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Blind appetite shall your wild fancies rule;
[Turns in anger from her, and is going off. Eve. Unkind! wilt thou forsake me, in distress,
[Kneeling For that which now is past me to redress ? I have misdone, and I endure the smart, Loth to acknowledge, but more loth to part. The blame be mine; you warn’d, and I refused : What would you more ? I have myself accused. Was plighted faith so weakly seal'd above, That, for one error, I must lose your love? Had you so err’d, I should have been more kind, Than to add pain to an afflicted mind. Adam. You're grown much humbler than you
were before : I pardon you; but see my face no more.
Eve. Vain pardon, which includes a greater ill; Be still displeased, but let me see you still. Without your much-loved sight I cannot live; You more than kill me, if you so forgive. The beasts, since we are fall’n, their lords despise; And, passing, look at me with glaring eyes : , Must I then wander helpless, and alone? You'll pity me, too late, when I am gone.
Adam. Your penitence does my compassion move; As you deserve it, I may give my love.
Eve. On me, alone, let heaven's displeasure fall; You merit none, and I deserve it all.
Adam. You all heaven's wrath ! how could you
bear a part,
Who bore not mine, but with a bleeding heart?
Enter RAPHAEL. Raph. Of sin to warn thee I before was sent ; For sin, I now pronounce thy punishment : Yet that much lighter than thy crimes require; Th’ All-good does not his creatures' death desire : Justice must punish the rebellious deed; Yet punish so, as pity shall exceed.
Adam. I neither can dispute his will, nor dare : Death will dismiss me from my future care, And lay me softly in my native dust, To pay the forfeit of ill-managed trust.
Eve. Why seek you death? consider ere you speak, The laws were hard, the power to keep them, weak. Did we solicit heaven to mould our clay ? From darkness to produce us to the day? Did we concur to life, or chuse to be? Was it our will which form'd, or was it He? Since'twas his choice, not ours, which placed us here, The laws we did not chuse why should we bear?
Adam. Seek not, in vain, our Maker to accuse; Terms were proposed; power left us to refuse. The good we have enjoy'd from heaven's free will, And shall we murmur to endure the ill ? Should we a rebel son's excuse receive, Because he was begot without his leave ? Heaven's right in us is more: first, form’d to serve; The good, we merit not; the ill, deserve.
Raph. Death is deferr'd, and penitence has room To mitigate, if not reverse the doom : But, for your crime, the Eternal does ordain In Eden you no longer shall remain. Hence, to the lower world, you are exiled ; This place with crimes shall be no more defiled.
Eve. Must we this blissful paradise forego ? Raph. Your lot must be where thorns and this
Unbid, as balm and spices did at first ;
Adam. Heaven is all mercy: labour I would chuse; And could sustain this paradise to lose : The bliss, but not the place: Here, could I say, Heaven's winged messenger did pass the day; Under this pine the glorious angel staid : Then, shew my wondering progeny the shade. In woods and lawns, where-e'er thou didst appear, Each place some monument of thee should bear. I, with green turfs, would grateful altars raise, And heaven, with gums, and offer'd incense, praise. Raph. Where-e'er thou art, He is; the Eternal
Mind Acts through all places; is to none confined : Fills ocean, earth, and air, and all above, And through the universal mass does move. Thou canst be nowhere distant: Yet this place Had been thy kingly seat, and here thy race, From all the ends of peopled earth had come To reverence thee, and see their native home. Immortal, then; now sickness, care, and age, And war, and luxury's more direful rage, Thy crimes have brought to shorten mortal breath, With all the numerous family of death.
Eve. My spirits faint, while I these ills foreknow, And find myself the sad occasion too. But what is death?
Raph. In vision thou shalt see his griesly face, The king of terrors, raging in thy race.
That, while in future fate thou shar’st thy part,
The SCENE shifts, and discovers deaths of several
sorts. A Battle at Land, and a Naval Fight.
Adam. O wretched offspring ! O unhappy state Of all mankind, by me betray'd to fate ! Born, through my crime, to be offenders first; And, for those sins they could not shun, accurst! Eve. Why is life forced on man, who, might he
chuse, Would not accept what he with pain must lose ? Unknowing, he receives it; and when, known, He thinks it his, and values it, 'tis gone.
Raph. Behold of every age; ripe manhood see, Decrepit years, and helpless infancy : Those who, by lingering sickness, lose their breath; And those who, by despair, suborn their death : See
yon mad fools, who for some trivial right, For love, or for mistaken honour, fight : See those, more mad, who throw their lives away In needless wars ; the stakes which monarchs lay, When for each other's provinces they play. Then, as if earth too narrow were for sate, On open seas their quarrels they debate : In hollow wood they floating armies bear; And force imprison'd winds to bring them near.
Eve. Who would the miseries of man foreknow?
full of strife,
Raph. There is; but rarely shall that path be trod,
Eve. Thus, daily changing, with a duller taste
revive, How happy they in deathless pleasures live ; Far more than I can shew, or you can see, Shall crown the blest with immortality. Here a Heaven descends, full of Angels, and blessed
Spirits, with soft Music, a Song and Chorus. Adam. O goodness infinite! whose heavenly will Can so much good produce from so much ill! Happy their state! Pure, and unchanged, and needing no defence From sins, as did my frailer innocence. Their joy sincere, and with no sorrow mixt: Eternity stands permanent and fixt, And wheels no longer on the poles of time; Secure from fate, and, more, secure from crime.
Eve. Ravish'd with joy, I can but half repent The sin, which heaven makes happy in the event. Raph. Thus arm’d, meet firmly your approach
ing ill; For see, the guards, from yon' far eastern hill,