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Who tells of some infernal Spirit seen
So saying, on he led his radiant files,
815 Fit for the tun some magazine to store Against a rumour'd war, the smutty grain With sudden blaze diffused, inflames the air ; So started up in his own shape the Fiend. Back stept those two fair Angels, half amazed 820 So sudden to behold the grisly king; Yet thus, unmoved with fear, accost him soon :
Which of those rebel Spirits, adjudged to Hell, Com'st ihou, escaped thy prison ? and transform'd, Why sat'st thou like an enemy in wait,
825 Here watching at the head of these that sleep?
Know ye not then, said Satan, fill'd with scorn, Know ye not me? Ye knew me once no mate For you; there sitting where ye drust not soar. Not to know me, argries yourselves unknown, 830 The lowest of your throng; cr if ye ndow, Why ask ye, and superficous bogea
796. Hither, that is, wherever the speaker bedeut afterwards be.
8914. Virgil, Æne....'1.
Your message, like to end as much in vain?
To whom thus Zephon, answering scorn with scorn. Think not, revolted Spirit, thy shape the sanie, 835 Or undiminish'd brightness, to be known As when thou stood'st in Heav'n upright and pure; That glory then, when thou no more wast good, Departed from thee'; and thou resemblest now Thy sin and place of doom obscure and foul. 840 But come; for thou, be sure, shalt give account To him who sent us, whose charge is to keep This place inviolable, and these from harm.
So spake the Cherub; and his grave rebuke, Severe in youthful beauty, added grace
845 Invincible. Abash'd the Devil stood, 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
850 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 reply'd 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 quell'd 8GO His heart, not else dismay'l. Now drew they nigh The western point, where those half-rounding guards Just met, 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,
885. Bentley proposes a new reading, 'Or brightness undimi. pish'd' in the next line: Newton to change thy into by in the present.
866. It is observed, that Milton has followed Homer in this episode. See Il. X. 533.
Not likely to part hence without contest :
He scarce had ended, when those two approach'd, And brief related whom they brought, where found, How busy'), in what form and posture couch'd. 876
To whom with stern regard thus Gabriel spake : Why hast thou, Satan, broke the bounds prescribed To thy transgressions, and disturb’d the charge Of others, who approve not to transgress
880 By thy example, but have pow'r 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 Heav'n th' 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 would'st thyself, no doubt,
890 And boldly venture to whatever place Farthest from pain,where thou might'st hope to change Torment with ease, and soonest recompense Dole with delight, which in this place I sought; To thee no reason, who krowest only good, 895 But evil hast not try'd : and wilt object His will who bound us? Let him surer bar His iron gates, if he intends our stay In that dark durance : thus much what was ask'a. The rest is true, they found me where they say; 900 But that implies not violence or harm.
Thus he in scorn. The warlike Angel moved Disdainfully, half smiling, thus reply d:
O loss of one in Heav'n to judge of wise, Since Satan fell, whom folly overthrew,
905 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
878. Bentley thinks transgressions should be taken in the sense of transcursions, that is, to pass over bounds.
893. Torment with ease, a Latin idioma,
However, and to 'scape his punishment.
To which the Fiend thus answer d, frowning stern:
935 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 Pow'rs To settle here on eartb, or in mid-air;
940 Though for possession put to try once more What thou and thy gay legir s. dare against; Whose easier bus'ness were to serve their Lord High up in Heav'n, with songs to hymn his throne, And practised distances to cringe, not fight. 945
To whom the warrior Angel soon reply'd : 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
927. Thy Hercest; the adjective as a substantive, as in instances
O sacred name of faithfulness profaned !
So threaten'd he; but Satan to no threats Gave heed, but, waxing more in rage, reply'd :
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 Heav'n's King Ride on thy wings, and thou with thy compeers, Used to the yoke, draw'st his triumphant wheels 975 In progress through the road of Heav'n star-paved.
While thus he spake, th' angelic squadron bright Turn'd fiery red, sharp’ning 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 plowman doubting stands, Lest on the threshing-floor his hopeful sheaves Prove chaff. On th' other side Satan, alarm'd, 985 Collecting all his might, dilated stood, Like Teneriff or Atlas, unremoved:
962. Arreed, to decree or award. 965. Drag; the present for the future. 966. Rev. xx. 3. 971. Limitary, setting bounds to. Ps. xviii. 10
974. Ezek. chap. i. x. and xi.
980. Ported, borne pointed towards him. 986. Tasso applies the epithet disteso to his hero Argantes when
preparing to fight with Tancred.