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 Then strait commands that at the warlike sound Of trumpets loud and clarions be uprear'd His mighty standard; that proud honour claim'd Azazel as his right, a Cherube tall: Who forthwith from the glittering staff unfurl'd Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc't Shon like a Meteor streaming to the wind With gemms & golden lustre rich emblaz'd, Seraphic arms and trophies: all the while Sonorous mettle blowing Martiall sounds. At which the universall host upsent A shout that tore hells concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the air With orient colours waving: with them rose A forrest huge of speares: and thronging helms Appear'd, and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable: anon they move In perfet Phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders; such as rais'd To highth of noblest temper Hero's old Arming to battell, and in stead of rage Deliberate valour breath'd, firm and unmov'd