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The first in flight from pain ! hadst thou alleged
To which the fiend thus answer'd, frowning stern:
To whom the warrior-angel soon replied • To say and straight unsay, pretending first Wise to fly pain, professing next the spy, Argues no leader, bụt a liar traced, Satan: and couldst thou faithful add ? O name, O sacred name of faithfulness profaned ! Faithful to whom? to thy rebellious crew? Army of fiends, fit body to fit head. Was this your discipline and faith engaged, Your military obedience, to dissolve Allegiance to the acknowledged Power Supreme?. And thou, sly hypocrite, who now wouldst seem Patron of liberty, who more than thou Once fawn'd, and cringed, and servilely adored Heaven's awful Monarch? wherefore, but in hope
To dispossess him, and thyself to reign?
So threaten'd he; but Satan to no threats
• Then when I am thy captive talk of chains,
While thus he spake, the angelic squadron bright
The pendulous round earth with balanced air
now To trample thee as mire : for proof look up, And read thy lot in yon celestial sign, Where thou art weigh’d, and shown how light, how
weak, If thou resist.' The fiend look'd up, and knew His mounted scale aloft: nor more; but fled Murmuring, and with him fed the shades of night.