Reluctant, but in vain, a greater power Now rul'd him, punish'd in the shape he sinn'd To forked tongue, for now were all transform'd To his bold riot; dreadful was the din Of hissing through the hall, thick swarming now And Dipsas (not so thick swarm'd once the soil In triumph issuing forth their glorious chief; Of ugly serpents; horror on them fell, 515 520 525 530 535 And horrid sympathy; for what they saw, 540 They felt themselves now changing; down their arms, Down fell both spear and shield, down they as fast, And the dire hiss renew'd, and the dire form Catch'd by contagion, like in punishment, As in their crime. Thus was th' applause they meant, Turn'd to exploding hiss, triumph to shame 546 Cast on themselves from their own mouths. There stood A grove hard by, sprung up with this their change, Their penance, laden with fair fruit, like that 550 Which grew in Paradise, the bait of Eve Us'd by the Tempter: on that prospect strange Now ris'n, to work them further woe or shame; 555 Yet parch'd with scalding thirst and hunger fierce, 560 Deceiv'd; they fondly thinking to allay Their appetite with gust, instead of fruit 565 Chew'd bitter ashes, which th' offended taste With spattering noise rejected: oft they' assay'd, Hunger and thirst constraining, drugg'd as oft, With soot and cinders fill'd; so oft they fell 570 Into the same illusion, not as Man, Whom they triumph'd once laps'd. Thus were they plagu'd And worn with famine, long and ceaseless hiss, 575 This annual humbling certain number'd days, Among the Heathen of their purchase got, And fabled how the Serpent, whom they call'd 580 Ophion with Eurynome, the wide Encroaching Eve perhaps, had first the rule Of high Olympus, thence by Saturn driven MEANWHILE in Paradise the hellish pair 585 599 Close following pace for pace, not mounted yet Than still at Hell's dark threshold to' have sat watch, WHOм thus the Sin-born monster answer'd soon. To me, who with eternal famine pine, 595 There best, where most with ravine I may meet; Which here, though plenteous, all too little seems 600 To stuff this maw, this vast unhide-bound corpse. To whom th' incestuous mother thus reply'd. 605 Thou therefore on these herbs, and fruits, and flowers His thoughts, his looks, words, actions, all infect, THIS said, they both betook them several ways, All kinds, and for destruction to mature Sooner or later; which th' Almighty seeing, 616 615 SEE with what heat these dogs of Hell advance Kept in that state, had not the folly' of Man Folly to me, so doth the prince of Hell 620 And his adherents, that with so much ease 625 I suffer them to enter and possess A place so heav'nly, and conniving seem To gratify my scornful enemies, That laugh, as if transported with some fit Of passion, I to them had quitted all, At random yielded up to their misrule; And know not that I call'd and drew them thither My Hell-hounds, to lick up the draff and filth 630 Which Man's polluting sin with taint hath shed On what was pure, till cramm'd and gorg'd, nigh burst With suck'd and glutted offal, at one sling Of thy victorious arm, well pleasing Son, Both Sin, and Death, and yawning Grave at last 635 Then Heav'n and Earth renew'd shall be made pure To sanctity that shall receive no stain : Till then the curse pronounc'd on both precedes. 640 Through multitude that sung: Just are thy ways, Destin'd restorer of mankind, by whom New Heav'n and Earth shall to the ages rise, 645 Or down from Heav'n descend. Such was their song, His mighty Angels gave them several charge, Her office they prescrib'd, to th' other five In sextile, square, and trine, and opposite 650 655 660 D D |