She spake, and at her words the hellish pest Forbore; then these to her Satan return'd:
So strange thy outcry, and thy words so strange Thou interposest, that my sudden hand Prevented spares to tell thee yet by deeds What it intends; till first I know of thee, What thing thou art, thus double-form'd, and why, In this infernal vale first met, thou call'st Me father, and that phantasm call'st my son : I know thee not, nor ever saw till now Sight more detestable than him and thee. To whom thus the portress of hell gate replied. Hast thou forgot me then, and do I seem Now in thine eye so foul, once deem'd so fair In heav'n ? when at th' assembly, and in sight Of all the seraphim with thee combined In bold conspiracy against heav'n's King, All on a sudden miserable pain
Surprized thee, dim thine eyes, and dizzy swum In darkness, while thy head flames thick and fast Threw forth, till on the left side op'ning wide, Likest to thee in shape and countenance bright, Then shining heav'nly fair, a Goddess arm'd, Out of thy head I sprung: amazement seized All the host of heav'n; back they recoil'd afraid At first, and call'd me Sin, and for a sign Portentous held me: but familiar grown, I pleased, and with attractive graces wọn The most averse, thee chiefly, who full oft Thyself in me thy perfect image viewing Becam❜st enamour'd, and such joy thou took'st With me in secret, that my womb conceived A growing burthen. Meanwhile war arose,
And fields were fought in heaven; wherein remain'd, (For what could else ?) to our almighty foe Clear victory, to our part loss and rout
The allegory here follows the Greek fable of the birth of Minerva-Wisdom -said to have sprung from the head of
Jupiter; as Sin is here figured to have sprung from the head of Satan.
Through all the empyrean: down they fell Driv'n headlong from the pitch of heav'n, down Into this deep, and in the general fall
I also; at which time this powerful key
Into my hand was giv'n, with charge to keep These gates for ever shut, which none can pass Without my op'ning. Pensive here I sat Alone, but long I sat not, till my womb, Pregnant by thee and now excessive grown, Prodigious motion felt and rueful throes. At last this odious offspring whom thou seest, Thine own begotten, breaking violent way, Tore through my entrails, that with fear and pain Distorted all my nether shape thus grew Transform'd: but he my inbred enemy
Forth issued, brandishing his fatal dart Made to destroy:' I fled, and cried out Death; Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded Death. I fled, but he pursued, though more, it seems, Inflamed with lust than rage, and swifter far Me overtook his mother all dismay'd, And, in embraces forcible and foul Ingend'ring with me, of that rape begot These yelling monsters that with ceaseless cry Surround me, as thou saw'st, hourly conceived And hourly born, with sorrow infinite To me; for when they list into the womb That bred them they return, and howl, and gnaw My bowels, their repast; then bursting forth Afresh with conscious terrors vex me round, That rest or intermission none I find. Before mine eyes in opposition sits
Grim Death my son and foe, who sets them on, And me his parent would full soon devour For want of other prey, but that he knows His end with mine involved; and knows that I Should prove a bitter morsel, and his bane,
Whenever that shall be; so Fate pronounced. But thou, O father, I forewarn thee, shun His deadly arrow; neither vainly hope To be invulnerable in those bright arms, Though temper'd heavenly; for that mortal dint, Save he who reigns above, none can resist.
She finish'd, and the subtle fiend his lore
Soon learn'd, now milder, and thus answer'd smooth. Dear daughter, since thou claim'st me for thy sire, And my fair son here show'st me, the dear pledge Of dalliance had with thee in heaven, and joys Then sweet, now sad to mention, through dire change Befall'n us, unforeseen, unthought of, know I come no enemy, but to set free
From out this dark and dismal house of pain, Both him and thee, and all the heav'nly host Of spirits that, in our just pretences arm'd, Fell with us from on high: from them I go This uncouth errand sole, and one for all Myself expose, with lonely steps to tread
Th' unfounded deep, and through the void immense To search with wandering quest a place foretold Should be, and, by concurring signs, ere now Created, vast and round, a place of bliss
In the purlieus of heaven, and therein placed A race of upstart creatures, to supply Perhaps our vacant room, though more removed, Lest heav'n surcharged with potent multitude Might hap to move new broils. Be this, or aught Than this more secret, now designed, I haste To know, and, this once known, shall soon return, And bring ye to the place where thou and Death Shall dwell at ease, and up and down unseen Wing silently the buxom air, imbalm'd With odours; there ye shall be fed and fill'd Immeasurably, all things shall be your prey.
He ceased, for both seem'd highly pleased, and Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear
His famine should be fill'd, and blest his maw Destined to that good hour: no less rejoiced
His mother bad, and thus bespake her sire: dar The key of this infernal pit by due,
And by command of heav'n's all-powerful King, I keep, by him forbidden to unlock
These adamantine gates; against all force Death ready stands to interpose his dart, Fearless to be o'ermatch'd by living might. But what owe I to his commands above, Who hates me, and hath hither thrust me down Into this gloom of Tartarus profound,
To sit in hateful office, here confined, Inhabitant of heav'n and heav'nly-born, Here, in perpetual agony and pain,
With terrors and with clamours compass'd round Of mine own brood, that on my bowels feed ? Thou art my father, thou my author, thou My being gav'st me; whom should I obey
But thee? whom follow? thou wilt bring me soon To that new world of light and bliss, among The Gods who live at ease, where I shall reign At thy right hand voluptuous, as beseems Thy daughter and thy darling, without end.
Thus saying, from her side the fatal key, Sad instrument of all our woe, she took; And, towards the gate rolling her bestial train, Forthwith the huge portcullis high up drew, Which but herself not all the Stygian powers Could once have moved; then in the keyhole turns Th' intricate wards, and every bolt and bar
iron or solid rock with ease
Unfastens on a sudden open fly
With impetuous recoil and jarring sound Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder, that the lowest bottom shook
Of Erebus. She open'd, but to shut Excell'd her power; the gates wide open stood, That with extended wings a banner'd host
Under spread ensigns marching might pass through With horse and chariots rank'd in loose array; So wide they stood, and like a furnace mouth
Cast forth redounding smoke and ruddy flame. Before their eyes in sudden view appear
The secrets of the hoary deep, a dark
Illimitable ocean, without bound,
Without dimension, where length, breadth, and highth, And time and place are lost; where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature,' hold
Eternal anarchy amidst the noise
Of endless wars, and by confusion stand:
For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry, and to battle bring Their embryon atoms; they around the flag Of each his faction, in their several clans, Light-arm'd or heavy, sharp, smooth, swift, or slow, Swarm populous, unnumber'd as the sands Of Barca or Cyrene's2 torrid soil,
Levied to side with warring winds, and poise Their lighter wings. To whom these most adhere, He rules a moment; Chaos umpire sits, And by decision more imbroils the fray By which he reigns:
Into this wild abyss, The womb of nature and perhaps her grave, Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire, But all these in their pregnant causes mix'd Confus'dly, and which thus must ever fight, Unless th' almighty Maker them ordain His dark materials to create more worlds; Into this wild abyss the wary fiend
Stood on the brink of hell, and look'd a while, Pondering his voyage; for no narrow frith He had to cross. Nor was his ear less peal'd With noises loud and ruinous, to compare
Great things with small, than when Bellona storms, With all her battering engines bent to rase Some capital city; or less than if this frame
All the ancients believed that Night (or darkness) existed from the begin
ning, and that Chaos (or confusion) was the origin of all things.
2 A city and province of Libya.
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