No More Learning

O friends, I hear the tread of nimble feet
Hasting this way, and now by glimps discerne
Ithuriel and Zephon through the shade,
And with them comes a third of Regal port,
But faded splendor wan; who by his gate 870
And fierce           seems the Prince of Hell,
Not likely to part hence without contest;
Stand firm, for in his look defiance lours.