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A hideous peel: yet, when they list, would creep,
Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd,
And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head,
Satan was now at hand, and from his seat
660 Vex'd] Dulichios vexasse rates.' Bentl. MS.
665 labouring moon] See Ovid. Metam. iv. 333. and Stat. Theo. ver. 687. 'Siderum labores.' v. Plin. N. Hist. lib. ii. c. x. p. 162, ed. Brotier. Casimir Sarb. Lyr. ii. v. 'Soli et lunæ labores.'
672 And shook]
'His dart anon out of the corpse he took,
And in his hand, a dreadful sight to see,
With great triumph eftsones the same he shook.'
See Sackville's Int. to Mirror for Mag. p. 266, ed. 1610.
676 hell] And made hell gates to shiver with the might.'
Sackville's Introd. p. 265.
Th' undaunted fiend what this might be admir'd; Admir'd, not fear'd; GoD and his Son except, Created thing naught valued he, nor shunn'd; And with disdainful look thus first began.
Whence and what art thou, execrable shape, That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gates? through them I mean to pass, That be assur'd without leave ask'd of thee. Retire, or taste thy folly, and learn by proof, Hell-born, not to contend with spirits of heav'n. To whom the goblin full of wrath replied. Art thou that traitor-angel, art thou he, Who first broke peace in heaven and faith, till then Unbroken, and in proud rebellious arms Drew after him the third part of heaven's sons Conjur❜d against the Highest; for which both thou And they, outcast from GoD, are here condemn'd To waste eternal days in woe and pain? And reckon'st thou thyself with spirits of heav'n, Hell-doom'd, and breath'st defiance here and scorn, Where I reign king, and, to enrage thee more, Thy king and lord? Back to thy punishment,
693 Conjur'd] Virg. Geo. i. 280.
679 Created] See Wakefield's Lucretius, lib. i. 117, and Sylva Critica, v. p. 74, where this phrase is illustrated.
683 miscreated] Spens. F. Q. i. ii. 3. ‘miscreated fair.' ii. vii. 42. 'miscreated mould.' Bentl.
692 Drew] 'He boldly drew millions of souls.'
See Beaumont's Psyche, c. xv. st. 296.
'Et conjuratos cœlum rescindere fratres.' Hume.
False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings,
1 Each cast at th' other, as when two black clouds, | With heaven's artillery fraught, come rattling on
'Then with long bloody hair, a blazing star
Threatens the world with famine, plague, and war,
711 Shakes] Mr. Dyce refers to Lucan. Phars. vi. 468.
'Humentes late nebulas, nimbosque solutis
715 artillery] See Gayton's Charta Scriptæ, p. 20; (1645).
'The magazine of heaven here. Artillerie
Which oft in dreadful thunderings rend the skie.'
708 comet] See Virg. Æn. x. 272. Tasso G. L. i. vii. 52. Newton. 'And such comets
709 Ophiucus] See Sir F. Bacon's Astronomy. have more than once appeared in our time; first again in Ophiuchus.'
in Cassiopeia, and
710 horrid hair] See Plin. N. Hist. lib. ii. c. 22. 'Cometas horrentes crine sanguineo.' See Nonni Dionys. xvii. 6. Sylvester's Du Bartas, P. 14.
714 two black clouds] Boiardo's Orlando Innamorato, b. i. c. 16. st. 10.
Over the Caspian; then stand front to front
To meet so great a foe: and now great deeds
So strange thy outcry, and thy words so strange
T'whom thus the portress of hell-gate reply'd. Hast thou forgot me then, and do I seem Now in thine eye so foul, once deem'd so fair In heaven? when at th' assembly, and in sight Of all the seraphim with thee combin'd In bold conspiracy against heaven's King, All on a sudden miserable pain Surpriz'd 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 count'nance bright, Then shining heav'nly fair, a goddess arm'd, Out of thy head I sprung: amazement seiz❜d All th' host of heaven; back they recoil'd afraid At first, and call'd me Sin, and for a sign Portentous held me: but familiar grown, I pleas'd, and with attractive graces won 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 conceiv'd A growing burthen. Mean while 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 Through all the empyrean: down they fell Driv'n headlong from the pitch of heaven, down Into this deep, and in the general fall
746 the portress] P. Fletcher's Locusts, ed. 1627, p. 34. 'The Porter to th' infernall gate is Sin.' Todd.