The Adamus exul of Grotius; or The Prototype of Paradise Lost — page 40: what you’re looking at

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Adam. Satan. Adam. A TRAGEDY.—ACT III. 93 (Adam enters). Lord of the earth, and emperor of the sea! Adam, majestic Adam, let me kiss Thy princely hand, and bow me at thy feet. Ah! wherefore frown’st thou—rather on me bend Thy genial smile benignant—for me too The Almighty formed thy elder brother, high Above thee throned, amid the glittering spheres Of spirit-robing ether.—And thy God Vouchsafed me the choice privilege to lead A thousand, thousand friends. Now he forsakes, And those perfidious and forsworn compeers Desert me too—blind followers of blind chance ; But thou august, indulgent, too benign To harbour weak resentment, thee I sue For pity if not friendship, and implore The eternal pledge of amity, the bond Of fellowship—But why that cloudy brow ? Accursed of God, avaunt, detested fiend, Rebellious and perfidious, execrable ; Avaunt, begone, nor with polluted touch, Stain this immaculate form. The friends of Heaven Are mine, none else— Away, blaspheming One, Fly to thy own fit Hell, and never more Blast my pure sight, with infamy unnamed. Why is thy heart so hardened, so perturbed With hate and headstrong passion ? knowst thou not That these are evil >—anger, envy, fear, Can make none good or happy. Let thy soul Know that prime art of wisdom, how to put The best construction on suspicious things ; Therefore be favourable—at least be fair. Great Heaven shall fall, and all the glittering stars Come crushing on the affrighted earth—the sea Shall burn like one unmeasured lake of fire, And from its bickering flames, the cooling drops Of limpid water sweat. Euphrates’ self Shall backward roll his many-volumed tides, And mingle with the Tigris, sooner far Than peace or faith or charitable love, *"Twixt thee and me, aecurséd, and forsworn. Such sweet society as wolves and lambs Combine, this shall be ours, nor less, nor more, While on the many-heaving breezy waves Of the ethereal sky, Aurora drives Her purple wheels, and silent-pacing Night Doth in her starry mantle wrap the earth, Such be our compact, our confederacy. COL @ DOO <S (c@