ell e, [ 390 ]
Synod of Gods, and like to w ye are,
Great t deep
ill once more lift us up, in spige,
Neerer our ancient Seat; perhaps in view
Of t confines, wh neighbouring Arms [ 395 ]
And opportune excursion we may chance
Re-enter heavn; or else in some milde Zone
D unvisited of
Secure, and at tning Orient beam
Purge off t delicious Air, [ 400 ]
to hese corrosive Fires
S first whom shall we send
In searchis new world, whom shall we find
Sufficient?
ttomd infinite Abyss [ 405 ]
And t
Upborn igable wings
Over t abrupt, ere he arrive
t strengt art can then [ 410 ]
Suffice, or w evasion bear him safe
trict Senteries and Stations thick
Of Angels ching round? here he had need
All circumspection, and we now no less
Choice in our suffrage; for on whom we send, [ 415 ]
t of all and our last hope relies.
t; and expectation held
ing who appeerd
to second, or oppose, or undertake
ttempt; but all sat mute, [ 420 ]
Pondering ts; and each
In otnance read his own dismay
Astonishe choice and prime
Of those heavn-warring Champions could be found
So o proffer or accept [ 425 ]
Alone till at last
Satan, glory raisd
Above h Monarchal pride
Conscious of hus spake.
O Progeny of hrones, [ 430 ]
ith deep silence and demurr
Seisd us, the way
And out of o light;
Our prison strong, this huge convex of Fire,
Outrageous to devour, immures us round [ 435 ]
Ninefold, and gates of burning Adamant
Barrd over us pro all egress.