Of servitude to serve whom God ordains,
Or Nature; GOD and Nature bid the same, When he who rules is worthiest, and excels Them whom he governs. This is servitude, To serve th' unwise, or him who hath rebell'd Against his worthier, as thine now serve thee, 180 Thy self not free, but to thy self enthrall'd; Yet leudly dar'st our minist'ring upbraid. Reign thou in hell thy kingdom, let me serve In heav'n GOD ever bless'd, and his divine Behests obey, worthiest to be obey'd; Yet chains in hell, not realms expect: mean while From me return'd, as erst thou saidst, from flight, This greeting on thy impious crest receive.
So saying, a noble stroke he lifted high, Which hung not, but so swift with tempest fell 190 On the proud crest of Satan, that no sight, Nor motion of swift thought, less could his shield Such ruin intercept: ten paces huge
He back recoil'd; the tenth on bended knee His massy spear upstay'd; as if on earth Winds under ground or waters, forcing way
Side-long, had push'd a mountain from his seat, Half sunk with all his pines. Amazement seiz'd
188 greeting] Virg. Æn. ix. 635.
'Bis capti Phryges hæc Rutulis responsa remittunt.'
a noble] v. Beaumont's Psyche, c. vi. st. 90.
A noble stroke it was.'
197 mountain] Q. Smyrnæus says, that Achilles fell, ἀλίγκιος ὄυρει μάκρω. V. iii. 176. A. Dyce.
The rebel thrones, but greater rage to see
Thus foil'd their mightiest; ours joy fill'd, and shout, Presage of victory, and fierce desire
Of battel whereat Michael bid sound The arch-angel trumpet; through the vast of heav'n It sounded, and the faithful armies rung Hosanna to the Highest: nor stood at gaze The adverse legions, nor less hideous join'd The horrid shock. Now storming fury rose, And clamour, such as heard in heav'n till now Was never; arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd; dire was the noise Of conflict; over head the dismal hiss Of fiery darts in flaming vollies flew, And flying vaulted either host with fire. So under fiery cope together rush'd Both battels main, with ruinous assault And inextinguishable rage; all heav'n Resounded, and had earth been then, all earth Had to her center shook. What wonder? when Millions of fierce encount'ring angels fought 220 On either side, the least of whom could wield These elements, and arm him with the force Of all their regions: how much more of Army against army numberless to raise Dreadful combustion warring, and disturb, Though not destroy, their happy native seat; Had not the eternal King omnipotent From his strong hold of heav'n high overrul'd
And limited their might; though number'd such, As each divided legion might have seem'd A numerous host; in strength each armed hand A legion; led in fight, yet leader seem'd Each warrior single as in chief, expert When to advance, or stand, or turn the sway Of battel, open when, and when to close The ridges of grim war; no thought of flight, None of retreat, no unbecoming deed That argu'd fear; each on himself rely'd, As only in his arm the moment lay Of victory deeds of eternal fame
Were done, but infinite; for wide was spread That war and various; sometimes on firm ground A standing fight; then soaring on main wing Tormented all the air; all air seem'd then Conflicting fire. Long time in even scale The battel hung; till Satan, who that day Prodigious power had shewn, and met in arms No equal, ranging through the dire attack Of fighting Seraphim confus'd, at length Saw where the sword of Michael smote, and fell'd Squadrons at once; with huge two-handed sway Brandish'd aloft the horrid edge came down
241 "Tormented] Tempested. Bentl. MS. Lod. Bryskett's M. Muse of Thestylis.
even scale] v. Eurip. Suppl. v. 706. Tasso, G. Lib. exx. st. 50. Spens. F. Qu. iv. ii. 37. Todd.
Wide wasting such destruction to withstand He hasted, and oppos'd the rocky orb Of tenfold adamant, his ample shield, A vast circumference. At his approach The great arch-angel from his warlike toil Surceas'd; and glad, as hoping here to end Intestine war in heav'n, th' arch-foe subdu'd Or captive drag'd in chains, with hostile frown go And visage all inflam'd, first thus began.
Author of evil, unknown till thy revolt, Unnam'd in heav'n, now plenteous, as thou seest These acts of hateful strife, hateful to all, Though heaviest by just measure on thy self 265 And thy adherents: how hast thou disturb'd Heav'n's blessed peace, and into nature brought Misery, uncreated till the crime
Of thy rebellion? how hast thou instill'd Thy malice into thousands, once upright And faithful, now prov'd false! But think not here To trouble holy rest; heav'n casts 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,
Thy offspring, to the place of evil, hell,
Thou and thy wicked crew; there mingle broils, Ere this avenging sword begin thy doom, Or some more sudden vengeance wing'd from GOD Precipitate thee with augmented pain.
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
Unvanquish'd? easier to transact with me That thou shouldst hope, imperious, and with threats To chase me hence? err not that so shall end The strife which thou call'st evil, but we style The strife of glory which we mean to win, 201 Or turn this heav'n itself into the hell Thou fablest; here however to dwell free, If not to reign: meanwhile thy utmost force, And join him nam'd Almighty to thy aid,
I fly not, but have sought thee far and nigh. 295 They ended parle, and both address'd for fight Unspeakable; for who, though with the tongue Of angels, can relate, or to what things Liken on earth conspicuous, that may lift Human imagination to such highth
Of godlike power? for likest gods they seem'd Stood they or mov'd, in stature, motion, arms, Fit to decide the empire of great heav'n. Now way'd their fiery swords, and in the air Made horrid circles; two broad suns their shields Blaz'd opposite, while expectation stood
296 address'd] Spens. F. Qu. v. ii. 12.
'And straighte himselfe unto the fight addrest.' Toda. 306 expectation] So Shakesp. Hen. V.
For now sits expectation in the air.'
And Beaum. and Fletch. Boadicea, act iii. scene i.
And expectation like the Roman eagle
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