Unlicens'd from his bounds in hell prescrib'd: So wise he judges it to fly from pain However, and to scape his punishment.
So judge thou still, presumptuous, till the wrath, Which thou incurr'st by flying, meet thy flight Sevenfold, and scourge that wisdom back to hell, Which taught thee yet no better, that no pain 915 Can equal anger infinite provok❜d.
But wherefore thou alone? wherefore with thee Came not all hell broke loose? is pain to them Less pain, less to be fled, or thou than they Less hardy to endure? courageous chief, The first in flight from pain, hadst thou alledg'd To thy deserted host this cause of flight, Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive.
To which the fiend thus answer'd, frowning stern. Not that I less endure, or shrink from pain, 925 Insulting angel, well thou know'st I stood Thy fiercest, when in battel to thy aid The blasting vollied thunder made all speed, And seconded thy else not dreaded spear. But still thy words at random, as before, Argue thy inexperience what behooves From hard assays and ill successes past A faithful leader, not to hazard all Through ways of danger by himself untry'd. I therefore, I alone first undertook
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 Powers To settle here on earth, or in mid air; Though for possession put to try once more What thou and thy gay legions dare against; Whose easier business were to serve their Lord High up in heav'n, with songs to hymn his throne, And practis'd distances to cringe, not fight.
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 trac'd,
Satan, and couldst thou faithful add? O name, 950 O sacred name of faithfulness profan'd! Faithful to whom? to thy rebellious crew? Army of fiends, fit body to fit head:
Was this your discipline and faith engag'd, Your military obedience, to dissolve Allegiance to th' acknowledg'd Power supreme? And thou sly hypocrite, who now wouldst seem Patron of liberty, who more than thou Once fawn'd, and cring'd, and servilely ador'd Heav'n's awful Monarch? wherefore but in hope To dispossess him, and thy self to reign?
But mark what I arreed thee now, avaunt; Fly thither whence thou fledst: if from this hour
945 And] With' is understood. Pearce.
902 arreed] See Lisle's Dubartas, p. 173.
'Arreed in books of heaven the summe.'
Within these hallow'd limits thou appear, Back to th' infernal pit I drag thee chain'd, And seal thee so, as henceforth not to scorn The facil gates of hell too slightly barr'd.
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 thy self expect to feel From my prevailing arm; though heaven's King Ride on thy wings, and thou with thy compeers, Us'd to the yoke, draw'st his triumphant wheels 975 In progress through the road of heav'n star-pav'd. 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 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 :
His stature reach'd the sky, and on his crest
966 And seal] See Northmore's note to Tryphiodorus, p. 88. 976 star-pav'd] Ashmore's Epigrams, 4to. p. 33.
'The casements large of Heaven have open set, And from their star-pav'd floors have sent me down.'
Sat horror plum'd; nor wanted in his grasp What seem'd both spear and shield. Now dreadful Might have ensu'd, nor only paradise
n this commotion, but the starry cope
Of heav'n perhaps, or all the elements
At least had gone to wrack, disturb'd and torn With violence of this conflict, had not soon Th' Eternal to prevent such horrid fray
Hung forth in heav'n his golden scales, yet seen Betwixt Astrea and the Scorpion sign, Wherein all things created first he weigh'd, The pendulous round earth with balanc'd air 1000 In counterpoise; now ponders all events, Battels, and realms: in these he put two weights, The sequel each of parting and of fight; The latter quick up flew and kick'd the beam: Which Gabriel spying thus bespake the fiend. 1005
Satan, I know thy strength, and thou know'st Neither our own but giv'n; what folly then [mine: To boast what arms can do, since thine no more Than heav'n permits, nor mine, though doubled now To trample thee as mire? for proof look up, 1010 And read thy lot in yon celestial sign, [weak, Where thou art weigh'd, and shown how light, how If thou resist. The fiend look'd up, and knew His mounted scale aloft: nor more; but fled Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night. 'Thine' and mine' refer to strength, ver.
1008 Thine]
006. not to arms.
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