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Book 2.  850 The key of this infernal Pit by due And by command of Heav’ns all-powerful King I keep, by him forbidden to unlock Thee Adamantine Gates; againt all force Death ready tands to interpoe his dart, Fearles to be o’rematcht by living might. But what ow I to his commands above Who hates me, and hath hither thrut me dow n Into this gloom of Tartarus profound, To it in hateful Office here confin'd, 860 Inhabitant of Heavn, and heav’nlie-born, Here in perpetual agonie and pain, With terrors and with clamors compast round Of mine own brood, that on my bowels feed: Thou art my Father, thou my Author, thou My being gav’t me; whom hould I obey But thee, whom follow? thou wilt bring me oon To that new world of light and blis, among The Gods who live at eae, where I hall Reign At thy right hand voluptuous, as beeems 870 Thy daughter and thy darling, without end. Thus aying, from her ide the fatal Key, Sad intrument of all our woe, he took; And towards the Gate rouling her betial train, Forthwith the huge Porcullis high up drew, Which but her elf not all the Stygian powers Could once have mov'd; then in the key-hole turns Th’ intricate wards, and every Bolt and Bar Of maie Iron or ollid Rock with eae Unfat'ns: on a udden op'n flie 880 With impetuous recoile and jarring ound Th’ infernal doors, and on thir hinges great