The sensible of pain. All things invite He scarce had finish'd, when such murmur fill'd The sound of blust'ring winds, which all night long After the tempest: such applause was heard They dreaded worse than hell: so much the fear Wrought still within them; and no less desire In emulation opposite to heav'n. Which when Beelzebub perceived, than whom, A pillar of state: deep on his front engraven And princely counsel in his face yet shone, The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look Or summer's noon-tide air, while thus he spake. Must we renounce, and changing style be call'd Inclines, here to continue, and build up here A growing empire. Doubtless; while we dream, And know not that the King of heav'n hath doom'd This place our dungeon, not our safe retreat Beyond his potent arm, to live exempt From heav'n's high jurisdiction, in new league In strictest bondage, though thus far removed, Under the inevitable curb reserv'd His captive multitude: for he, be sure, In highth or depth, still first and last will reign By our revolt, but over hell extend His empire, and with iron sceptre rule, Us here, as with his golden those in heav'n. Vouchsafed or sought; for what peace will be giv'n And stripes, and arbitrary punishment 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 Heav'n, whose high walls fear no assault, or siege, 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 heav'n's whole circumference, confirm'd. Or substance, how endued, and what their power, By force or subtilty. Though heav'n be shut, And heav'n's high Arbitrator sit secure In his own strength, this place may lie exposed, By sudden onset, either with hell fire 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 Great things resolved; which from the lowest deep Nearer our ancient seat; perhaps in view Of those bright confines, whence with neighbouring arms 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 wand'ring feet The dark unbottom'd infinite abyss, And through the palpable obscure find out His uncouth way, or spread his airy flight, 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 sentries and stations thick The perilous attempt: but all sat mute, Pondering the danger with deep thoughts; and each In others' count'nance read his own dismay Astonish'd; none among the choice and prime Of those heav'n-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 |