
Betwixt Astrea and the Scorpion sign,
Wherein all things created first he weigh’d,
The pendulous round earth with balanced air 1000
In counterpoise, now ponders all events,
Battles and realms : in these he put two weights,
The sequel each of parting and of fight :
The latter quick up flew and kick'd the beam;
Which Gabriel spying, thus bespake the Fiend: 1005

Satan, I know thy strength, and thou know'st mine;
Neither our own, but given : what folly then
To boast what arms can do ? since thine no more
Than Heaven permits, nor mine, though doubled now
To trample thee as mire : for proof look up, . 1010
And read thy lot in yon celestial sign; (weak,
Where thou art weigh’d, and shown how light, how
If thou resist. The Fiend look'd up, and knew
His mounted scale aloft : no more ; but fled
Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night. 1015

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