John Milton - Paradise Lost - Argo, Part Five

So saying, her rash hand in evil hour
Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat:
Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat
Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe,
That all was lost. Back to the Thicket slunk
The guiltie Serpent, and well might, for Eve
Intent now wholly on her taste, naught else
Regarded, such delight till then, as seemd,
In Fruit she never tasted, whether true
Or fansied so, through expectation high
Of knowledg, nor was God-head from her thought.
Greedily she ingorg'd without restraint,
And knew not eating Death: Satiate at length,
And hight'nd as with Wine, jocond and boon...

The climax of Milton's great epic (Book IX, lines 1-885)

This is the Argo LP from 1970 with Michael Redgrave and other sundry notables. Although somewhat abridged, it is easily the most authoritative version available.(Find parts one to four in the folder 'Current Poetry Torrents')