FIRST FURY
  Oh, mercy! mercy!
  We die with our desire! drive us not back!

MERCURY
  Crouch then in silence.
  Awful Sufferer!
  To thee unwilling, most unwillingly
  I come, by the great Father's will driven down,
  To execute a doom of new revenge.
  Alas! I pity thee, and hate myself
  That I can do no more; aye from thy sight
  Returning, for a season, Heaven seems Hell,
  So thy worn form pursues me night and day,
  Smiling reproach. Wise art thou, firm and good,
  But vainly wouldst stand forth alone in strife
  Against the Omnipotent; as yon clear lamps,
  That measure and divide the weary years
  From which there is no refuge, long have taught
  And long must teach. Even now thy Torturer arms
  With the strange might of unimagined pains
  The powers who scheme slow agonies in Hell,
  And my commission is to lead them here,
  Or what more subtle, foul, or savage fiends
  People the abyss, and leave them to their task.
  Be it not so! there is a secret known
  To thee, and to none else of living things,