To whom the Tempter inly rack'd reply'd: Let that come when it comes, all hope is lost Of my reception into grace; what worse? For where no hope is left, is left no fear: If there be worse, the expectation more Of worse torments me than the feeling can, I would be at the worst; worst is my port, My harbour and my ultimate repose, The end I would attain, my final good. My errror was my error, and my crime My crime; whatever for itself condemn'd And will alike be punish'd, whether thou Reign or reign not, though to that gentle brow Willingly I could fly, and hope thy reign, From that placid aspéct and meek regard, Rather than aggravate my evil state,
Would stand between me and thy Father's ire (Whose ire I dread more than the fire of Hell) 220 A shelter and a kind of shading cool Interposition, as a summer's cloud.
If I then to the worst that can be haste, Why move thy feet so slow to what is best, Happiest both to thyself and all the world, That thou who worthiest art should'st be their king? Perhaps thou linger'st in deep thoughts detain'd Of th' enterprise so hazardous and high ; No wonder, for though in thee be united What perfection can in man be found, Or human Nature can receive, consider Thy life hath yet been private, most part spent
At home, scarce view'd the Galilean towns, And once a year Jerusalem, few days [serve? Short sojourn; and what thence couldst thou ob- The world thou hast not seen, much less her glory, Empires, and monarchs, and their radiant courts, Best school of best experience, quickest insight In all things that to greatest actions lead, The wisest, unexperienc'd, will be ever Timorous and loath, with novice modesty, (As he who seeking asses found a kingdom) Irresolute, unhardy, unadventʼrous,
But I will bring thee where thou soon shalt quit Those rudiments, and see before thine eyes The monarchies of th' earth, their pomp and state, Sufficient introduction to inform
Thee, of thyself so apt, in regal arts,
And regal mysteries, that thou may'st know How best their opposition to withstand.
With that (such power was giv'n kim then) he
The Son of God up to a mountain high. It was a mountain at whose verdant feet A spacious plain out-stetch'd in circuit wide Lay pleasant; from his side two rivers flow'd, Th' one winding, th' other straight, and left between Fair champaign with less rivers intervein'd Then meeting, join'd their tribute to the sea: Fertile of corn the glebe, of oil and wine; 259 With herds the pastures throng'd, with flocks the hills, Huge cities and high tower'd, that well might seem The seats of mightiest monarchs, and so large.
The prospect was, that here and there was room For barren desert fountainless and dry.
To this high mountain top the Tempter brought Our Saviour, and new train of words began.
Well have we speeded, and o'er hill and dale, Forest, and field and flood, temples, and towers, Cut shorter many a league; here thou behold'st Assyria and her empire's ancient bounds, Araxes and the Caspian lake, thence on As far as Indus east, Euphrates west, And oft beyond: the south of Persian bay, And inaccessible th' Arabian drouth: Here Nineveh, of length within her wall Several days' journey, built by Ninus old, Of that first golden monarchy the seat, And seat of Salmanassar, whose success Israel in long captivity still mourns,
There Babylon, the wonder of all tongues, 280 As ancient, but rebuilt by him who twice Judah and all thy father David's house Led captive, and Jerusalem laid waste, Till Cyrus set them free; Persepolis His city there thou seest, and Bactra there; Ecbatana her structure vast there shows, And Hecatompylos her hundred gates; There Susa by Choaspes, amber stream, The drink of none but kings; of later fame Built by Emathian, or by Parthian hands, The great Selucia, Nisibis, and there Artaxata, Teredon, Ctesiphon,
Turning with easy eye thou may'st behold. All these the Parthian, now some ages past, By great Arsases led, who founded first That empire, under his dominion holds, From the luxurious kings of Antioch won. And just in time thou com'st to have a view Of his great pow'r; for now the Parthian king In Ctestiphon has gather'd all his host Against the Scythian, whose incursions wild Have wasted Sogdiana, to her aid
He marches now in haste; see, though from far, His thousands, in what martial equipage They issue forth, steel bows, and shafts their arms Of equal dread in flight, or in pursuit ; All horsemen, in which fight they most excel; See how in warlike muster they appear,
In rhombs and wedges, and half-moons, and wings. He look'd, and saw what numbers numberless The city gates out-pour'd, light armed troops 311 In coats of mail and military pride;
In mail their horses clad, yet fleet and strong, Prauncing their riders bore, the flow'r and choice Of many provinces from bound to bound! From Arachosia, from Candaor east, And Margiana to the Hyrcanian cliffs Of Caucasus, and dark Iberian dales, From Atropatia and the neighb'ring plains Of Adiabene, Media, and the south
Of Susiana, to Balsarar's haven.
He saw them in their forms of battle rang'd,.
How quick they wheel'd and fly'ing behind them shot Sharp sleet of arrowy showers against the face Of their pursuers, and overcame by flight; The field all iron cast a gleaming brown : Nor wanted clouds of foot, nor on each horn Cuirassiers all in steel for standing fight, Chariots or elephants indors'd with towers Of archers, nor of lab'ring pioneers A multitude with spades and axes arm'd To lay hills plain, fell woods, or valleys fill, Or where plain was raise hill, or overlay With bridges rivers proud, as with a yoke; Mules after these, camels and dromedaries, And waggons fraught with utensils of war. Such forces met not, nor so wide a camp, When Agrican with all his northern powers Besieg'd Albracca, as romances tell,
The city of Gallaphrone, from whence to win 340 The fairest of her sex Angelica
His daughter, sought by many prowest knights, Both Paynim, and the peers of Charlemain. Such and so numerous was their chivalry; At sight whereof the Fiend yet more presum'd,
And to our Saviour thus his words renewed.
That thou may'st know I seek not to engage Thy virtue, and not every way secure
On no slight grounds thy safety; hear, and mark To what end I have brought thee hither and shown All this fair sight: thy kingdom though foretold 351 By prophet or by angel, unless thou
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