WHO from my dark abyss

Calls me to gaze on this excess of light?

What miracles unfeen

Shew'st thou to me, O God?

Art thou then tired of refidence in Heav'n

Why hast thou raised on earth

This lovely paradife,

And wherefore placed in it

Two earthly demi-gods of human mould?

Say, thou vile architect,

Forming thy works of duft,

What will befal this naked helpless man,

The fole inhabitant of glens and woods?

Does he then dream of treading on the stars ?
Heav'n is impoverish'd, and I, alone.
The cause, enjoy the ruin I produced:

Let him unite above

Star upon ftar, moon, fun,

And let his Godhead toil

To re-adorn and re-illume his heav'n;

Since in the end derifion

Shall prove his works, and all his efforts, vain

For Lucifer alone was that full light,

Which fcatter'd radiance o'er the plains of Heav'n.

I

But

Ma quefte faci hor fue fon ombre e fumi,
O de' gran lumi miei, bastardi lumi

Il ciel che che fi fia faper non voglio,

Che che fi fia queft' huom' faper non cura,
Troppo oftinato e duro,

El mio forte pensiero,

In mostrarmi implacabile, e fevero,

Contra il ciel, contra l' huom, l' angelo, e Dio.

ATTO

But these his present fires are shade and smoke,
Bafe counterfeits of my more potent beams;

I reck not what he means to make his heav'n,
Nor care I what this creature man may be,

Too obftinate and firm

Is my undaunted thought

In proving that I am implacable,

'Gainst heav'n, 'gainst man, the angels, and their God.

ATTO TERZ A.

SCENA PRIM A.

ADAMO, E V A.

OMIA compagna amata,

O di questa mia vita

Vero cor, cara vita;

Si frettolofa a dunque ali vibrando

Peregrina inceffante

Per ritrovar Adamo,

Solinga andavi errando?

Eccolo; che l' imponi? Parla homai

Tanto indugi? deh chiede; o Dio, che fai?

EVA.

O cariffimo Adamo,

Omia scorta, o mio duce

Ch' à rallegrar ch' a folazzar m'induce;

ACT THIR D.

SCENE I.

ADAM AND EVE.

O MY belov'd companion,

O thou of my existence

The very heart and foul,

Haft thou, with fuch excess of tender haste,

With ceaseless pilgrimage,

To find again thy Adam

Thus folitary wandered?

Behold him, speak, what are thy gentle orders?

Why dost thou pause? O God, what art thou doing?

Adam, my best beloved,

EVE.

My guardian and my guide,

Thou fource of all my comfort, all my joy,

Thee, thee alone I wish,

And in these pleasing horrors

Thee only have I fought.

ADAM.

Since thou may'ft call thy Adam

(Most beautiful companion)

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