For each seemed either -- black it stood as night, 670 Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand, and from his seat The monster moving onward came as fast With horrid strides : hell trembled as he strode. The undaunted fiend what this might be admired - Admired, not feared (God and his Son except, Created thing naught valued he, nor shunned); And with disdainful look thus first began :-
680 “Whence, and what art thou, execrable shape, That darest, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gates ? Through them I mean to pass, That be assured, without leave asked of thee. Retire! or taste thy folly, and learn by proof, Hell-born, not to contend with spirits of heaven!”
To whom the goblin full of wrath replied: " Art thou that traitor-angel, art thou he,
689 Who first broke peace in heaven, and faith, till then Unbroken, and in proud rebellious arms Drew after him the third part of heaven's sons, Conjured against the Highest; for which both thou And they, outcast from God, are here condemned
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To waste eternal days in woe and pain ? And reckonest thou thyself with spirits of heaven, Hell-doomed, and breathest defiance here and scorn, Where I reign king, and, to enrage thee more, Thy king and lord ? Back to thy punishment, False fugitive! and to thy speed add wings, Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue Thy lingering, or with one stroke of this dart, Strange horror seize thee, and pangs unfelt before !”
So spake the grisly terror; and in shape, So speaking and so threatening, grew tenfold More dreadful and deform. On the other side, Incensed with indignation, Satan stood Unterrified, and like a cometo burned, That fires the length of Ophiuchuso huge In the arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war. Each at the head Leveled his deadly aim; their fatal hands No second stroke intend; and such a frown Each cast at the other as when two black clouds, With heaven's artillery fraught, come rattling on Over the Caspian,' then stand front to front Hovering a space, till winds the signal blow To join their dark encounter in mid air: So frowned the mighty combatants that hell
Grew darker at their frown; so matched they stood; 726 For never but once more was either like To meet so great a foe. And now great deeds Had been achieved, whereof all hell had rung, Had not the snaky sorceress, that sat Fast by hell-gate and kept the fatal key, Risen, and with hideous outcry rushed between.
“O father! what intends thy hand,” she cried, “ Against thy only son ? What fury, O son, Possesses thee to bend that mortal dart Against thy father's head ? and knowest for whom ! 730 For him who sits above, and laughs the while At thee ordained his drudge to execute Whate'er his wrath, which he calls justice, bids - His wrath, which one day will destroy ye both!”
She spake, and at her words the hellish pest Forbore; then these to her Satan returned :
“So strange thy outcry, and thy words so strange Thou interposest, that my sudden hand, Prevented, spares to tell thee yet by deeds What it intends, till first I know of thee
740 What thing thou art, thus double-formed, and why, In this infernal rale first met, thou callest Me father, and that phantasm callest my son. I know thee not, nor ever saw till now
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Sight more detestable than him and thee.”
To whom thus the portresso of hell-gate replied:“Hast thou forgot me, then, and do I seem Now in thine eye so foul ? - once deemed so fair In heaven, when at the assembly, and in sight Of all the seraphim with thee combined
753 In bold conspiracy against heaven's King, All on a sudden miserable pain Surprised thee, dim thine eyes, and dizzy swum In darkness, while thy head flames thick and fast Threw forth, till on the left sideo opening wide, Likest to thee in shape and countenance bright, Then shining heavenly fair, a goddess armed, Out of thy head I sprung. Amazement seized All the host of heaven; back they recoiled, afraid At first, and called me Sin, and for a sign
760 Portentous held me; but, familiar grown, I pleased, and with attractive graces won The most averse, thee chiefly; who, full oft Thyself in me thy perfect image viewing, Becamest enamored ... Meanwhile war arose, And fields were fought in heaven; wherein remained (For what could else!) to our almighty Foe Clear victory; to our part, loss and rout Through all the Empyrean. Down they fell,
Driven headlong from the pitch of heaven, down Into this deep; and in the general fall I also; at which time this powerful keyo Into my hand was given, with charge to keep These gates forever shut, which none can pass Without my opening. Pensive here I sat Alone; ... but he, my inbred enemy,
785 Forth issued, brandishing his fatal dart, Made to destroy. I fled, and cried out Death! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sighed From all her caves, and back resounded Death! I fled, but he pursued; ... and, swifter far, Me overtook, his mother, all dismayed. ... These yelling monsters,' that with ceaseless cry 795 Surround me, as thou sawest, hourly conceived And hourly born with sorrow infinite To me, ... with conscious terrors vex me round, 801 That rest or intermission none I find. Before mine eyes in opposition sits Grim Death,o my son and foe, who sets them on, And me, his parent, would full soon devour For want of other prey, but that he knows His end with mine involved, and knows that I Should prove a bitter morsel, and his bane, Whenever that should be; so Fate pronounced.
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