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As when he wash'd his servants' feet, so now
Their nakedness with skins of beasts, or slain,
In glory as of old: to him appeas'd
All, though all knowing, what had pass'd with Man Recounted, mixing intercession sweet.
MEANWHILE ere thus was sinn'd and judg'd on Earth, Within the gates of Hell sat Sin and Death, In counterview within the gates, that now Stood open wide, belching outrageous flame Far into Chaos, since the Fiend pass'd through, Sin opening, who thus now to Death began.
O SON, why sit we here each other viewing
Idly, while Satan our great author thrives
Methinks I feel new strength within me rise,
Beyond this deep; whatever draws me on,
By secretest conveyance. Thou my shade
For Death from Sin no pow'r can separate.
But lest the difficulty of passing back
Stay his return perhaps over this gulf
Impassable, impervious, let us try
Advent' rous work, yet to thy pow'r and mine
Not unagreeable, to found a path
Over this main from Hell to that new world
Where Satan now prevails, a monument
Of merit high to all th' infernal host,
Easing their passage hence, for intercourse,
WHOм thus the meagre Shadow answer'd soon.
Go whither fate and inclination strong
Leads thee; I shall not lag behind, nor err
The way, thou leading, such a scent I draw
Of carnage, prey innumerable, and taste
The savour of Death from all things there that live :
Be wanting, but afford thee equal aid.
So saying, with delight he snuff'd the smell
Against the day of battle, to a field,
Where armies lie encamp'd, come flying, lur'd
With scent of living carcases design'd
For death, the following day, in bloody fight:
His nostril wide into the murky air,
Sagacious of his quarry from so far.
Then both from out Hell-gates into the waste
Wide anarchy of Chaos damp and dark
Flew diverse, and with pow'r (their pow'r was great)
Hovering upon the waters, what they met
Solid or slimy, as in raging sea
Tost up and down, together crowded drove
From each side shoaling, tow'ards the mouth of Hell :
As when two polar winds, blowing adverse
Upon the Cronian sea, together drive
Mountains of ice, that stop th' imagin'd way
Beyond Petsora eastward, to the rich
Forfeit to Death; from hence a passage broad,
Smooth, easy, inoffensive down to Hell.
So, if great things to small may be compar'd,
From Susa his Memnonian palace high
Bridging his way, Europe with Asia join'd,
And scourg'd with many a stroke th' indignant waves.
Now had they brought the work by wondrous art
Pontifical, a ridge of pendent rock,
Over the vex'd abyss, following the track
Of Satan to the self-same place where he
Of this round world; with pins of adamant
And chains they made all fast, too fast they made
The confines met of empyréan Heaven
And of this World, and on the left hand Hell
With long reach interpos'd; three several ways
And now their way to Earth they had descry'd,
Betwixt the Centaur and the Scorpion steering
By Eve, though all unweeting, seconded
Upon her husband, saw their shame that sought
Vain covertures; but when he saw descend
Thence gather'd his own doom, which understood
Not instant, but of future time, with joy
And tidings fraught, to Hell he now return'd,
And at the brink of Chaos, near the foot
Of this new wondrous pontifice, unhop'd
Met who to meet him came, his offspring dear.
Great joy was at their meeting, and at sight
Of that stupendous bridge his joy increas'd.
O PARENT, these are thy magnific deeds,
Thy trophies, which thou view'st as not thine own;
For I no sooner in my heart divin'd,
My heart, which by a secret harmony
Still moves with thine, join'd in connexion sweet,
That thou on earth hadst prosper'd, which thy looks
Now also evidence, but straight 1 felt
Though distant from thee, worlds between, yet felt
That I must after thee with this thy son,