124 Parapise Lost. Bookiv.Him thus intent Ithuriel with his SpearTouch’d lightly; for no falthood can endureTouch of Celeftial temper, but returns

Of force to its own likenefs: up he fartsDifcover’d and furpriz’d. As when a{parkLights on a heap of nitrous Powder, laid

Fir for the Tun fome Magazine to floreAgainft a rumor'd War, the{mutty grain With fudden blaze diffus’d, inflames the Air:So farted up in his own fhape the Fiend.Back ftept thofe two fair Angels half amaz?d 81So fudden to behold the griefly King;

Yet thus, unmov’d with fear, accoft him foon.Which of thofe rebel Spirits adjudg’d to HellCom’ft thou, efcap’d thy prifon, and transform’d,Why fat’ft thou like an enemy in wait 825

Here watching at the head of thefe that fleep}Know ye not then,{aid Satan, fil’d with fcomn,Know ye not me? ye knew me once no mate|,For you, there fitting where you durft not foare;|,Not to know me argues your{elves unknown, 80

The loweft of your throng; or if ye know,

Why ask ye, and fuperfluous begin

Your meffage, like to end as much in vain?

"To whom thus Zephon, anfwering{corn with feo,Think not, revolted Spirit, thy fhape the fame, 83Or undiminifhr brightnefs to be known

As when thou ftood’fl in Heav’n upright and pure;That Glory then, when thou no more waft good,|Departed from thee, and thou refembl’ft now

S1of

$15