Fate (Satan and God)

FATE
(SATAN AND GOD)
SATAN

O Lord of worlds, against Adam,
No grudge or spite I did e'er bear
Alas! he is a captive still
of late and soon, far off and near.

'Fore You, O mighty Lord of Worlds
A haughty pose I could not show,
It was pre-ordained by You God,
That I to You would never bow.

GOD

Before denial or after,
when did Across your mind this mystery dart?

SATAN

Aft Lord, Who can by Your display
Perfection great to life impart.

GOD
(LOOKING AT THE ANGELS)

His low grovelling bent of mind
Has taught the wretch to argue and contend,
He says it was pre-ordained,
To God he would not bow or bend.

Unfettered freedom though he owns
Yet gives it name of much constraint
The tyrant, though a blazing flame,
To be mere smoke is his complaint.