Of erring, from the path of truth remote : Unjustly thou deprav'ft it with the name Of fervitude to ferve whom God ordains,
Or Nature: God and Nature bid the fame, When he who rules is worthiest, and excels Them whom he governs. This is fervitude, To ferve th' unwife, or him who hath rebell'd Against his worthier, as thine now ferve thee, Thyself not free, but to thyfelf inthrall'd; Yet lewdly dar'ft our miniftring upbraid. Reign thou in Hell thy kingdom; let me ferve In Heav'n God ever blest, and his divine Behefts obey, worthieft to be obey'd;
Yet chains in Hell, not realms expect: mean while From me return'd, as erft thou saidft, from flight, This greeting on thy impious creft receive.
So faying, a noble stroke he lifted high, Which hung not, but fo fwift with tempeft fell On the proud creft of Satan, that no fight, Nor motion of fwift thought, lefs could his shield Such ruin intercept: ten paces huge
He back recoil'd; the tenth on bended knee His maffy spear upstay'd ; as if on earth Winds under ground, or waters forcing way Sidelong had pufh'd a mountain from his feat Half funk with all his pines. Amazement, feiz’d The rebel 'Thrones, but greater rage to fee
Thus foil'd their mightieft; ours joy fill'd, and fhout, Prefage of victory, and fierce defire
Of battel whereat Michäel bid found
Th' Arch-Angel trumpet; through the vaft of Heaven It founded, and the faithful armies rung Hofannah to the High'ft: nor ftood at gaze The adverse legions, nor less hideous join'd The horrid shock: now ftorming fury rose, And clamor fuch as heard in Heav'n till now Was never; arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd; dire was the noise Of conflict; over head the dismal hifs Of fiery darts in flaming volies flew, And flying vaulted either hoft with fire. So under fiery cope together rufh'd Both battels main, with ruinous affault And inextinguishable rage; all Heaven Refounded, and had Earth been then, all Earth Had to her center fhook. What wonder? when Millions of fierce encountring Angels fought On either fide, the least of whom could wield Thefe elements, and arm him with the force Of all their regions: how much more of power Army' against army numberlefs to raise Dreadful combuftion warring, and difturb, Though not deftroy, their happy native feat; Had not th' eternal King omnipotent
From his ftrong hold of Heav'n high over-rul'd And limited their might; though number'd fuch As each divided legion might have seem'd A numerous hoft, in strength each armed hand A legion, led in 'fight yet leader feem'd
Each warrior fingle as in chief, expert When to advance, or ftand, or turn the sway Of battel, open when, and when to clofe The ridges of grim war: no thought of flight, None of retreat, no unbecoming deed That argued fear; each on himself rely'd, As only in his arm the moment lay Of victory: deeds of eternal fame Were done, but infinite; for wide was spread That war and various, fometimes on firm ground A standing fight, then foaring on main wing Tormented all the air; all air feem'd then Conflicting fire: long time in even scale The battel hung; till Satan, who that day Prodigious pow'r had fhown, and met in arms No equal, ranging through the dire attack Of fighting Seraphim confus'd, at length
Saw where the fword of Michael fmote, and fell'd 250 Squadrons at once; with huge two-handed sway Brandish'd aloft the horrid edge came down Wide wafting; fuch destruction to withstand He hafted, and oppos'd the rocky orb Of tenfold adamant, his ample shield, A vaft circumference: At his approach The great Arch-Angel from his warlike toil Surceas'd, and glad as hoping here to end Inteftin war in Heav'n, th' arch-foe fubdu'd Os captive dragg'd in chains, with hoftile frown 269 And visage all inflam'd firft thus began.
Author of evil, unknown till thy revolt,
Unnam'd in Heav'n, now plenteous, as thoù feest These acts of hateful strife, hateful to all, Though heavieft by juft measure on thyfelf And thy adherents: how haft thou disturb'd Heav'n's blessed peace, and into nature brought Mifery, uncreated till the crime
Of thy rebellion! how haft thou instill'd Thy malice into thousands, once upright
And faithful, now prov'd falfe! But think not here To trouble holy rest; Heav'n cafts thee out From all her confines. Heav'n the feat of bliss Brooks not the works of violence and war. Hence then, and evil go with thee along, Thy offspring, to the place of evil, Hell, Thou and thy wicked crew; there mingle broils, Ere this avenging fword begin thy doom, Or fome more fudden vengeance wing'd from God Precipitate thee with augmented pain. 280
So fpake the Prince of Angels; to whom thus The Adverfary. Nor think thou with wind Of aery threats to awe whom yet with deeds Thou canst not. Haft thou turn'd the least of these To flight, or if to fall, but that they rife Unvanquish'd, eafier to tranfact with me
That thou shouldft hope, imperious, and with threats To chafe me hence? err not that fo fhall end The strife which thou call'st evil, but we ftile The ftrife of glory; which we mean to win, Or turn this Heav'n itself into the Hell Thou fableft, here however to dwell free
If not to reign: mean while thy utmost force, And join him nam'd Almighty to thy aid, I fly not, but have fought thee far and nigh, They ended parle, and both addrefs'd for fight Unfpeakable; for who, though with the tongue Of Angels, can relate, or to what things Liken on earth confpicuous, that may lift Human imagination to fuch highth
Of Godlike pow'r? for likeft Gods they feem'd, Stood they or mov'd, in ftature, motion, arms, Fit to decide the empire of great Heaven. Now wav'd their fiery fwords, and in the air
Made horrid circles; two broad funs their shields 305 Blaz'd oppofit, while expectation stood
In horror; from each hand with speed retir'd, Where erft was thickest fight, th' angelic throng, And left large field, unfafe within the wind Of fuch commotion; such as, to set forth Great things by small, if nature's concord broke, Among the conftellations war were sprung, Two planets rushing from afpéct malign Of fiercest oppofition in mid sky
Should combat, and their jarring spheres confound. Together both with next to' almighty arm Up-lifted imminent, one ftroke they aim'd That might determin, and not need repeat, As not of pow'r at once; nor odds appear'd In might or swift prevention: but the sword Of Michael from the armoury of God Was given him temper'd so, that neither keen N 4
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