By sudden onset; either with Hell fire To waste his whole creation, or possess 365 All as our own, and drive, as we were driven, Seduce them to our party, that their God May prove their foe, and with repenting hand 370 In our confusion, and our joy upraise In his disturbance; when his darling sons, Hurl'd headlong to partake with us, shall curse Their frail original, and faded bliss, 375 Faded so soon. Advise, if this be worth Attempting, or to sit in darkness here 380 Of mankind in one root, and Earth with Hell To mingle and involve, done all to spite The great Creator? But their spite still serves 385 Pleased highly those infernal States, and joy They vote: whereat his speech he thus renews. Well have ye judged, well ended long debate, 390 Synod of Gods! and, like to what ye are, Great things resolved, which, from the lowest deep, [arms Of those bright confines, whence, with neighbouring 396 400 Shall breathe her balm. But first whom shall we send And through the palpable obscure find out 405 II:s uncouth way, or spread his aery flight Upborne with indefatigable wings Over the vast abrupt, ere he arrive The happy isle? What strength, what art can then Suffice, or what evasion bear him safe 411 Through the strict senteries and stations thick Of Angels watching round? Here he had need All circumspection; and we now no less Choice in our suffrage; for on whom we send, 415 The weight of all, and our last hope, relies. 420 Pondering the danger with deep thought; and each In other's countenance read his own dismay, Astonish'd: None among the choice and prime Of those heaven-warring champions could be found So hardy as to proffer or accept, 425 Alone, the dreadful voyage; till at last Satan, whom now transcendent glory raised Conscious of highest, worth, unmoved thus spake . 430 435 Wide gaping, and with utter loss of being 440 445 With splendour, arm'd with power, if aught proposed And judged of public moment, in the shape To him who reigns, and so much to him due 455 High honour'd sits? Go, therefore, mighty Powers, 460 To respite, or deceive, or slack the pain Of this ill mansion: interm't no watch Against a wakeful Foe, while I abroad Through all the coasts of dark destruction seek 465 None shall partake with me. Thus saying rose The Monarch, and prevented all reply; Prudent, lest, from his resolution raised, 470 But they 475 Of thunder heard remote. Towards him they bend With awful reverence prone; and as a God Extol him equal to the Highest in Heaven: Nor fail'd they to express how much they praised 180 That for the general safety he despised His own: For neither do the Spirits damn'd Lose all their virtue; lest bad men should boast Their specious deeds on earth, which glory excites, 485 As when from mountain tops the dusky clouds Ascending, while the north wind sleeps, o'erspread 490 495 Firm concord holds; men only disagree Of creatures rational, though under hope Of heavenly grace: and, God proclaiming peace, Yet live in hatred, enmity and strife 500 Among themselves, and levy cruel wars, Wasting the earth, each other to destroy : As if (which might induce us to accord) That, day and night, for his destruction wait. 505 The Stygian council thus dissolved; and forth In order came the grand infernal Peers: Midst came their mighty Paramount, and seem'd Alone the Antagonist of Heaven, nor less Than Hell's dread Emperor, with pomp supreme 510 And Godlike imitated state him round : A globe of fiery Seraphim enclosed With bright emblazonry and horrent arms. Then of their session ended they bid cry With trumpets' regal sound the great result: 515 Toward the four winds four speedy Cherubim With deafening shout return'd them loud acclaim. 520 Thence more at ease their minds, and somewhat raised By false presumptuous hope, the ranged Powers Disband; and, wandering, each his several way Pursues, as inclination or sad choice Leads him perplex'd, where he may likeliest find 525 The irksome hours till his great Chief return. 530 535 Prick forth the aery knights, and couch their spears Till thickest legions close; with feats of arms 540 Through pain up by the roots Thessalian pines; And Lichas from the top of Eta threw into the Euboic sea. Others more mild, 5.15 (What could it less when spirits inmortal sing?) |