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Arm'd with hell flames and fury, all at once Courage.
O'er heav'n's high tow'rs to force resistless way,
Turning our tortures into horrid arms
Against our torturer When to meet the noise
Of his terrific engine, he shall hear
Infernal thunder, and for lightning see
Black fire, and horror, shot with equal rage
Amongst his angels; and his throne itself
Mix'd 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 benumb 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 our fierce foe hung on our broken rere,
Insulting, and pursud us through the deep;
With what compulsion, and laborious flight

Slowness. We sunk thus low?_Th' ascent is easy then.- Arguing. 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 Complaining. Than 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 Inexorable, and the torturing hour Calls us to penance ?–More destroy'd than thus We must be quite abolish’d, and expire.

What fear we then ?-What doubt we to incense Flerceness. His utmost ire? which, to the height enragéd, Will either quite consume us, and reduce

Complaining To nothing this essential; happier far

Than miserable to have eternal being.
Courage. 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 pow'r sufficient to disturb his heav'il,
And with perpetual inroads to alarm,
Though inaccessible, his fatal throne :
Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.'





The speech of the fallen angel Belial, in answer to Moloche Deliberation I should be much for open war, O Peers,

As not behind in hate; if what was urg'd,

Main reuson to persuade immediate war,
Apprehen- Did not dissunde me most, and scem to cust

Ominous conjecture on the whole success ;
When he who most excels in feats of arms,
In what he counsels, and in what excels
Mistrustful, grounds his courage on despair,
And utter dissolution, as the

Of all his aim, after some dire revenge.
Arguing. First, what revenge ?_The tow'rs of heav'n are fill'd
Apprehen- With armed watch, that render all access

Impregnable. Oft on the bordring deep
Encamp their legions; or with obscure wing,
Scout far and wide into the realm of night,
Scorning surprise-Or could we break our way
By force, and at our heels all hell should rise
With blackest insurrection to confound


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Heav'n's purest ight; yet our great enemy
All incorruptible would on his throne
Sit unpolluted, and th' ethereal mould,
Incapable of stain, would soon expel
Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire
Victorious. Thus repuls’d, our final hope
Is flat despair : we must exasperate
Th’almighty victor to spend all his rage,
And that must end us; that must be our cure,
'To be no moreSad cure !_For who would luse,
Though full of pain, this intellectual being,
Those thoughts that wander through eternity,
To perish rather, swallowed up and lost
In the wide womb of uncreated night,
Devoid of sense and motion?_But will he,

So wise, let loose at once his utmost ire,
Belike through impotence, or unaware,
To give his enemies their wish, and end
Them in his

whom his

To punish endless?Wherefore cease we then," Courage.
Say they who counsel war ; we are decreed, Anguish.
Resero'd, and destin'd to eternal woe;
Whatever duing, what can we suffer more?
What can we suffer worse?"

a Is this then worst, Despair. Thus sitting, thus consulting, thus in arms ?

A Arguing. What! when we fled amain, pursu'd and struck With heav'n's afflicting thunder, and besought The deep to shelter us? This hell then seem'd A refuge from those wounds: or when we lay Chuin'd on the burning lake? That sure was worse. What if the breath that kindled these grim fires, ApprehenAwak’d, should blow them into sevenfold rage, And plunge us in the flames? Or from above Should intermitted vengeance arm again Mis red right hand to plague us? What, if all Horror, Her stores were open'd; and this firmament






Of hell should spout her cataracts of fire,
Impendent horrors, threat'ning hideous fall
One day upon our heads, while we, perhaps,
Designing, or exhorting glorious war,
Caught in a fiery tempest shall be hurl'd,
Each on his rock transfix'd, the sport and prey
Of wrecking whirlwinds, or for ever sunk

Under yon boiling ocean, wrapt in chains,
Anguish. There to converse with everlasting groans,

Unrespited, unpitied, unrepriev'd,

Ages of hopeless end?This would be worse.Dissuasion. War, therefore, open or conceal'd alike

My voice dissuades.

Shall we then live thus vile! The race of heav'n strance with Thus trampled, thus expelld, to.suffer here contempt.

Chains and these torments!” Better these than worse, Arguing. By my advice. To suffer, as to do,

Our strength is equal; nor the law unjust
That so ordains. This was at first resolv'd,
If we were wise, against so great a foe

Contending, and so doubtful what might fall.

I laugh, when those, who at the spear are bold,
And venturous, if that fail them, shrink and fear
What yet they know must follow; to endure
Exile, or ignominy, or bonds, or pain,

The sentence of their conqueror. This is now
Encouraging Our doom; which if with courage we can bear,

Our foe supreme, in time, may much remit
His anger, and, perhaps, thus far remov'd,
Not mind us, not offending, satisfied
With what is punish'd; whence these raging fires
Will slacken, if his breath stir not their flames.

essence then will overcome
Their nocious vapour; or inur’d, not feel.
Or chang'd, at length, and to the place conformid
In temper, and in nature, will receive

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Familiar the fierce heat, and void of pain ;

EncouragThis horror will grow mild, this darkness light;

Besides what hope the never-ending flow
Of future days may bring; what chance, what change,
Worth waiting ; since our present lot appears-
For happy though but ill, for ill not worst,
If we procure not to ourselves more woe.

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Satan's speech to Death stopping his passage through the gate

of hell, with the answer.-Milton. Whence, and what art thou, execrable shape! Anger, That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gates ? through them I mean to pass, That be assur'd, without leave ask'd of thee.

Contempt. Retire;' or taste thy folly, and learn by proof, Threatening Hell-born! not to contend with spirits of heav'n.

To whom the gobiin full of wrath replied, " Art thou that traitor angel, art thou he

Anger, Who first broke peace in heav'n, and fuith, till then Unbroken, and in proud rebellious arms Drew after him the third part of heav'n's sons, Conjur'd against the Highest, for which both thou And they outcast from God, are here condemn'd To waste eternal days in woe and pain ? And reckon’st thou thyself with spirits of heav'n, Contempt. Hell-doom'd! and breath’st defiance here, and scorn, Anger. Where I reign king, and to enrage thee more, Thy king and lord? Back to thy punishment, False fugitive! and to thy speed add wings, Threatening Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue Thy ling'ring, or with one stroke of this dart Strange horror seize thee, and pangs unfelt before.

1 Retire” is to be spoken as a whole sentence, and with the greatest force of threatening.


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