Deliverance of thy brethren, those ten tribes Whose offspring in his territory yet serve, In Habor, and among the Medes dispers'd; Ten sons of Jacob, two of Joseph lost Thus long from Israel, serving, as of old Their fathers in the land of Egypt serv'd, This offer sets before thee to deliver. These if from servitude thou shalt restore To their inheritance, then, nor till then, Thou on the throne of David in full glory, From Egypt to Euphrates and beyond, Shalt reign, and Rome or Cæsar not need fear. To whom our Saviour answer'd thus unmov'd. Much ostentation vain of fleshly arm, And fragile arms, much instrument of war Long in preparing, soon to nothing brought, Before mine eyes thou hast set; and in my ear Vented much policy, and projects deep Of enemies, of aids, battels, and leagues, Plausible to the world, to me worth naught. Means I must use, thou say'st, prediction else Will unpredict and fail me of the throne. My time, I told thee, and that time for thee Were better farthest off, is not yet come; When that comes, think not thou to find me slack On my part aught endeavouring, or to need Thy politic maxims, or that cumbersome Luggage of war there shown me, argument Of human weakness rather than of strength. My brethren, as thou call'st them, those ten tribes. I must deliver, if I mean to reign
David's true heir, and his full sceptre sway
To just extent over all Israel's sons.
But whence to thee this zeal, where was it then For Israel, or for David, or his throne,
When thou stood'st up his tempter to the pride Of numb'ring Israel, which cost the lives Of threescore and ten thousand Israelites By three days' pestilence? such was thy zeal To Israel then, the same that now to me. As for those captive tribes, themselves were they Who wrought their own captivity, fell off From God to worship calves, the deities Of Egypt, Baal next, and Ashtaroth, And all th' idolatries of heathen round,
Besides their other worse than heathenish crimes; Nor in the land of their captivity,
Humbled themselves, or penitent besought The God of their forefathers; but so died Impenitent, and left a race behind Like to themselves, distinguishable scarce From Gentiles, but by circumcision vain, And God with idols in their worship join'd. Should I of these the liberty regard, Who freed as to their ancient patrimony, Unhumbled, unrepentant, unreform'd,
Headlong would follow; and to their gods perhaps Of Bethel and of Dan ? no, let them serve Their enemies, who serve idols with God. Yet he at length, time to himself best known, Rememb'ring Abraham, by some wondrous call May bring them back repentant and sincere, And at their passing cleave the Assyrian flood, While to their native land with joy they haste,
As the Red Sea and Jordan once he cleft, When to the promis'd land their fathers pass'd; To his due time and providence I leave them.
So spake Israel's true king, and to the fiend Made answer meet, that made void all his wiles. So fares it when with truth falsehood contends.
ERPLEX'D and troubled at his bad success The tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discover'd in his fraud, thrown from his hope
So oft, and the persuasive rhetoric
That sleek'd his tongue, and won so much on Eve, So little here, nay lost: but Eve was Eve, This far his over-match, who, self-deceiv'd And rash, before-hand had no better weigh'd The strength he was to cope with, or his own: But as a man, who had been matchless held In cunning, over-reach'd where least he thought, To salve his credit, and for very spite, Still will be tempting him who foils him still, And never cease, though to his shame the more; Or as a swarm of flies in vintage time,
About the wine-press where sweet must is pour'd, Beat off, returns as oft with humming sound; Or surging waves against a solid rock, Though all to shivers dash'd, the assault renew Vain batt'ry, and in froth or bubbles end; So Satan, whom repulse upon repulse Met ever, and to shameful silence brought,
Yet gives not o'er, though desperate of success, And his vain importunity pursues.
He brought our Saviour to the western side Of that high mountain, whence he might behold Another plain, long, but in breadth not wide, Wash'd by the southern sea, and on the north To equal length back'd with a ridge of hills,
That screen'd the fruits of the earth and seats of men From cold Septentrion blasts, thence in the midst 31 Divided by a river, of whose banks On each side an imperial city stood, With towers and temples proudly elevate On seven small hills, with palaces adorn'd, Porches, and theatres, baths, aqueducts, Statues, and trophies, and triumphal arcs, Gardens, and groves presented to his eyes, Above the highth of mountains interpos'd: By what strange parallax or optick skill Of vision, multiply'd through air, or glass Of telescope, were curious to enquire: And now the tempter thus his silence broke. The city which thou seest no other deem Than great and glorious Rome, queen of the earth So far renown'd, and with the spoils enrich'd Of nations; there the capitol thou see'st Above the rest lifting his stately head On the Tarpeian rock, her citadel Impregnable, and there mount Palatine, Th' imperial palace, compass huge, and high The structure, skill of noblest architects, With gilded battlements conspicuous far, Turrets, and terraces, and glittering spires.
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