Paradise LostParadise Lost, Book IXSlide 3Slide 4Slide 5Slide 6Slide 7Slide 8Slide 9Slide 10Slide 11Slide 12Slide 13Slide 14Slide 15Slide 16Slide 17Slide 18Slide 19Slide 20Slide 21Slide 22Slide 23Slide 24Slide 25Slide 26Slide 27Slide 28Slide 29Slide 30Slide 31Slide 32Slide 33Paradise LostAlbrecht Durer, Adam and Eve (1504)Paradise Lost, Book IXSynopsis of Book IX:In the morning, Eve suggests that she and Adam should work separately (lines 205-225)They discuss the pros and cons; Adam doesn’t like the idea, but he gives in (lines 226-410)Satan seeks them out, finds Eve alone, and changes his shape into the form of a serpent to approach her (lines 530-654)Satan tempts Eve to eat the forbidden fruit (lines 655-780)Eve then tempts Adam, and he eats (lines 866-999)They have wild sex in the bushes (lines 1017-1045)Adam and Eve sleep, then awaken to quarrel (lines 1046-1185)Paradise Lost, Book IXTo Pales, or Pomona, thus adornd,Likeliest she seemd, Pomona when she fledVertumnus, or to Ceres in her Prime, Yet Virgin of Proserpina from Jove.Her long with ardent look his Eye pursu'dDelighted, but desiring more her stay.Oft he to her his charge of quick returne400 Repeated, shee to him as oft engag'd To be returnd by Noon amid the Bowre,And all things in best order to inviteNoontide repast, or Afternoons repose.O much deceav'd, much failing, hapless Eve,Of thy presum'd return! event perverse! Thou never from that houre in ParadiseFoundst either sweet repast, or sound repose;Such ambush hid among sweet Flours and ShadesWaited with hellish rancour imminent410 To intercept thy way, or send thee back Despoild of Innocence, of Faith, of Bliss.Paradise Lost, Book IXFor now, and since first break of dawne the Fiend,Meer Serpent in appearance, forth was come,And on his Quest, where likeliest he might findeThe onely two of Mankinde, but in them The whole included Race, his purposd prey.In Bowre and Field he sought, where any tuftOf Grove or Garden-Plot more pleasant lay,Thir tendance or Plantation for delight,420 By Fountain or by shadie Rivulet He sought them both, but wish'd his hap might findEve separate, he wish'd, but not with hopeOf what so seldom chanc'd, when to his wish,Beyond his hope, Eve separate he spies,Veild in a Cloud of Fragrance, where she stood, Half spi'd, so thick the Roses bushing roundAbout her glowd, oft stooping to supportEach Flour of slender stalk, whose head though gayCarnation, Purple, Azure, or spect with Gold,430 Hung drooping unsustaind, them she upstaiesParadise Lost, Book IXGently with Mirtle band, mindless the while,Her self, though fairest unsupported Flour,From her best prop so farr, and storm so nigh.Neerer he drew, and many a walk travers'dOf stateliest Covert, Cedar, Pine, or Palme, Then voluble and bold, now hid, now seenAmong thick-wov'n Arborets and FloursImborderd on each Bank, the hand of Eve:Spot more delicious then those Gardens feign'd440 Or of reviv'd Adonis, or renownd Alcinous, host of old Laertes Son,Or that, not Mystic, where the Sapient KingHeld dalliance with his fair Egyptian Spouse.Much hee the Place admir'd, the Person more.As one who long in populous City pent, Where Houses thick and Sewers annoy the Aire,Forth issuing on a Summers Morn to breatheAmong the pleasant Villages and FarmesAdjoynd, from each thing met conceaves delight,The smell of Grain, or tedded Grass, or Kine, [ 450 ]Paradise Lost, Book IX450 The smell of Grain, or tedded Grass, or Kine, Or Dairie, each rural sight, each rural sound;If chance with Nymphlike step fair Virgin pass,What pleasing seemd, for her now pleases more,She most, and in her look summs all Delight.Such Pleasure took the Serpent to behold This Flourie Plat, the sweet recess of EveThus earlie, thus alone; her Heav'nly formeAngelic, but more soft, and Feminine,Her graceful Innocence, her every Aire460 Of gesture or lest action overawd His Malice, and with rapine sweet bereav'dHis fierceness of the fierce intent it brought:That space the Evil one abstracted stoodFrom his own evil, and for the time remaindStupidly good, of enmitie disarm'd, Of guile, of hate, of envie, of revenge;Paradise Lost, Book IXBut the hot Hell that alwayes in him burnes,Though in mid Heav'n, soon ended his delight,And tortures him now more, the more he sees470 Of pleasure not for him ordain'd: then soon Fierce hate he recollects, and all his thoughtsOf mischief, gratulating, thus excites. Thoughts, whither have ye led me, with what sweetCompulsion thus transported to forgetWhat hither brought us, hate, not love, nor hope Of Paradise for Hell, hope here to tasteOf pleasure, but all pleasure to destroy,Save what is in destroying, other joyTo me is lost. Then let me not let pass480 Occasion which now smiles, behold alone The Woman, opportune to all attempts,Her Husband, for I view far round, not nigh,Whose higher intellectual more I shun,And strength, of courage hautie, and of limbHeroic built, though of terrestrial mould,Paradise Lost, Book IX Foe not informidable, exempt from wound,I not; so much hath Hell debas'd, and paineInfeebl'd me, to what I was in Heav'n.Shee fair, divinely fair, fit Love for Gods,490 Not terrible, though terrour be in Love And beautie, not approacht by stronger hate,Hate stronger, under shew of Love well feign'd,The way which to her ruin now I tend.Paradise Lost, Book IX At first, as one who sought access, but feardTo interrupt, side-long he works his way.As when a Ship by skilful Stearsman wroughtNigh Rivers mouth or Foreland, where the WindVeres oft, as oft so steers, and shifts her Saile; So varied hee, and of his tortuous TraineCurld many a wanton wreath in sight of Eve,To lure her Eye; shee busied heard the soundOf rusling Leaves, but minded not, as us'd520 To such disport before her through the Field, From every Beast, more duteous at her call,Then at Circean call the Herd disguis'd.Hee boulder now, uncall'd before her stood;But as in gaze admiring: Oft he bowdHis turret Crest, and sleek enamel'd Neck, Fawning, and lick'd the ground whereon she trod.Paradise Lost, Book IX His gentle dumb expression turnd at lengthThe Eye of Eve to mark his play; he gladOf her attention gaind, with Serpent Tongue530 Organic, or impulse of vocal Air, His fraudulent temptation thus began. The serpent speaks to Eve:Wonder not, sovran Mistress, if perhapsThou canst, who art sole Wonder, much less armThy looks, the Heav'n of mildness, with disdain,Displeas'd that I approach thee thus,