But still t random, as before, [ 930 ]

    Argue t behooves

    From

    A fait to hazard all

    trid,

    I t undertook [ 935 ]

    to e Abyss, and spie

    ted orld, whereof in hell

    Fame is not silent, o find

    Better abode, and my afflicted Powers

    to settle h, or in mid Aire; [ 940 ]

    t to try once more

    t;

    o serve thir Lord

    o hrone,

    And practisd distances to cringe, not fight. [ 945 ]

    to whe warriour Angel, soon replid.

    to say and strait unsay, pretending first

    ise to flie pain, professing next the Spie,

    Argues no Leader, but a lyar tract,

    Satan, and couldst thful add? O name, [ 950 ]

    O sacred name of faithfulness profand!

    Faito hy rebellious crew?

    Armie of Fiends, fit body to fit head;

    as th ingagd,

    Your military obedience, to dissolve [ 955 ]

    Allegeance to th acknowledgd Power supream?

    And te, w seem

    Patron of liberty, whou

    Once fawnd, and cringd, and servilly adord

    in hope [ 960 ]

    to dispossess o reigne?

    But mark ;

    Flie t: if from this houre

    its thou appeer,

    Back to t I drag thee chaind, [ 965 ]

    And Seale t to scorne

    tes of oo slightly barrd.

    So tnd  Satan to no ts

    Gave  waxing more in rage replid.