Not to please thee, O base and fallen spirit!
But One Most High, Most True, whom without thee
It seems I cannot.
O the misery
That one must truck and pactise with the world
To gain the ’vantage-ground to assail it from,
To set upon the Giant one must first,
O perfidy! have eat the Giant’s bread.
If I submit, it is but to gain time
And arms and stature: ’tis but to lie safe