To whom thus Adam, of short joy bereft: “O pity and shame, that they who to live well Entered so fair should turn aside to tread Paths indirect, or in the midway faint! But still I see the tenor of Man’s woe Holds on the same, from Woman to begin.”
“From Man’s effeminate slackness it begins,” Said the Angel, “who should better hold his place By wisdom, and superior gifts received. But now prepare thee for another scene.”
He looked, and saw wide territory spread Before him—towns, and rural works between, Cities of men with lofty gates and towers, Concourse in arms, fierce faces threatening war, Giants of mighty bone and bold emprise; Part wield their arms, part curb the foaming steed, Single or in array of battle ranged, Both horse and foot, nor idly mustering stood. One way a band select from forage drives A herd of beeves, fair oxen and fair kine, From a fat meadow-ground, or fleecy flock, Ewes and their bleating lambs, over the plain, Their booty; scarce with life the shepherds fly, But call in aid, which makes a bloody fray: With cruel tournament the squadrons join; Where cattle pastured late, now scattered lies With carcasses and arms the ensanguined field Deserted. Others to a city strong Lay siege, encamped, by battery, scale, and mine, Assaulting; others from the wall defend With dart and javelin, stones and sulphurous fire; On each hand slaughter and gigantic deeds. In other part the sceptred haralds call To council in the city-gates: anon Grey-headed men and grave, with warriors mixed, Assemble, and harangues are heard; but