"Ithuriel and Zephon, with winged speed
Search through this garden; leave unsearched no nook;
But chiefly where those two fair creatures lodge, Now laid perhaps asleep, secure of harm.
This evening from the sun's decline arrived Who tells of some infernal spirit seen
Hitherward bent (who could have thought?), escaped
The bars of Hell, on errand bad, no doubt:
Such, where ye find, seize fast, and hither bring." So saying, on he led his radiant files, Dazzling the moon; these to the bower direct
In search of whom they sought. Him there they found Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve, Assaying by his devilish art to reach
The organs of her fancy, and with them forge Illusions as he list, phantasms and dreams; Or if, inspiring venom, he might taint
The animal spirits, that from pure blood arise
Like gentle breaths from rivers pure, thence raise, At least distempered, discontented thoughts, Vain hopes, vain aims, inordinate desires, Blown up with high conceits engendering pride. Him thus intent Ithuriel with his spear
Touched lightly; for no falsehood can endure Touch of celestial temper, but returns Of force to its own likeness. Up he starts, Discovered and surprised. As, when a spark Lights on a heap of nitrous powder, laid Fit for the tun, some magazine to store Against a rumoured war, the smutty grain, With sudden blaze diffused, inflames the air; So started up, in his own shape, the fiend. Back step those two fair angels, half amazed So sudden to behold the grisly king;
Yet thus, unmoved with fear, accost him soon :- "Which of those rebel spirits adjudged to Hell Com'st thou, escaped thy prison? and, transformed,
Why satt'st thou like an enemy in wait,
Here watching at the head of these that sleep?"
"Know ye not, then," said Satan, filled with scorn, "Know ye not me? Ye knew me once no mate
For you, there sitting where ye durst not soar ! Not to know me argues yourselves unknown, The lowest of your throng; or, if ye know, Why ask ye, and superfluous begin
Your message, like to end as much in vain?"
To whom thus Zephon, answering scorn with scorn :— "Think not, revolted spirit, thy shape the same, Or undiminished brightness, to be known
As when thou stood'st in Heaven upright and pure. That glory then, when thou no more wast good, Departed from thee; and thou resemblest now Thy sin and place of doom obscure and foul. But come; for thou, be sure, shalt give account To him who sent us, whose charge is to keep This place inviolable, and these from harm.'
So spake the cherub; and his grave rebuke, Severe in youthful beauty, added grace Invincible. Abashed the devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely-saw, and pined His loss; but chiefly to find here observed His lustre visibly impaired; yet seemed Undaunted. "If I must contend," said he, "Best with the best-the sender, not the sent; Or all at once: more glory will be won,
Or less be lost." "Thy fear," said Zephon bold, "Will save us trial what the least can do Single against thee wicked, and thence weak." The fiend replied not, overcome with rage; But, like a proud steed reined, went haughty on, Champing his iron curb. To strive or fly He held it vain; awe from above had quelled
His heart, not else dismayed. Now drew they nigh
The western point, where those half-rounding guards Just met, and, closing, stood in squadron joined, Awaiting next command. To whom their chief, Gabriel, from the front thus called aloud :-
"O friends, I hear the tread of nimble feet Hasting this way, and now by glimpse discern Ithuriel and Zephon through the shade; And with them comes a third, of regal port, But faded splendour wan, who by his gait
And fierce demeanour seems the Prince of Hell- Not likely to part hence without contest. Stand firm, for in his look defiance lours."
He scarce had ended, when those two approached, And brief related whom they brought, where found, How busied, in what form and posture couched.
To whom, with stern regard, thus Gabriel spake :- Why hast thou, Satan, broke the bounds prescribed To thy transgressions, and disturbed the charge Of others, who approve not to transgress By thy example, but have power and right To question thy bold entrance on this place; Employed, it seems, to violate sleep, and those Whose dwelling God hath planted here in bliss?" To whom thus Satan, with contemptuous brow :— "Gabriel, thou hadst in Heaven the esteem of wise, And such I held thee; but this question asked Puts me in doubt. Lives there who loves his pain? Who would not, finding way, break loose from Hell,
Though thither doomed? Thou wouldst thyself, no doubt, 890 And boldly venture to whatever place
Farthest from pain, where thou mightst hope to change
Torment with ease, and soonest recompense
Dole with delight, which in this place I sought:
To thee no reason, who know'st only good,
But evil hast not tried.
His will who bound us?
His iron gates, if He intends our stay
In that dark durance. Thus much what was asked: The rest is true; they found me where they say; But that implies not violence or harm."
Thus he in scorn. The warlike angel moved, Disdainfully half smiling, thus replied :— "O loss of one in Heaven to judge of wise, Since Satan fell, whom folly overthrew, And now returns him from his prison 'scaped, Gravely in doubt whether to hold them wise Or not who ask what boldness brought him hither Unlicensed from his bounds in Hell prescribed ! 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 Can equal anger infinite provoked.
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 alleged
To thy deserted host this cause of flight,
Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive."
To which the fiend thus answered, frowning stern :— "Not that I less endure, or shrink from pain, Insulting angel! well thou know'st I stood Thy fiercest, when in battle to thy aid The blasting volleyed thunder made all speed And seconded thy else not dreaded spear. But still thy words at random, as before, Argue thy inexperience what behoves, From hard assays and ill successes past, A faithful leader-not to hazard all Through ways of danger by himself untried. 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 Heaven, with songs to hymn His throne, And practised distances to cringe, not fight." To whom the warrior-angel soon replied:- "To say and straight unsay, pretending first Wise to fly pain, professing next the spy, Argues no leader, but a liar traced,
Satan; and couldst thou 'faithful' add? O name, O sacred name of faithfulness profaned! Faithful to whom? to thy rebellious crew? Army of fiends, fit body to fit head!
Was this your discipline and faith engaged, Your military obedience, to dissolve Allegiance to the acknowledged Power supreme? And thou, sly hypocrite, who now wouldst seem Patron of liberty, who more than thou
Once fawned, and cringed, and servilely adored Heaven's awful Monarch? wherefore, but in hope To dispossess Him, and thyself to reign? But mark what I areed thee now: Avaunt!
Fly thither whence thou fledd'st. If from this hour Within these hallowed limits thou appear, Back to the infernal pit I drag thee chained, And seal thee so as henceforth not to scorn The facile gates of Hell too slightly barred." So threatened he; but Satan to no threats Gave heed, but waxing more in rage, replied:- "Then, when I am thy captive, talk of chains, Proud limitary cherub! but ere then Far heavier load thyself expect to feel
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