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I never from thy side henceforth to stray,
So spake, so wish'd much-humbled Eve; but fate
O Eve, some further change awaits us nigh, Which heaven by these mute signs in nature shows Forerunners of his purpose, or to warn Us haply too secure of our discharge From penalty, because from death releas'd Some days; how long, and what till then our life, Who knows, or more than this, that we are dust, And thither must return and be no more? Why else this double object in our sight Of flight pursu'd in th' air, and o'er the ground,
182 Subscrib'd] Shakespeare's Meas, for Meas. act ii. sc. 4.
• Admit no other way to save his life,
One way the self-same hour? Why in the east
He err’d not, for by this the heavenly bands
204 morning light] So in the Adamus Exsul of Grotius, p. 73.
“Quis subitus ardor iste ? quæ lux emicat ?
Sunt opera, quæ nos ire in exsilium jubet.' 205 draws] So D. Heinsius;
“Rubore cælum prævio Aurora imbuit, Primamque puræ purpuram nubes trahunt.' Herodes, p. 220, 215 pavilion'd] Shakesp. Henry V. act i. sc. 2.
And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France.' Bowle,
Possession of the garden; he alone,
Eve, now expect great tidings, which perhaps
He ended; and th' archangel soon drew nigh,
232 Or] Lord of the Thrones above. Bentl. MS. 242 Melibæan] Virg. Æn. V. 251.
• Purpura mæandro duplici Melibæa cucurrit.' and Georg. ii. 506. Sarrano indormiat ostro.'
Satan's dire dread, and in his hand the spear.
He added not, for Adam at the news Heart-struck with chilling gripe of sorrow stood, That all his senses bound; Eve, who unseen Yet all had heard, with audible lament Discover'd soon the place of her retire.
O unexpected stroke, worse than of death! Must I thus leave thee, paradise ? thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades, Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day
250 Inclin'd] See Spens. F. Qu. V. ix. 34.
• To whom she eke inclyning her withall.' and Fairfax's Tasso, ix. 60.
Bowle. 264 gripe) Browne's Brit. Pas. B. i. s. iii.
• Free from the gripes of sorrow every one.' Todd.
That must be mortal to us both. O flowers,
Whom thus the angel interrupted mild.
Adam, by this from the cold sudden damp
273 O flowers) See Ovidii Metam. V. 399, of Proserpine.
Collecti flores tunicis cecidere remissis :
Hæc quoque virgineum movit jactura dolorem.' 280 nuptial] Compare Euripidis Alcestis, v. 247.
Γαία τε, και μελάθρων στέγαι