BooK XI. PARADISE LOST. 315 To that meek man, who well had facrific'd : Is piety thus, and pure devotion paid ? T' whom Michael thus (he alfo mov'd) reply'd : Thefe two are brethren, Adam, and to come Out of thy loins : th' unjufl the juft bath {lain ; 455 For envy, that his brother's offering found From heav'n acceptance ; but the bloody fast Will be aveng'd ; and th' other's faith, approv'd, Lofe no reward ; though here thou fee him die, Rolling in dull and gore. To which our fire. 460 Alas, both for the deed and for the caufe But have I now feen Death ? is this the way I mull return to native dull? 0 fight Of terror, foul and ugly to behold, Horrid to think, how horrible to feel ! 465 To whom thus Michael. Death thou haft ken In his firft fhape on man : but many fhapes Of Death, and many are the ways that lead To his grim cave : all difmal ! yet to fenfe More terrible at th' entrance, than within. 470 Some (as thou taw'a by violent ftroke (hall die ; By fire, flood, famine : by intemperance more In meats and drinks, which on the earth (ball bring Diteafes dire : of which a monfirous crew Before thee (ball appear ; that thou may'it know 475 What rnifery th' in-abainence of Eve Shall bring on men. Immediately a place Before his eyes a.ppear'd, fad, noifome, dark, A lazar.houte it feem'd; wherein were laid Numbers of all difeas'd : all maladies 48o Of gaaly fpafrn, or racking torture, qualmS Of heart-lick agony, all fev'rous kinds, Convulfions,
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