By furce impossible, by leave obtain'd Unacceptable, though in Heaven, our state Or splendid vassalage; but rather seek
Our own good from ourselves, and from our own Live to ourselves, though in this vast recess, Free, and to none accountable, preferring Hara liberty before the easy yoke
Of servite pomp. Our greatness will appear Then most conspicuous, when great things of small, Useful of hurtful, prosperous of adverse,
We can create; and in what place soe'er Thrive under evil, and work ease out of pain,
Through labour and endurance. This deep world Of darkness do we dread? How oft amidst Thick clouds and dark doth Heaven's all-ruling Sire Choose to reside, his glory unobscured, And with the majesty of darkness round Covers his throne; from whence deep thunders roar Mustering their rage, and Heaven resembles Hell? As he our darkness, cannot we his light Imitate when we please? This desert soil Wants not her hidden lustre, gems and gold; Nor want we skill or art, from whence to raise Magnificence; and what can Heaven show more? Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements; these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed Into their temper; which must needs remove The sensible of pain. All things invite To peaceful counsels, and the settled state Of order, how in safety best we may Compose our present evils, with regard Of what we are, and where; dismissing quite
All thoughts of war: Ye have what I advise
He scarce had finish'd, when such murmur fill'd The assembly as when hollow rocks retain The sound of blustering winds, which all night long Had roused the sea, now with hoarse cadence lull
Seafaring men o'erwatch'd, whose bark by chance, Or pinnace, anchors in a craggy bay After the tempest: Such applause was heard As Mammon ended, and his sentence pleased, Advising peace: for such another field
They dreaded worse than Hell: so much the fear Of thunder and the sword of Michaël
Wrought still within them; and no less desire
To found this nether empire, which might rise By policy, and long process of time,
In emulation opposite to Heaven.
Which when Beelzebub perceived, than whom Satan except none higher sat, with grave Aspéct he rose, and in his rising seem'd A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care;
And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin: sage he stood
With Atlantean shoulders fit to bare
The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look
Drew audience and attention still as night
Or summer's noontide air, while thus he spake.
Thrones and Imperial Powers, Offspring of Heaven, Ethereal Virtues! or these titles now
Must we renounce, and, changing style, be call'd Princes of Hell! for so the popular vote
Inclines, here to continue, and build up here
A growing empire; doubtless! while we dream, 315 And know not that the King of Heaven hath doom'd This place our dungeon; not our safe retreat Beyond his potent arm, to live exempt
From Heaven's high jurisdiction, in new league
Banded against his throne, but to remain
In strictest bondage, though thus far removed Under the inevitable curb, reserved
His captive multitude: For he, be sure
In height or depth, still first and last will reign Sole king, and of his kingdom lose no part
By our revolt; but over Hell extend
His empire, and with iron sceptre rule
Us here, as with his golden those in Heaven. What sit we then projecting peace and war? War hath determined us, and foil'd with loss Irreparable; terms of peace yet none
Vouchsafed or sought; for what peace will be given To us enslaved, but custody severe,
And stripes, and arbitrary punishment Inflicted? and what peace can we return,
But to our power hostility and hate,
Untamed reluctance, and revenge though slow, Yet ever plotting how the conqueror least
May reap his conquest, and may least rejoice In doing what we most in siffering feel? Nor wiil occasion want, nor shall we need With dangerous expedition to invade
Heaven, whose high walls fear no assault nor siege, Or ambush from the deep. What if we find Some easier enterprise? There is a place (If ancient and prophetic fame in Heaven
Err not,) another world, the happy seat
Of some new race call'd Man, about this time To be created like to us, though less in power and excellence, but favour'd more Of Him who rules above; so was his will Pronounced among the Gods, and by an oath, That shook Heaven's whole circumference, confirm'd Thither let us bend all our thoughts, to learn What creatures there inhabit, of what mould, Or substance, how endued, and what their power And where their weakness, how attempted best, By force or subtlety. Though Heaven be shut, And Heaven's high Arbitrator sit secure
In his own strength, this place may lie exposed, 360 The utmost border of his kingdom, left To their defence who hold it: Here perhaps Some advantageous act may be achieved
By sudden onset; either with Hell fire
To waste his whole creation, or possess
All as our own, and drive, as we were driven, The puny habitants; or, if not drive, Seduce them to our party, that their God May prove their foe, and with repenting hand Abolish his own works. This would surpass Common revenge, and interrupt his joy
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,
Faded so soon. Advise, if this be worth
Attempting, or to sit in darkness here Hatching vain empires. Thus Beelzebub Pleaded his devilish counsel, first devised
By Satan, and in part proposed: For whence, But from the author of all ill, could spring So deep a malice, to confound the race
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
His glory to augment. The bold design
Pleased highly those infernal States, and joy Sparkled in all their eyes; with full assent 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, Will once more lift us up, in spite of fate,
Nearer our ancient seat; perhaps in view
Of those bright confines, whence, with neighbouring And opportune excursion, we may chance Reenter Heaven; or else in some mild zone Dwell, not unvisited of Heaven's fair light, Secure; and at the brightening orient beam Purge off this gloom: the soft delicious air, To heal the scar of these corrosive fires,
Shall breathe her balm. But first whom shall we send In search of this new world? whom shall we find Sufficient? who shall tempt with wandering feet The dark unbottom'd infinite abyss,
And through the palpable obscure find out His 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
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, The weight of all, and our last hope, relies. This said he sat; and expectation held His look suspense, awaiting who appear'd To second, or oppose, or undertake The perilous attempt: but all sat mute,
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,
Alone, the dreadful voyage; till at last
Satan, whom now transcendent glory raised Above his fellows, with monarchal pride,
Conscious of highest worth, unmoved thus spake : O Progeny of Heaven, empyreal Thrones? With reason hath deep silence and demur Seized us, though undismay'd: Long is the ways And hard, that out of Hell leads up to light; Our prison strong; this huge convex of fire, Outrageous to devour, immures us round Ninefold; and gates of burning adamant, Barr'd over us, prohibit all egress. These pass'd, if any pass, the void profound Of unessential Night receives him next
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