"Paradise Lost: A Poem Written in Ten Books": An Authoritative Text of the 1667 First Edition

BOOK IX.

PARADISE LOST BOOK IX. MEanwhile the hainous and despightfull act Of Satan done in Paradise, and how Hee in the Serpent had perverted Eve, Her Husband shee, to taste the fatall fruit, Was known in Heav’n; for what can scape the Eye Of God All-seeing, or deceave his Heart Omniscient, who in all things wise and just, Hinder’d not Satan to attempt the minde Of Man, with strength entire, and free Will arm’d, Complete to have discover’d and repulst Whatever wiles of Foe or seeming Friend. For still they knew, and ought to have still remember’d The high Injunction not to taste that Fruit, Whoever tempted; which they not obeying, Incurr’d, what could they less, the penaltie, And manifold in sin, deserv’d to fall. Up into Heav’n from Paradise in hast Th’ Angelic Guards ascended, mute and sad For Man, for of his state by this they knew, Much wondring how the suttle Fiend had stoln Entrance unseen. Soon as th’ unwelcome news From Earth arriv’d at Heaven Gate, displeas’d 281 10 20 All were who heard, dim sadness did not spare That time Celestial visage, yet mixt With pitie, violated not thir bliss. About the new-arriv’d, in multitudes Th’ ethereal People ran, to hear and know How all befell: they towards the Throne Supream Accountable made haste to make appear With righteous plea, thir utmost vigilance, And easily approv’d; when the most High Eternal Father from his secret Cloud, Amidst in Thunder utter’d thus his voice Assembl’d Angels, and ye Powers return’d From unsuccessful charge, be not dismaid, Nor troubl’d at these tidings from the Earth, Which your sincerest care could not prevent, Foretold so lately what would come to pass, When first this Tempter cross’d the Gulf from Hell. I told ye then he should prevail and speed On his bad Errand, Man should be seduc’t And flatter’d out of all, believing lies Against his Maker; no Decree of mine Concurring to necessitate his Fall, Or touch with lightest moment of impulse His free Will, to her own inclining left In eeven scale. But fall’n he is, and now What rests, but that the mortal Sentence pass On his transgression, Death denounc’t that day, Which he presumes already vain and void, Because not yet inflicted, as he fear’d, 282 Paradiselost 30 40 50 BookIX 283 By some immediate stroak; but soon shall find Forbearance no acquittance ere day end. Justice shall not return as bountie scorn’d. But whom send I to judge them? whom but thee Vicegerent Son, to thee I have transferr’d All Judgement, whether in Heav’n, or Earth, or Hell. Easie it may be seen that I intend Mercie collegue with Justice, sending thee Mans Friend, his Mediator, his design’d Both Ransom and Redeemer voluntarie, And destin’d Man himself to judge Man fall’n. So spake the Father, and unfoulding bright Toward the right hand of Glorie, on the Son Blaz’d forth unclouded Deitie; he full Resplendent all his Father manifest Express’d and thus divinely answer’d milde. Father Eternal, thine is to decree, Mine both in Heav’n and Earth to do thy will Supream, that thou in mee thy Son belov’d Mayst ever rest well pleas’d. I go to judge On Earth these thy transgressors, but thou knowst, Whoever judg’d, the worst on mee must light, When time shall be, for so I undertook Before thee; and not repenting, this obtaine Of right, that I may mitigate thir doom On me deriv’d, yet I shall temper so Justice with Mercie, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfied, and thee appease. Attendance none shall need, nor Train, where none 60 70 80 Are to behold the Judgement, but the judg’d, Those two; the third best absent is condemn’d, Convict by flight, and Rebel to all Law Conviction to the Serpent none belongs. Thus saying, from his radiant Seat he rose Of high collateral glorie: him Thrones and Powers, Princedoms, and Dominations ministrant Accompanied to Heaven Gate, from whence Eden and all the Coast in prospect lay. Down he descended strait; the speed of Gods Time counts not, though with swiftest minutes wing’d. Now was the Sun in Western cadence low From Noon, and gentle Aires...