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woman at the gates.

Close sailing from Bengala, or the isles

Of Ternate and Tidore, whence merchants bring
Their spicy drugs; they on the trading flood, 640
Through the wide Ethiopian to the Cape,

Ply stemming nightly toward the pole; so seemed
Far off the flying fiend.
At last appear

Hell-bounds, high reaching to the horrid roof,

And thrice threefold the gates; three folds were

brass,

Three iron, three of adamantine rock,

Impenetrable, impaled with circling fire,

Yet unconsumed.

Before the gates there sat

On either side a formidable Shape.

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The one seemed woman to the waist, and fair, 650
But ended foul in many a scaly fold

Voluminous and vast —a serpent armed

With mortal sting.

About her middle round

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A cry of Hell-hounds never-ceasing barked With wide Cerberean mouths full loud, and rung A hideous peal; yet, when they list, would creep, The serpent- If aught disturbed their noise, into her womb, And kennel there; yet there still barked and howled, Within unseen. Far less abhorred than these Vexed Scylla, bathing in the sea that parts Calabria from the hoarse Trinacrian shore ; Nor uglier follow the night-hag, when, called In secret, riding through the air she comes, Lured with the smell of infant blood, to dance With Lapland witches, while the laboring moon 665 Eclipses at their charms.

The other Shape

If shape it might be called that shape had none
Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb;
Or substance might be called that shadow seemed,
For each seemed either - black it stood as Night,
Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell,

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And shook a dreadful dart; what seemed his head
The likeness of a kingly crown had on.

Satan was now at hand, and from his seat

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Her com

The monster moving onward came as fast
With horrid strides; Hell trembled as he strode.
The undaunted Fiend what this might be ad- shadowy

mired

Admired, not feared (God and his Son except,
Created thing naught valued he, nor shunned),
And with disdainful look thus first began:

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panion, the

king.

Satan's de

fiance of the 689 phantom.

Whence and what art thou, execrable Shape,
That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance
Thy miscreated front athwart my way
To yonder gates? Through them I mean to pass,
That be assured, without leave asked of thee; 685
Retire, or taste thy folly, and learn by proof,
Hell-born, not to contend with Spirits of Heaven.'
To whom the Goblin, full of wrath, replied:
Art thou that Traitor Angel, art thou he
Who first broke peace in Heaven and faith, till then
Unbroken, and in proud rebellious arms
Drew after him the third part of Heaven's Sons
Conjured against the Highest-for which both thou
And they, outcast from God, are here condemned
To waste eternal days in woe and pain?
And reckon'st thou thyself with Spirits of Heaven, retort.
Hell-doomed, and breath'st defiance here and scorn,

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The goblin's

scornful

for combat.

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Where I reign king, and, to enrage thee more,
Thy king and lord? Back to thy punishment,
False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings,
Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue
Thy lingering, or with one stroke of this dart
Strange horror seize thee, and pangs unfelt before!'
So spake the grisly Terror, and in shape,
So speaking and so threatening, grew tenfold
More dreadful and deform. On the other side,
Incensed with indignation, Satan stood
Unterrified, and like a comet burned,

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That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge They prepare In the Arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war. Each at the head Leveled his deadly aim; their fatal hands No second stroke intend; and such a frown Each cast at the other, as when two black clouds, With Heaven's artillery fraught, come rattling on Over the Caspian, then stand front to front, Hovering a space, till winds the signal blow To join their dark encounter in mid-air. So frowned the mighty combatants, that Hell Grew darker at their frown; so matched they stood; For never but once more was either like

The snaky

sorceress

interposes.

To meet so great a foe.

And now great deeds

Had been achieved, whereof all Hell had rung,
Had not the snaky sorceress, that sat
Fast by Hell-gate and kept the fatal key,
Risen, and with hideous outcry rushed between.
O father, what intends thy hand,' she cried,

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Against thy only son? What fury, O són,

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Possesses thee to bend that mortal dart

Against thy father's head? And know'st for whom?
For Him who sits above, and laughs the while 731
At thee, ordained His drudge, to execute
Whate'er His wrath, which He calls justice, bids -
His wrath, which one day will destroy ye both.'

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She spake, and at her words the hellish Pest 735
Forbore; then these to her Satan returned:
'So strange thy outcry, and thy words so strange
Thou interposest, that my sudden hand,
Prevented, spares to tell thee yet by deeds
What it intends, till first I know of thee,
What thing thou art, thus double-formed, and why,
In this infernal vale first met, thou call'st
Me father, and that phantasm call'st my son.
I know thee not, nor ever saw till now
Sight more detestable than him and thee.'

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To whom thus the Portress of Hell-gate replied:
'Hast thou forgot me, then, and do I seem
Now in thine eye so foul?. once deemed so fair
In Heaven, when at the assembly, and in sight
Of all the Seraphim with thee combined
In bold conspiracy against Heaven's King,
All on a sudden miserable pain

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Satan questions her.

Surprised thee, dim thine eyes and dizzy swum
In darkness, while thy head flames thick and fast
Threw forth; till, on the left side opening wide, 755
Likest to thee in shape and countenance bright,
Then shining heavenly fair, a goddess armed,
Out of thy head I sprung. Amazement seized
All the host of Heaven; back they recoiled afraid of Death.
At first, and called me Sin, and for a sign

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Sin recounts her relations with Satan,

and the origin

Portentous held me; but, familiar grown,
I pleased, and with attractive graces won
The most averse thee chiefly, who, full oft
Thyself in me thy perfect image viewing,
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With me in secret, that my womb conceived
A growing burden. Meanwhile war arose,
And fields were fought in Heaven; wherein re-
mained

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(For what could else?) to our Almighty Foe
Clear victory, to our part loss and rout
Through all the Empyrean. Down they fell,
Driven headlong from the pitch of Heaven, down
Into this Deep; and in the general fall

I also; at which time this powerful key

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Into my hand was given, with charge to keep 775
These gates for ever shut, which none can pass
Without my opening. Pensive here I sat
Alone; but long I sat not, till my womb,
Pregnant by thee, and now excessive grown,
Prodigious motion felt, and rueful throes.
At last this odious offspring whom thou seest,
Thine own begotten, breaking violent way,
Tore through my entrails, that, with fear and pain
Distorted, all my nether shape thus grew
Transformed; but he, my inbred enemy,
Forth issued, brandishing his fatal dart,
Made to destroy. I fled, and cried out, Death!'
Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sighed
From all her caves, and back resounded, Death!'
I fled; but he pursued (though more, it seems, 790
Inflamed with lust than rage), and, swifter far,

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