Whom thus afflicted when sad Eve beheld,

Desolate where she sate, approaching nigh,

Soft words to his fierce passion she assayd: [ 865 ]

But her with stern regard he thus repelld.

Out of my sight, thou Serpent, that name best

Befits thee with him leagud, thy self as false

And hateful; nothing wants, but that thy shape,

Like his, and colour Serpentine may shew [ 870 ]

Thy inward fraud, to warn all Creatures from thee

Henceforth; least that too heavnly form, pretended

To hellish falshood, snare them. But for thee

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