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“ But see! the angry Victor hath recalled “ His ministers of vengeance and pursuit
170 “ Back to the gates of Heaven: the sulphurous hail, “ Shot after us in storm, o'erblown hath laid “ The fiery surge, that from the precipice “ Of Heaven received us falling; and the thunder,
Winged with red lightning and impetuous rage, “ Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases now “ To bellow through the vast and boundless deep. “ Let us not slip the occasion, whether scorn, “ Or satiate fury, yield it from our foe. “ Seest thou yon dreary plain, forlorn and wild, 180 “ The seat of desolation, void of light, “ Save what the glimmering of these livid flames “ Casts pale and dreadful? Thither let us tend “ From off the tossing of these fiery waves; “There rest, if any rest can harbour there; “ And, reassembling our afflicted powers, “ Consult how we may henceforth most offend “ Our enemy; our own loss how repair; “ How overcome this dire calamity; “ What reinforcement we may gain from hope; 190 “ If not, what resolution from despair."
Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate,