Round their metropolis; and now expecting Of foreign worlds. He through the midst unmark’d, Of that Plutonian hall, invisible Of richest texture spread, at the upper end At last, as from a cloud, his fulgent head, With what permissive glory since his fall Bent their aspect, and whom they wish'd beheld, 455 Their mighty chief return’d. Loud was th' acclaim ! Forth rush'd in haste the great consulting peers, “Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers ! “Triumphant out of this infernal pit, “ And dungeon of our tyrant: now possess, “ With peril great achiev'd. Long were to tell 470 “ What I have done—what suffer'd; with what pain Voyaged the unreal, vast, unbounded deep “ To expedite your glorious march; but I “ The untractable abyss, plung'd in the womb 460 495 “Of unoriginal Night, and Chaos wild ; “My journey strange, with clamorous uproar 480 “ Protesting fate supreme; thence how I found “ The new-created world, which fame in heaven “Plac'd in a Paradise, by our exíle “ From his Creator; and, the more to increase “ Both his beloved man, and all his world, 490 “ To Sin and Death a prey ; and so to us, “ Without our hazard, labour, or alarm, “ His seed, (when is not set,) shall bruise my head. 500 “ A world who would not purchase with a bruise, “ Or much more grievous pain ? Ye have the account “ Of my performance: what remains, ye Gods! up, and enter now into full bliss ?" To fill his ear; when, contrary, he hears Of public scorn. He wonder'd; but not long 510 Had leisure, wond'ring at himself now more: His visage drawn he felt to sharp and spare; “ But 515 Reluctant; but in vain! a greater Power Now rul'd him, punish'd in the shape he sinn'd, To forked tongue; for now were all transform’d 520 Alike, to serpents all, as accessories To his bold riot: dreadful was the din Scorpion and asp, and amphisbæna dire, 525 Cerastes horn'd, hydrus, and elops drear, And dipsas ; (not so thick swarm’d once the soil Now dragon grown ; larger than whom the sun 530 Ingender'd in the Pythian vale or slime Huge Python; and his power no less he seem'd Where all yet left of that revolted rout, Sublime with expectation when to see Of ugly serpents ! horror on them fell, They felt themselves now changing: down their arms Catch'd by contagion ; like in punishment, 545 As in their crime. Thus was the applause they meant Turn’d to exploding hiss,-triumph to shame, There (His will who reigns above!) to aggravate 550 Their penance, laden with fair fruit, like that Which grew in Paradise, the bait of Eve Us’d by the tempter: on that prospect strange For one forbidden tree a multitude Yet, parch'd with scalding thirst and hunger fierce, Climbing, sat thicker than the snaky locks 560 That curl'd Megæra. Greedily they pluck'd The fruitage fair to sight, like that which grew Near that bituminous lake where Sodom flam'd; This more delusive, not the touch, but taste Deceiv'd: they, fondly, thinking to allay 565 Their appetite with gust, instead of fruit Chew'd bitter ashes, which the offended taste With hatefullest disrelish writh'd their jaws, 570 With soot and cinders fill’d: so oft they fell Into the same illusion, not as man plagued Till their lost shape, permitted, they resum'd: 575 Yearly enjoin'd, some say, to undergo This annual humbling certain number'd days, Among the heathen of their purchase got; Ophion, with Eurynome, (the wide- Meanwhile, in Paradise the hellish pair 585 600 Close following, pace for pace, not mounted yet 590 On his pale horse; to whom Sin thus began: "Second of Satan sprung, all-conquering Death! “ What think'st thou of our empire now, though earn'd “ With travel difficult? not better far " Than still at hell's dark threshold to have sat watch, 595 “Unnam'd, undreaded, and thyself half-starv'd ?” 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 ravine I may meet : “ Which here, though plenteous, all too little seems “ To stuff this maw—this vast un-hidebound corpse.” To whom the incestuous mother thus replied: “ Thou therefore on these herbs, and fruits, and flowers, “Feed first; on each beast next, and fish, and fowl605 “No homely morsels: and whatever thing “ The scythe of Time mows down, devour unspar'd; “And season him thy last and sweetest prey." Both to destroy, or unimmortal make From his transcendent seat the Saints among, 615 To those bright orders utter'd thus his voice: “See! with what heat these dogs of hell advance Kept in that state, had not the folly of man 620 “Let in these wasteful furies, who impute Folly to me: so doth the prince of hell “ A place so heavenly; and, conniving seem 625 “ To gratify my scornful enemies, |