Moses was forty days, nor eat nor drank; And forty days Eliah without food
Wandered this barren waste; the same I now. Why dost thou, then, suggest to me distrust, Knowing who I am, as I know who thou art ?" Whom thus answered the Arch-Fiend, now un- disguised :-
"'Tis true, I am that Spirit unfortunate
Who, leagued with millions more in rash revolt, Kept not my happy station, but was driven With them from bliss to the bottomless Deep-- Yet to that hideous place not so confined By rigour unconniving but that oft, Leaving my dolorous prison, I enjoy
Large liberty to round this globe of Earth,
Or range in the Air; nor from the Heaven of Heavens Hath he excluded my resort sometimes.
I came, among the Sons of God, when he Gave up into my hands Uzzean Job, To prove him, and illustrate his high worth; And, when to all his Angels he proposed To draw the proud king Ahab into fraud,
That he might fall in Ramoth, they demurring, I undertook that office, and the tongues Of all his flattering prophets glibbed with lies To his destruction, as I had in charge: For what he bids I do. Though I have lost Much lustre of my native brightness, lost To be beloved of God, I have not lost To love, at least contemplate and admire, What I see excellent in good, or fair,
Or virtuous; I should so have lost all sense. What can be then less in me than desire To see thee and approach thee, whom I know Declared the Son of God, to hear attent Thy wisdom, and behold thy godlike deeds?
Men generally think me much a foe
To all mankind. Why should I? they to me Never did wrong or violence. By them
I lost not what I lost; rather by them
I gained what I have gained, and with them dwell Copartner in these regions of the World,
If not disposer-lend them oft my aid, Oft my advice by presages and signs, And answers, oracles, portents, and dreams, Whereby they may direct their future life. Envy, they say, excites me, thus to gain Companions of my misery and woe!
At first it may be; but, long since with woe Nearer acquainted, now I feel by proof That fellowship in pain divides not smart, Nor lightens aught each man's peculiar load; Small consolation, then, were Man adjoined.
This wounds me most (what can it less?) that Man, Man fallen, shall be restored, I never more.” To whom our Saviour sternly thus replied:- "Deservedly thou griev'st, composed of lies From the beginning, and in lies wilt end,
Who boast'st release from Hell, and leave to come Into the Heaven of Heavens. Thou com'st, indeed, 410 As a poor miserable captive thrall
Comes to the place where he before had sat Among the prime in splendour, now deposed, Ejected, emptied, gazed, unpitied, shunned, A spectacle of ruin, or of scorn,
To all the host of Heaven. The happy place Imparts to thee no happiness, no joy- Rather inflames thy torment, representing Lost bliss, to thee no more communicable; So never more in Hell than when in Heaven. But thou art serviceable to Heaven's King! Wilt thou impute to obedience what thy fear
Extorts, or pleasure to do ill excites? What but thy malice moved thee to misdeem Of righteous Job, then cruelly to afflict him With all inflictions? but his patience won. The other service was thy chosen task, To be a liar in four hundred mouths; For lying is thy sustenance, thy food. Yet thou pretend'st to truth! all oracles By thee are given, and what confessed more true Among the nations? That hath been thy craft,
By mixing somewhat true to vent more lies. But what have been thy answers? what but dark, Ambiguous, and with double sense deluding, Which they who asked have seldom understood, And, not well understood, as good not known? Who ever, by consulting at thy shrine, Returned the wiser, or the more instruct To fly or follow what concerned him most, And run not sooner to his fatal snare? For God hath justly given the nations up To thy delusions; justly, since they fell Idolatrous. But, when his purpose is Among them to declare his providence,
To thee not known, whence hast thou then thy truth, But from him, or his Angels president
In every province, who, themselves disdaining
To approach thy temples, give thee in command What, to the smallest tittle, thou shalt say To thy adorers? Thou, with trembling fear, Or like a fawning parasite, obey'st; Then to thyself ascrib'st the truth foretold. But this thy glory shall be soon retrenched; No more shalt thou by oracling abuse The Gentiles; henceforth oracles are ceased, And thou no more with pomp and sacrifice Shalt be inquired at Delphos or elsewhere—
At least in vain, for they shall find thee mute. God hath now sent his living Oracle
Into the world to teach his final will,
And sends his Spirit of Truth henceforth to dwell In pious hearts, an inward oracle
To all truth requisite for men to know."
So spake our Saviour; but the subtle Fiend, Though inly stung with anger and disdain,
Dissembled, and this answer smooth returned :— Sharply thou hast insisted on rebuke, And urged me hard with doings which not will, But misery, hath wrested from me. Easily canst thou find one miserable, And not enforced oft-times to part from truth, If it may stand him more in stead to lie, Say and unsay, feign, flatter, or abjure? But thou art placed above me; thou art Lord; From thee I can, and must, submiss, endure Check or reproof, and glad to scape so quit. Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk, Smooth on the tongue discoursed, pleasing to the ear, And tunable as sylvan pipe or song;
What wonder, then, if I delight to hear
Her dictates from thy mouth? most men admire Virtue who follow not her lore. Permit me To hear thee when I come (since no man comes), And talk at least, though I despair to attain. Thy Father, who is holy, wise, and pure, Suffers the hypocrite or atheous priest
To tread his sacred courts, and minister About his altar, handling holy things, Praying or vowing, and vouchsafed his voice To Balaam reprobate, a prophet yet
Inspired disdain not such access to me."
To whom our Saviour, with unaltered brow :"Thy coming hither, though I know thy scope,
Permission from above; thou canst not more."
He added not; and Satan, bowing low His gray dissimulation, disappeared, Into thin air diffused: for now began
Night with her sullen wing to double-shade
The desert; fowls in their clay nests were couched ; And now wild beasts came forth the woods to roam.
THE END OF THE FIRST BOOK.
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