Best with the best, the sender, not the sent,
Or all at once: more glory will be won,
Or less be lost."-" Thy fear (said Zephon bold)
Will save us trial what the least can do

Single against thee wicked, and thence weak."

The Fiend replied not, overcome with rage; But, like a proud steed rein'd, went haughty on, Champing his iron curb: to strive or fly He held it vain: awe from above had quell'd His heart, not else dismay'd. Now drew they nigh The western point, where those half-rounding

guards

Just met, and closing stood in squadron join'd,
Awaiting next command. To whom their chief,
Gabriel, from the front thus call'd aloud :
"O Friends! I hear the tread of nimble feet
Hasting this way; and now by glimpse discern
Ithuriel and Zephon through the shade;
And with them comes a third of regal port,
But faded splendor wan; who by his gait
And fierce demeanor seems the prince of hell,
Not likely to part hence without contést:
Stand firm, for in his look defiance lowers."

He scarce had ended, when those two approach'd, And brief related whom they brought, where found, How busied, in what form and posture couch'd.

To whom with stern regard thus Gabriel spake: "Why hast thou, Satan! broke the bounds prescribed To thy transgressions; and disturb'd the charge Of others, who approve not to transgress By thy example; but have power and right To question thy bold entrance on this place; Employ'd, it seems, to violate sleep, and those Whose dwelling God hath planted here in bliss?"

To whom thus Satan, with contemptuous brow: "Gabriel! thou hadstin heaven the' esteem of wise, And such I held thee; but this question ask'd Puts me in doubt. Lives there who loves his pain? Who would not, finding way, break loose from hell, Though thither doom'd? Thou wouldst thyself, no And boldly venture to whatever place (doubt; Furthest from pain, where thou mightst hope to

change

Torment with ease; and soonest recompense
Dole with delight, which in this place I sought;
To thee no reason, who know'st only good,
But evil has not tried: and wilt object
His will who bounds us? Let him surer bar
His iron gates, if he intends our stay

In that dark durance: thus much what was ask'd.
The rest is true, they found me where they say;
But that implies not violence or harm."

Thus he in scorn. The warlike angel moved, Disdainfully half smiling, thus replied: " O loss of one in heaven to judge of wise Since Satan fell, whom folly overthrew ; And now returns him from his prison 'scaped, Gravely in doubt whether to hold them wise Or not, who ask what boldness brought him hither Unlicensed from his bounds in hell prescribed : So wise he judges it to fly from pain However, and to 'scape his punishment ! So judge thou still, presumptuous! till the wrath, Which thou incurr'st by flying, meet thy flight Sevenfold, and scourge that wisdom back to hell; Which taught thee yet no better, that no pain Can equal anger infinite provoked.

But wherefore thou alone? wherefore with thee

Came not all hell broke loose? is pain to them
Less pain, less to be fled; or thou than they
Less hardy to endure? Courageous Chief!
The first in flight from pain! hadst thou alleged
To thy deserted host this cause of flight,
Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive."

To which the Fiend thus answer'd, frowning stern :
"Not that I less endure, or shrink from pain,
Insulting Angel! well thou know'st I stood
Thy fiercest, when in battle to thy aid
The blasting volleyed thunder made all speed;
And seconded thy else not dreaded spear.
But still thy words at random, as before,
Argue thy inexperience what behoves
From hard assays and ill successes past
A faithful leader, not to hazard all
Through ways of danger by himself untried :
I, therefore, I alone first undertook
To wing the desolate abyss, and spy
This new-created world; whereof in hell
Fame is not silent: here in hope to find
Better abode, and my afflicted Powers
To settle here on earth, or in mid air;
Though for possession put to try once more
What thou and thy gay legions dare against;
Whose easier business were to serve their Lord
High up in heaven, with songs to hymn his throne,
And practised distances to cringe, not fight."

To whom the warrior-angel soon replied: "To say and straight unsay, pretending first Wise to fly pain, professing next the spy, Argues no leader but a liar traced, Satan, and couldst thou 'faithful' add? O name, O sacred name of faithfulness profaned! Faithful to whom? to thy rebellious crew ?

Army of fiends, fit body to fit head.
Was this your discipline and faith engaged,
Your military' obedience, to dissolve

Allegiance to the' acknowledged Power Supreme?
And thou, sly hypocrite! who now wouldst seem
Patron of liberty, who more than thou
Once fawn'd, and cringed, and servilely adored
Heaven's awful Monarch? wherefore, but in hope
To dispossess him, and thyself to reign?
But mark what I aread thee now, Avaunt!
Fly thither whence thou fled'st! If from this hour
Within these hallow'd limits thou appear,
Back to the' infernal pit I drag thee chain'd,
And seal thee so, as henceforth not to scorn
The facile gates of hell, too slightly barr'd."

So threaten'd he; but Satan to no threats
Gave heed, but waxing more in rage replied :
" Then, when I am thy captive, talk of chains,
Proud limitary Cherub! but ere then
Far heavier load thyself expect to feel
From my prevailing arm, though Heaven's King
Ride on thy wings, and thou with thy compeers,
Used to the yoke, draw'st his triumphant wheels
In progress through the road of heaven, star-

paved."

While thus he spake, the' angelic squadron bright Turn'd fiery red, sharpening in mooned horns Their phalanx, and began to hem him round With ported spears: as thick as when a field Of Ceres, ripe for harvest, waving bends Her bearded grove of ears, which way the wind Sways them; the careful ploughman doubting

stands,

Lest on the threshing-floor his hopeful sheaves Prove chaff. On the other side, Satan, alarm'd,