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Brandish'd aloft', the horrid edge came down
Author of evil! unknown till thy revolt, Unpam'd in Heav'n, now plenteous, (as thou feet) These acts of hateful ftrife; haieful to all, Though heaviest (by jutt measure) on thy felf, 265 And thy adherents : how halt thou disturbid Heav'n's blessed peace, and into nature brought Misery, uncreated till the crime Of thy rebellion! how hast thou instillid Thy malice into thousands, once upright 270 And faithful, now prov'd false! But think not here To trouble holy:reit; Heav'n cafts thee out From all her confines : Heav'n, the seat of bliss, Brooks not the works of violence and war. Hence then! and Evil go with thee along, 275 Thy offspring, to the place of evil, Hell;
Thou and thy wicked crew! there mingle broils; E’re this avenging sword begin thy doom', Or some more sudden vengeance, wing’d from GOD, Precipitate thee with augmented pain.
280 So spake the Prince of Angels: to whom thus The Adversary. Nor think thou with wind Of aery threats to awe, whom yet with deeds Thou canst not. Hast thou turn'd the least of these To flight, or if to fall, but that they rise 285 Unvanquish'd, easier to transact with me, That thou shouldst hope, imperious! and with threats
To chase me hence? Err not that so Thall end
They ended parle, and both addrest for fight
320 OF MICHAEL from the armory of GOD. Was giv'n him temper'd so, that neither keen Nor folid might resist that edge: it met The Sword of SATAN, with steep force to smite