Second of Satan sprung, all-conqu❜ring Death, What think'st thou of our empire now, tho' earn'd With travel difficult? Not better far
Than still at Hell's dark threshold to' have sat watch, Unnamed, undreaded, and thyself half starved? 595 Whom thus the Sin-born monster answer'd soon: To me, who with eternal famine pine, Alike is Hell, or Paradise, or Heaven; There best, where most with ravin I may meet; Which here, tho' plenteous, all too little seems To stuff this maw, this vast unhide-bound corpse. To whom the incestuous mother thus reply'd: Thou therefore on these herbs, and fruits, and flow'rs, Feed first, on each beast next, and fish, and fowl, No homely morsels; and whatever thing The scythe of Time mows down, devour unspared; Till I in Man, residing through the race, His thoughts, his looks, words, actions, all infect,
And season him thy last and sweetest prey.
This said, they both betook them sev'ral ways, 610 Both to destroy or unimmortal make
All kinds, and for destruction to mature Sooner or later; which th' Almighty seeing, From his transcendent seat the Saints among, To those bright Orders utter'd thus his voice:
See with what heat these dogs of Hell advance
To waste and havoc yonder world, which I So fair and good created, and had still Kept in that state, had not the folly' of Man Let in these wasteful furies, who impute Folly to me! So doth the prince of Hell And his adherents, that with so much ease
I suffer them to enter and possess
A place so heav'nly, and conniving seem
To gratify my scornful enemies,
That laugh as if, transported with some fit
Of passion, I to them had quitted all,
At random yielded up to their misrule,
And know not that I call'd and drew them thither, My Hell-hounds, to lick up the draff and filth Which Man's polluting sin with taint hath shed
601. Unhide-bound, not filled out, with a skin hanging loose and flabby.
On what was pure, till cramm'd and gorged, nigh With suck'd and glutted offal, at one sling
Of thy victorious arm, well-pleasing Son,
Both Sin, and Death, and yawning Grave at last 635 Thro' Chaos hurl'd, obstruct the mouth of Hell For ever, and seal up his ravenous jaws.
Then Heav'n and Earth renew'd, shall be made pure To sanctity, that shall receive no stain:
Till then, the curse pronounced on both precedes. 640 He ended, and the heav'nly audience loud Sung Halleluiah, as the sound of seas,
Through multitude that sung: Just are thy ways, Righteous are thy decrees on all thy works;
Who can extenuate thee! Next, to the Son, 645 Destined Restorer of mankind, by whom
New Heav'n and Earth shall to the ages rise,
Or down from Heav'n descend. Such was their song, While the Creator, calling forth by name
His mighty Angels, gave them several charge, 650 As sorted best with present things. The sun Had first his precept so to move, so shine, As might affect the earth with cold and heat Scarce tolerable; and from the north to call Decrepit winter; from the south to bring Solstitial summer's heat. To the blank moon Her office they prescribed; to th' other five Their planetary motions and aspects In sextile, square, and trine, and opposite Of noxious efficacy, and when to join In synod unbenign; and taught the fix'd Their influence malignant when to show'r, Which of them rising with the sun, or falling, Should prove tempestuous; to the winds they set Their corners, when with bluster to confound Sea, air, and shore, the thunder when to roll With terror through the dark aereal hall. Some say, he bid his Angels turn askance The poles of earth twice ten degrees and more From the sun's axle; they with labour push'd Oblique the centric globe. Some say, the sun Was bid turn reins from th' equinoctial road 647. Rev. xxi. 2.
