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Satan's hanging out in Paradise...
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| Why hast thou, Satan, broke the bounds prescrib'd to thy transgressions, and disturb'd... those whose dwelling God hath planted here in bliss? | |
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| Gabriel... who would not, finding way, break loose from Hell, though thither doom'd? | |
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The tension grows between Gabriel and Satan...
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| Not that I less endure, or shrink from pain, Insulting Angel, well thou know'st I stood Thy fiercest... from hard assays and ill successes past A faithful Leader... | |
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| O sacred name of faithfulness profan'd!!! | |
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God stops a potential war.
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| The Fiend lookt up and knew his mounted scale aloft: nor more; but fled murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night. | |
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