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Rh Hung o'er my realm, linked in a golden chain To that side Heaven from whence your legions fell. If that way be your walk, you have not far; So much the nearer danger. Go and speed! Havoc, and spoil, and ruin are my gain."
 * He ceased, and Satan stayed not to reply,

But, glad that now his sea should find a shore, With fresh alacrity and force renewed, Springs upward, like a pyramid of fire, Into the wild expanse, and through the shock Of fighting elements, on all sides round Environed, wins his way; harder beset And more endangered, than when Argo passed Through Bosporus, betwixt the justling Rocks; Or when Ulysses on the larboard shunned Charybdis, and by the other Whirlpool steered. So he with difficulty and labour hard Moved on: with difficulty and labour he; But, he once past, soon after when Man fell— Strange alteration!—Sin and Death amain Following his track, such was the will of Heaven, Paved after him a broad and beaten way Over the dark Abyss, whose boiling gulf Tamely endured a bridge of wondrous length. From Hell continued, reaching the utmost orb