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Weehls her pale course; they on their mirth and dance
Intent, with jocund music charm his ear;
At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Thus incorporeal spirits to finallest forms
Reduc'd their shapes immenfe, and were at large, 790
Though without number still amidst the hall
Of that infernal court. But far within,
And in their own dimenfions like themselves,

The great Seraphic Lords and Cherubim,
In close recess and secret conclave fat;
A thousand Demi-gods on golden seats,
Frequent and full: after short filence then
And fummons read, the great confult began,

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BOOK 11.

High on a throne of royal state, which far
Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind,
Or where the gorgeous east with richest hand
Show'rs on her kings barbaric pearl and gold,
Satan exalted fat, by merit rais'd
To that bad eminence; and from despair.
Thus high uplifted beyond hope, aspires
Beyond thus high, infatiate to pursue
Vain war with Heav'n, and by success untaught
His proud imaginations thus display'd.

Powers and Dominions, Deities of Heav'n!
For since no deep within her gulph can hold
Immortal vigor, though oppress'd and fall'n,
I give not Heav'n for loft. From this defcent

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Celestial virtues rising, will appear
More glorious and more dread than from no fall,
And trust themselves to fear no second fate.
Me though just right, and the fix'd laws of Heav'n
Did first create your leader, next free choice,

With what befides, in council or in fight,

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Hath been achiev'd of merit, yet this loss
Thus far at leafst recover'd, hath much more
Eftablish'd, in a fafe unenvied throne,

Yielded with full confent. The happier state
In Heav'n, which follows dignity, might draw 25

Envy from each inferior; but who here

Will envy whom the highest place expofes
Foremost to stand against the Thunderer's aim
Your bulwark, and condemns to greatest share
Of endless pain? Where there is then no good
For which to strive, no ftrife can grow up there
From faction; for none fure will claim in Hell
Precedence; none, whose portion is so small
Of present pain, that with ambitious mind
Will covet more! With this advantage then
To union, and firm faith, and firm accord,
More than can be in Heav'n, we now return
To claim our just inheritance of old,
Surer to prosper than profperity
Could have afsfur'd us; and by what best way,
Whether of open war or covert guile,

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We now debate; who can advise may fpeak.
He ceas'd, and next him Moloch, fceptred king,
Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit
That fought in Heav'n, now fiercer by defpair: 45
His trust was with th' Eternal to be deem'd
Equal in strength, and rather than be less
Car'd not to be at all; with that care loft
Went all his fear of God, or Hell, or worse,
He reck'd not; and these words thereafter spake: so
My fentence is for open war: of wiles,
More unexpert, I boast not: them let those
Contrive who need, or when they need, not now:
For while they fit contriving, shall the reft,
Millions that stand in arms, and longing wait
The fignal to ascend, fit ling'ring here
Heav'n's fugitives, and for their dwelling-place
Accept this dark opprobrions den of shame,

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By our delay? No! let us rather choofe,
Arm'd with hell flames and fury, all at once
O'er Heav'n's high tow'rs to force refiftless way,
Turning our tortures into horrid arms
Against the torturer; when to meet the noise
Of his Almighty engin he shall hear
Infernal thunder, and for lightning fee a
Black fire and horrot shot with equal rage
Among his Angels; and his throne itself
Mix'd with Tartarean fulphur, and strange fire,
His own invented torments. But perhaps
The way feems difficult and steep to scale
With upright wing against a higher foe.
Let such bethink them, if the fleepy drench
Of that forgetful lake benumb not still,
That in our proper motion we afcend
Up to our native seat: defcent and fall
To us is adverse. Who but felt of late
When the fierce foe hung on our broken rear
Insulting, and persued us through the deep,
With what compulfion and laborious flight
We funk thus low? th' afcent is easy then;
Th' event is fear'de should we again provoke
Our stronger, some worse way his wrath may find
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Desperate revenge, and battel dangerous
To less than Gods. On the other fide up rofe
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Timrous and flothful; yet he pleas'd the fear,
And with perfuafive accent thus begantar

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By force, and at our heels all Hell should rife
With blackest insurrection, to confound
Heav'n's pureft light; yet our great enemy
All incorruptible would on his throne
Sit unpolluted, and th' ethereal mould
Incapable of stain, would foon expel
Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire
Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat defpair: we must exafperate
Th' Almighty Victor to fpend all his rage,
And that muit end us, that must be our cure
To be no more: fad cure! for who would lose,
Though full of pain, this intellectual being,
Thofe thoughts that wander through eternity,
To perish rather, swallow'd up and loft
In the wide womb of uncreated night,
Devoid of sense and motion? and who knows,
Let this be good, whether our angry foe
Can give it, or will ever? how he can,
Is doubtful; that he never will, is fure.
Will he, fo wife, let loose at once his ire,
Belike through impotence, or unaware,
To give his enemies their wish, and end
Them in his anger, whom his anger saves
To punish endless? Wherefore cease we then?
Say they who counsel war, we are decreed,
Reserv'd, and destin'd to eternal woe;
Whatever doing, what can we fuffer more,
What can we fuffer worse? Is this then worst,
Thus fitting, thus consulting, thus in arms?
What! when we fled amain, pursu'd and struck 165
With Heav'n's afflicting thunder, and befought
The deep to shelter us? this Hell then feem'd
A refuge from those wounds: or when we lay
Chain'd on the burning lake? that sure was worse.
What if the breath that kindled those grim fires, 170
Awak'd should blow them into sevenfold rage,
And plunge us in the flames? or from above

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