643. Rev. xv. 3. xvi. 7. 656. Blank moon, like the French word blanc, white.
Like distant breadth to Taurus with the seven Atlantic Sisters, and the Spartan Twins Up to the Tropic Crab; thence down amain By Leo, and the Virgin, and the Scales, As deep as Capricorn, to bring in change Of seasons to each clime; else had the spring Perpetual smiled on earth with verdant flow'rs, Equal in days and nights, except to those Beyond the polar circles; to them day Had unbenighted shone, while the low sun, To recompense his distance, in their sight
Had rounded still th' horizon, and not known Or east or west, which had forbid the snow From cold Estotiland, and south as far Beneath Magellan. At that tasted fruit The sun, as from Thyéstean banquet, turn'd His course intended; else how had the world Inhabited, though sinless, more than now, Avoided pinching cold and scorching heat? These changes in the Heav'ns, tho' slow, produced Like change on sea and land; sideral blast, Vapour and mist, and exhalation hot,
Corrupt and pestilent: now from the north Of Norumbega, and the Samoed shore,
Bursting their brazen dungeon, arm'd with ice, And snow, and hail, and stormy gust, and flaw, Boreas, and Cæcias, and Argestes loud,
And Thrascias, rend the woods, and seas upturn; 700 With adverse blast upturns them from the south Notus and Afer black, with thund'rous clouds From Serraliona. Thwart of these as fierce Forth rush the Levant and the Ponent winds, Eurus and Zephyr, with their lateral noise, Sirocco and Libecchio. Thus began Outrage from lifeless things; but Discord, first,
686. Estotiland, a country in North America, near Hudson's Bay.-Magellan, a part of South America.
688. Thyestean banquet; Thyestes is said to have been banqueted by his brother on the bodies of his murdered children. 696. Norumbega, a province of North America.-Samoieda, a province of Muscovy.
699. The names of the north, north-west, north-east, the south, and south-west winds.-Serraliona, a range of mountains to the south-west of Africa.-Sirocco and Libecchio, the south-east and south-west winds.
Daughter of Sin, among th' irrational, Death introduced, through fierce antipathy.
Beast now with beast 'gan war, and fowl with fowl, And fish with fish; to graze the herb all leaving, 711 Devour'd each other; nor stood much in awe Of man, but fled him, or with count'nance grim Glared on him passing. These were from without The growing miseries, which Adam saw Already' in part, though hid in gloomiest shade, To sorrow' abandon'd, but worse felt within ; And in a troubled sea of passion tost, Thus to disburden sought with sad complaint: O miserable of happy'! Is this the end Of this new glorious world, and me so late The glory of that glory, who now, become Accursed of blessed, hide me from the face Of God, whom to behold was then my height Of happiness? Yet well, if here would end The misery. I deserved it, and would bear My own deservings; but this will not serve; All that I eat or drink, or shall beget, Is propagated curse! O voice once heard Delightfully, Increase and multiply,'
Now death to hear! For what can I increase Or multiply, but curses on my head!
Who, of all ages to succeed, but feeling
The evil on him brought by me, will curse Ill fare our ancestor impure!
For this we may thank Adam! but his thanks Shall be the execration! So besides
Mine own that bide upon me, all from me Shall with a fierce reflux on me redound; On me, as on their natural centre, light Heavy, though in their place. O fleeting joys Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes! Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee
From darkness to promote me, or here place
In this delicious garden? As my will
Concurr'd not to my being, it were but right
And equal to reduce me to my dust;
740. Bentley proposes to cut out the following ten lines as unworthy of Milton's genius and a detriment to the poem.
Desirous to resign and render back All I received, unable to perform
Thy terms too hard, by which I was to hold The good I sought not. To the loss of that, Sufficient penalty, why hast thou added The sense of endless woes! Inexplicable Thy justice seems; yet, to say truth, too late I thus contest: then should have been refused Those terms whatever, when they were proposed. Thou didst accept them. Wilt thou' enjoy the good, Then cavil the conditions? And though God Made thee without thy leave, what if thy son Prove disobedient, and reproved, retort, Wherefore didst thou beget me? I sought it not. Wouldst thou admit for his contempt of thee That proud excuse? yet him not thy election, But natural necessity begot.
God made thee' of choice his own, and of his own To serve him: thy reward was of his grace; Thy punishment then, justly', is at his will. Be' it so, for I submit: his doom is fair, That dust I am, and shall to dust return. O welcome hour whenever! Why delays
His hand to execute what his decree Fix'd on this day? Why do I overlive,
Why am I mock'd with death, and lengthen'd out To deathless pain? How gladly would I meet Mortality, my sentence, and be earth Insensible! How glad would lay me down, As in my mother's lap! There I should rest, And sleep secure; his dreadful voice no more Would thunder in my ears! No fear of worse To me and to my offspring would torment me With cruel expectation! Yet one doubt Pursues me still, lest all I cannot die ; Lest that pure breath of life, the spirit of Man Which God inspired, cannot together perish With this corporeal clod! then in the grave, Or in some other dismal place, who knows But I shall die a living death! O thought Horrid, if true! Yet why? It was but breath
Of life that sinn'd. What dies but what had life 790 And sin? the body, properly, hath neither. All of me then shall die. Let this appease
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