So started up in his own shape the Fiend, Yet thus, unmov'd with fear accost him soon. 820 825 830 Your message, like to end as much in vain ?” To whom thus Zephon, answ'ring scorn with scorn. 835 Or undiminish'd brightness to be known As when thou stood'st in Heav'n upright and pure; So spake the Cherub; and his grave rebuke, 840 845 And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue' in her shape how lovely; saw, and pin'd His lustre visibly impair'd; yet seem'd Undaunted. 850 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." 66 Thy fear," said Zephon bold, 955 Single against thee wicked, and thence weak.” But, like a proud steed rein'd, went haughty on,^` Champing his iron curb; to strive or fly "O friends, I hear the tread of nimble feet Not likely to part hence without contest; He scarce had ended, when those two approach'd, .860 863 870 And brief related whom they brought, where found, 875 How busied, in what form and posture couch'd. .880 885 To whom with stern regard thus Gabriel spake. Why hast thou, Satan, broke the bounds prescrib'd To thy transgressions, and disturb'd the charge Of others, who approve not to transgress By thy example, but have pow'r and right To question thy bold entrance on this place; Employ'd 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 Heav'n th' esteem of wise, And such I held thee; but this question ask'd Puts me in doubt. Lives there who loves his pain? Who would not, finding way, break loose from Hell, Tho' thither doom'd? thou wouldst thyself, no doubt, And boldly venture to whatever place 391 Farthest from pain, where thou might'st 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 try'd; and wilt object His will who bound us? let him surer bar His iron gates, if he intends our stay 895 In that dark durance: thus much what was ask'd. Thus he in scorn. The warlike Angel mov'd, Or not, who ask what boldness brought him hither, 901 905 Unlicens'd, from his bounds in Hell prescrib'd; 910 However, and to scape his punishment. judge thou still, presumptuous, till the wrath, But wherefore thou alone?refore with thee 915 920 The first in flight from pain, hadst thou alleg'd To thy deserted host this cause of flight, Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive." To which the Fiend thus answer'd, frowning stern. 925 Insulting Angel: well thou know'st I stood 930 A faithful leader, not to hazard all Through ways of danger by himself untry'd: I therefore, I alone first undertook 935 To wing the desolate abyss, and spy This new-created world, whereof in Hell Better abode and my afflicted Powers 940 High up in Heav'n, with songs to hymn his throne, 945 To say and straight unsay, pretending first Wise to fly pain, professing uext the spy, Argues no leader but a liar trac'd, Satan, and couldst thou faithful add? O name, 950 O sacred name of faithfulness profan'd! Faithful to whom? to thy rebellious crew? Army of Fiends, fit body to fit head. Was this your discipline and faith engag'd, 955 Allegiance to th' acknowledg'd Pow'r supreme? Once fawn'd, and cring'd, and servilely ador'd Heav'n's awful Monarch? wherefore, but in hope 960 Fly thither whence thou fledst: if from this hour So threaten'd he; but Satan to no threats BOOK IV. 965 971 975 Their phalanx, and began to hem him round With ported spears, as thick as when a field 980 Her bearded grove of ears, which way the wind Like Teneriff or Atlas unremov'd: His stature reach'd the sky, and on his crest Sat horror plum'd; nor wanted in his grasp 985 What seem'd both spear and shield. Now dreadful deeds Might have ensued, nor only Paradise 991 In this commotion, but the starry cope Of Heav'n perhaps, or all the elements, At least had gone to wrack, disturb'd and torn : 995 1000 The latter quick up flew, and kick'd the beam; 1005 "Satan, I know thy strength, and thou know'st mine, Neither our own but given; what folly then To boast what arms can do? since thine no more 1010 Where thou art weigh'd, and shown how light, how weak, If thou resist." The Fiend look'd up, and knew lis mounted scale aloft: nor more; but fled slurm'ring and with him fled the shades of night. END OF THE FOURTH BOOK. 1014 |