Uriel monologue (Act 3) — Vondel's Lucifer

He saw his tide ebb when his star declined, And fled: so fled they all. Then, from above, The celestial ordnance pours forth shot on shot, With lightning flash and rolling thunders loud, Causing the monsters that into the light Have crawled to swell the rout; and pleased are all. With God's array, to aid in such pursuit! O! what a whirl of storms in one resolved! And what a noisy tumult rises round! 340 What floods sweep by! Our legions, blessed by God, Advance, and strike and crush whatever they meet. What cries of pain now burst forth everywhere, As from the fleeing hordes one hears, amid This wild confusion and this change of form In limbs and shapes, their roars and bellowings. Some yell, and others howl. What fearful frowns Those Angel faces wear, the mirrors dread Of Hell's infernal horrors. Hark! I hear Michael return, triumphant, to display, 350 Here in the light, the spoil from Angels reft. The choristers now greet him with their songs Of praise, with sound of cymbal, pipe, and drum. They come in front, and strew their laurel leaves 'Mid those celestial harmonies around.