s, observed his flight,
And saw him on yon steepy mount alight;
There, as he thought, unseen, he laid aside
His borrowed mask, and re-assumed his pride:
I marked his looks, averse to heaven and good;
Dusky he grew, and long revolving stood
On some deep, dark design; thence shot with haste,
And o'er the mounds of Paradise he past:
By his proud port, he seemed the Prince of Hell;
And here he lurks in shades 'till night: Search well
Each grove and thicket, pry in every shape,
Lest, hid in some, the arch hypocrite escape.

_Gab._ If any spirit come to invade, or scout
From hell, what earthy fence can keep him out?
But rest secure of this, he shall be found,
And taken, or proscribed this happy ground.

_Ithu._ Thou to the east, I westward walk the round,
And meet we in the midst.

_Uriel._ Heaven your design
Succeed; your charge requires you, and me mine.
[URIEL _flies forward out of sight; the two Angels
exeunt severally._

_A Night-piece of a pleasant Bower:_ ADAM _and_ EVE _asleep in it._

_Enter_ LUCIFER.

_Lucif._ So, now they lie secure in love, and steep
Their sated senses in full draughts of sleep.
By what sure means can I their bliss invade?
By violence? No, for they are immortal made.
Their reason sleeps, but mimic fancy wakes,
Supplies her part, and wild ideas takes,
From words and things, ill sorted and misjoined;
The anarchy of thought, and chaos of the mind:
Hence dreams, confused and various, may arise;
These will I set before the woman's eyes;
The weaker she, and made my easier prey;
Vain shows and pomp the softer sex betray.
[LUCIFER _sits down by_ EVE, _and seems to whisper
in her ear._

_A Vision, where a tree rises loaden with fruit; four Spirits rise
with it, and draw a canopy out of the tree; other Spirits dance
about the tree in deformed shapes; after the dance an Angel enters,
with a Woman, habited like_ EVE.

_Angel._ [_Singing._]
Look up, look up, and see,
What heaven prepares for thee;
Look up, and this fair fruit behold,
Ruddy it smiles, and rich with streaks of gold.
The loaded branches downward bend,
Willing they stoop, and thy fair hand attend.
Fair mother of mankind, make haste
And bless, and bless thy senses with the taste.

_Woman._ No, 'tis forbidden; I
In tasting it shall die.

_Angel._ Say, who enjoined this harsh command?

_Woman._ 'Twas heaven; and who can heaven wit