第17章 16
This Eevning from the Suns decline arrivd
Who tells of som infernal Spirit seen
Hitherward bent (who could have thought?) escapd
The barrs of Hell, on errand bad no doubt: [ 795 ]
Such where ye find, seise fast, and hither bring.
So saying, on he led his radiant Files,
Dazling the Moon; these to the Bower direct
In search of whom they sought: him there they found
Squat like a Toad, close at the eare of Eve; [ 800 ]
Assaying by his Devilish art to reach
The Organs of her Fancie, and with them forge
Illusions as he list, Phantasms and Dreams,
Or if, inspiring venom, he might taint
Th animal spirits that from pure blood arise [ 805 ]
Like gentle breaths from Rivers pure, thence raise
At least distemperd, discontented thoughts,
Vaine hopes, vaine aimes, inordinate desires
Blown up with high conceits ingendring pride.
Him thus intent Ithuriel with his Spear [ 810 ]
Touchd lightly; for no falshood can endure
Touch of Celestial temper, but returns
Of force to its own likeness: up he starts
Discoverd and surprizd. As when a spark
Lights on a heap of nitrous Powder, laid [ 815 ]
Fit for the Tun som Magazin to store
Against a rumord Warr, the Smuttie graine
With sudden blaze diffusd, inflames the Aire:
So started up in his own shape the Fiend.
Back stept those two fair Angels half amazd [ 820 ]
So sudden to behold the grieslie King;
Yet thus, unmovd with fear, accost him soon.
Which of those rebell Spirits adjudgd to Hell
Comst thou, escapd thy prison, and transformd,
Why satst thou like an enemie in waite [ 825 ]
Here watching at the head of these that sleep?
Know ye not then said Satan, filld with scorn
Know ye not mee? ye knew me once no mate
For you, there sitting where ye durst not soare;
Not to know mee argues your selves unknown, [ 830 ]
The lowest of your throng; or if ye know,
Why ask ye, and superfluous begin
Your message, like to end as much in vain?
To whom thus Zephon, answering scorn with scorn.
Think not, revolted Spirit, thy shape the same, [ 835 ]
Or undiminisht brightness, to be known
As when thou stoodst in Heavn upright and pure;
That Glorie then, when thou no more wast good,
Departed from thee, and thou resemblst now
Thy sin and place of doom obscure and foule. [ 840 ]