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Behold a wonder! they but now who seemd

       In bigness to surpass Earths Giant Sons

       Now less then smallest Dwarfs, in narrow room

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       Throng numberless, like that Pigmean Race Beyond the INDIAN Mount, or Faerie Elves, Whose midnight Revels, by a Forrest side

       Or Fountain fome belated Peasant sees,

       Or dreams he sees, while over head the Moon

       Sits Arbitress, and neerer to the Earth

       Wheels her pale course, they on thir mirth & dance

       Intent, with jocond Music charm his ear;

       At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds. Thus incorporeal Spirits to smallest forms Reduc'd thir shapes immense, and were at large, Though without number still amidst the Hall

       Of that infernal Court. But far within

       And in thir own dimensions like themselves

       The great Seraphic Lords and Cherubim

       In close recess and secret conclave sat

       A thousand Demy-Gods on golden seat's, Frequent and full. After short silence then And summons read, the great consult began.

       THE END OF THE FIRST BOOK. PARADISE LOST

       BOOK II.

       High on a Throne of Royal State, which far Outshon the wealth of ORMUS and of IND, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand

       Showrs on her Kings BARBARIC Pearl & Gold, Satan exalted sat, by merit rais'd

       To that bad eminence; and from despair Thus high uplifted beyond hope, aspires Beyond thus high, insatiate to pursue

       Vain Warr with Heav'n, and by success untaught

       His proud imaginations thus displaid.

       Powers and Dominions, Deities of Heav'n, For since no deep within her gulf can hold Immortal vigor, though opprest and fall'n,

       I give not Heav'n for lost. From this descent

       Celestial vertues rising, will appear

       More glorious and more dread then from no fall, And trust themselves to fear no second fate:

       Mee though just right, and the fixt Laws of Heav'n

       Did first create your Leader, next, free choice, With what besides, in Counsel or in Fight, Hath bin achievd of merit, yet this loss

       Thus farr at least recover'd, hath much more

       Establisht in a safe unenvied Throne Yeilded with full consent. The happier state In Heav'n, which follows dignity, might draw Envy from each inferior; but who here

       Will envy whom the highest place exposes Formost to stand against the Thunderers aime Your bulwark, and condemns to greatest share Of endless pain? where there is then no good For which to strive, no strife can grow up there From Faction; for none sure will claim in hell Precedence, none, whose portion is so small

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       Of present pain, that with ambitious mind Will covet more. With this advantage then To union, and firm Faith, and firm accord, More then can be in Heav'n, we now return To claim our just inheritance of old,

       Surer to prosper then prosperity

       Could have assur'd us; and by what best way, Whether of open Warr or covert guile,

       We now debate; who can advise, may speak.

       He ceas'd, and next him MOLOC, Scepter'd King

       Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest Spirit That fought in Heav'n; now fiercer by despair: His trust was with th' Eternal to be deem'd Equal in strength, and rather then be less

       Car'd not to be at all; with that care lost

       Went all his fear: of God, or Hell, or worse

       He reckd not, and these words thereafter spake. My sentence is for open Warr: Of Wiles,

       More unexpert, I boast not: them let those Contrive who need, or when they need, not now. For while they sit contriving, shall the rest, Millions that stand in Arms, and longing wait

       The Signal to ascend, sit lingring here Heav'ns fugitives, and for thir dwelling place Accept this dark opprobrious Den of shame, The Prison of his Tyranny who Reigns

       By our delay? no, let us rather choose

       Arm'd with Hell flames and fury all at once

       O're Heav'ns high Towrs to force resistless way, Turning our Tortures into horrid Arms

       Against the Torturer; when to meet the noise

       Of his Almighty Engin he shall hear Infernal Thunder, and for Lightning see Black fire and horror shot with equal rage Among his Angels; and his Throne it self

       Mixt with TARTAREAN Sulphur, and strange fire,

       His own invented Torments. But perhaps The way seems difficult and steep to scale With upright wing against a higher foe.

       Let such bethink them, if the sleepy drench Of that forgetful Lake benumme not still, That in our proper motion we ascend

       Up to our native seat: descent and fall

       To us is adverse. Who but felt of late

       When the fierce Foe hung on our brok'n Rear Insulting, and pursu'd us through the Deep, With what compulsion and laborious flight

       We sunk thus low? Th' ascent is easie then; Th' event is fear'd; should we again provoke

       Our stronger, some worse way his wrath may find

       To our destruction: if there be in Hell

       Fear to be worse destroy'd: what can be worse

       Then to dwell here, driv'n out from bliss, condemn'd

       In this abhorred deep to utter woe; Where pain of unextinguishable fire Must exercise us without hope of end

       The Vassals of his anger, when the Scourge

       Inexorably, and the torturing houre

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       Calls us to Penance? More destroy'd then thus

       We should be quite abolisht and expire.

       What fear we then? what doubt we to incense His utmost ire? which to the highth enrag'd, Will either quite consume us, and reduce

       To nothing this essential, happier farr Then miserable to have eternal being: Or if our substance be indeed Divine, And cannot cease to be, we are at worst

       On this side nothing; and by proof we feel Our power sufficient to disturb his Heav'n, And with perpetual inrodes to Allarme, Though inaccessible, his fatal Throne: Which if not Victory is yet Revenge.

       He ended frowning, and his look denounc'd

       Desperate revenge, and Battel dangerous

       To less then Gods. On th' other side up rose BELIAL, in act more graceful and humane; A fairer person lost not Heav'n; he seemd For dignity compos'd and high exploit:

       But all was false and hollow; though his Tongue Dropt Manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash

       Maturest Counsels: for his thoughts were low; To vice industrious, but to Nobler deeds Timorous and slothful: yet he pleas'd the eare, And with perswasive accent thus began.

       I should be much for open Warr, O Peers, As not behind in hate; if what was urg'd Main reason to perswade immediate Warr, Did not disswade me most, and seem to cast Ominous conjecture on the whole success: When he who most excels in fact of Arms, In what he counsels and in what excels Mistrustful, grounds his courage on despair And utter dissolution, as the scope

       Of all his aim, after some dire revenge.

       First, what Revenge? the Towrs of Heav'n are fill'd With Armed watch, that render all access Impregnable; oft on the bordering Deep

       Encamp thir Legions, or with obscure wing Scout farr and wide into the Realm of night, Scorning surprize. Or could we break our way By