ENCELADUS

That must be left to great Enceladus, The pride and glory of the Titans host. I that have curbed the billows with a frown, And with a smile have made the Ocean calm, Spurned down huge mountains with my armed foot, And with my shoulders lift the valleys high, Will in the wrinkles of my stormy brow, Bury the glories of the Cretan King, And on his slaughtered bulk brain all his sons. Do thou stand still, Whilst I the foes of Titan pash and kill. Am I not eldest from great Titans loins, The Saturnists hereditary scurdge? Leave all these deeds of horror to my hand, I Like a Trophy over their spoils will stand. Set on them, waste their confines as we march, And let them taste the rage of sword and fire, Alarm's given, and hath by this arriú'd Even at the walls of Creet, the citadel Where the Cathedral Saturn is enthroned. This Gigomantichia be eternised For our affright and terror: If they fly, Toss rockkes, and tops of Mountains after them To stumble them, or else entomb them quick. It's sunk into the deep Abysm of hell. Tear from his head the golden wreathe of Creet. Tread on his captive bulk, and with thy weight Great Titan, sink him to the infernal shades, So low, that with his trunk, his memory May be extinct in Lethe. By these Gods. We neither fear nor valve, but contend To equal in our actions: both shall die. There shall no proud Saturnian live, to brave The meanest of the highborn Tytanoyes. Conquest is ours. Maugre divine, or base terrestrial powers. There pause, that word disturbs all thy claim, And proves that Titan seats him in his own. Destruction is our vassal, and attends Upon the threatening of our stormy brows. We trifle hours. Arm all your fronts with horror, Your hearts with fury, and your hands with death. Thunder meet thunder, tempests storms defy, Saturn and all his issue this day die. Two royal armies then on both sides stand, To view this strange and dreadful Monomachy. Thy fallen, Saturnian, adds to my renown: For by thy death I gain the Cretan Crown. What, but to spurn down their offenciue mures? To shake in two their Adamantine gates, Their marble columns by the ground sylls tear, And kick their ruined walls as high as heaven? Come Angels armed, or Divels'clad in flames, Our fury shall repel them. Come they girded With power celestial, or infernal rage, We'll stand their fierce opposure. Royal Titan, Aegeon and Hyperion, don your arms, Bravely advance your strong orbicular shields, And in your right hands brandish your bright steel. Drown your affrightments in amazed sounds Of martial thunder (Diapason deep) We'll stand them, be they Gods; (if men,) expel Their strengthless force, and stound them low as hell, None stir, be all your arms cramped & diseased Your swords unuseful, may your steely glaues Command your hands, and not your sinews them, Till I by single valour have subdued This murderer of my father. Come arm your sinowy limbs, With rage and fury fright pale pity hence, And drown him in the sweat your bodies still. With hostile industry toss flaming brands About your fleecy locks, to threat their Cities With death and desolation, let your steel Glistering against the sun, daze their bright eyes, That with the dread of our astonishment They may be sunk in Lethe, and their graven May be the dark vawlt, called oblivious Cave,