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Second of Satan sprung, all-cunqu’ring Death, What think'st thou of our empire now, tho' earu'd With travel difficult? Not better far Than still at Hell's dark threshold to' have sat watch, Unnamed, undreaded, and thyselt half starved ? 595
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 ravin I may meet; Which here, tho' plenteous, all too little seems 600 To stuff this maw, this vast unhide-bound corpse.
To whom the incestuous mother thus reply'd: Thou therefore on these herbs, and fruits, and flow’rs, Feed first, on each beast next, and fish, and fowl, No homely morsels; and whatever thing 605 The scythe of Time mows down, devour unspared ; Till I in Man, residing through the race, His thoughts, his louks, words, actions, all infect, And season him thy last and sweetest prey.
This said, they both betook them sev'ral ways, 610 Both to destroy or unimmortal make All kinds, and for destruction to mature Sooner or later ; which th' Almighty seeing, From his transcendent seat the Saints among, To those bright Orders utter'd thus his voice : 615
See with what heat these dogs of Hell advance To waste and havoc yonder world, which I So fair and good created, and bad still Kept in that state, had not the folly' of Man Let in these wasteful furies, who impute
620 Folly to me! So doth the prince of Hell And his adherents, that with so much ease I suffer them to enter and possess A place so heav'nly, and conniving seem To gratify my scornful enemies,
625 That laugh as if, transported with some fit Of
passion, I to them had quitted all, At random yielded up to their misrule, And know not that I call'd and drew them thither, My Hell-hounds, to lick up the draff and filth 630 Which Man's polluting sin with taint hath shed 601. Unhide-bound, not filled out, with a skin hangiug
loose und fabbs.
On what was pure, till cramm’d and gorged, nigh With suck’d and glutted offal, at one sling [burst Of thy victorious arm, well-pleasing Son, Both Sin, and Death, and yawning Grave at last 635 Thro' Chaos hurl’d, obstruct the mouth of Hell For ever, and seal up his ravenous jaws. Then Heav'n and Earth renew'd, shall be made pure To sanctity, that shall receive no stain: Till then, the curse pronounced on both precedes. 640 He ended, and the heav'nly audience loud Sung Halleluiah, as the sound of seas, Through multitude that sung: Just are thy ways, Righteous are thy decrees on all thy works; Who can extenuate thee! Next, to the Son, 645 Destined Restorer of mankind, by whom New Heav'n and Earth shall to the ages rise, Or down from Heav'n descend. Such was their song, While the Creator, calling forth by name His mighty Angels, gave them several charge, 650 As sorted best with present things. The sun Had first his precept so to move, so shine, As might affect the earth with cold and heat Scarce tolerable; and from the north to call Decrepit winter; from the south to bring 655 Solstitial summer's heat. To the blank moon Her office they prescribed; to th’ other five Their planetary motions and aspécts In sextile, square, and trine, and opposite Of noxious efficacy, and when to join 660 In synod unbenign; and taught the fix’d Their influence malignant when to show'r, Which of them rising with the sun, or falling, Should prove tempestuous; to the winds they set Their corners, when with bluster to confound 665 Sea, air, and shore, the thunder when to roll With terror through the dark aereal hall. Some say, he bid his Angels turn askance The poles of earth twice ten degrees and more From the sun's axle; they with labour push'd 670 Oblique the centric globe. Some say, the sun Was bid turn reins from th' equinoctial road
643. Rev. xv. 3. xvi. 7. 647. Rev. xxi. 2. 656. Blank moon, like the French word blanc, white
Like distant breadth to Taurus with the seven
686. Estotiland, a country in North America, near Hudson's Bay.-Magellan, a part of South America.
688. Thyestean banquet ; Thyestis is said to have been ban. queted by his brother on the bodies of his niurdered children.
696. Norumbega, a province of North America.-Samoieda, a province of Muscovy.
699. The names of the north, north-west, north-east, the south, and south-west winds. Serraliona, 2 range of mountains to the south-west of Africa. ---Sirocco and' Libecchio, the south-east and south-west winds.
Daughter of Sin, among th' irrational,
O miserable of happy! Is this the end 720 Of this new glorious world, and me so late The glory of that glory, who now, become Accursed of blessed, hide me from the face Of God, whom to behold was then my height Of happiness? Yet well, if here would end 725 The misery. I deserved it, and would bear My own deservings; but this will not serve; All that I eat or drink, or shall beget, Is propagated curse ! 0 voice once heard Delightfully, ' Increase and multiply,'
720 Now death to hear! For what can I increase Or multiply, but curses on my head ! Who, of all ages to succeed, but feeling The evil on him brought by me, will curse My head! Ill fare our ancestor impure!
735 For this we may thank Adam! but his thanks Shall be the execration! So besides Mine own that bide upon me, all from me Shall with a fierce reflux on me redound; On me, as on their natural centre, light
740 Heavy, though in their place. O feeting joys Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes ! Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me, or here place 745 In this delicious garden? As my will Concurr'd not to my being, it were but right And equal to reduce me to my dust;
749. Bentley proposes to cut out the following ten lina as un worthy of Milton's genius and a detriment to the poem.
Desirous to resign and render back
765 God made thee' of choice his own, and of his own To serve him: thy reward was of his grace; Thy punishment then, justly', is at his will. Be' it so, for I submit: his doom is fair, That dust I am, and shall to dust return.
770 O welcome hour whenever! Why delays 'His band to execute what his decree Fix'd on this day? Why do I overlive, Why am I mock'd with death, and lengthen'd out To deathless pain? How gladly would I meet 775 Mortality, my sentence, and be earth Insepsible ! Ilow glad would lay me down, As in my mother's lap! There I should rest, And sleep secure ; his dreadful voice no more Would thunder in my ears! No fear of worse 780 To me and to my offspring would torment me With cruel expectation ! Yet one doubt Pursues me still, lest all I cannot die ; Lest that pure breath of life, the spirit of Man Which God inspired, cannot together perish 785 With this corporeal clod! then in the grave, Or in some other dismal place, who knows But I shall die a living death! O thought Horrid, if true! Yet why? It was but breath Of life that sinn'd. What dies but what had life 700 And sin ? the body, properly, hath neither. All of me then shall die. Let this appease