With me, where my redoubled love and care. With nursing diligence, to me glad office, May ever tend about thee to old age, [plied, With all things grateful cheer'd, and so sup- That, what by me thou hast lost, thou least shalt miss.
Sams. No, no; of my condition take no care; It fits not; thou and I long since are twain: Nor think me so unwary or accurs'd,
To bring my feet again into the snare
Where once I have been caught: I know thy trains,
Though dearly to my cost, thy gins, and toils; Thy fair enchanted cup, and warbling charms, No more on me have power; their force is null'd; So much of adder's wisdom I have learn'd, To fence my ear against thy sorceries.
If in my flower of youth and strength, when all [hate me Lov'd, honour'd, fear'd me, thou alone could'st Thy husband, slight me, sell me, and forego me; How wouldst thou use me now, blind, and thereby Deceivable, in most things as a child Helpless, thence easily contemn'd and scorn'd, And last neglected? how would'st thou insult, When I must live uxorious to thy will In perfect thraldom, how again betray me, Bearing my words and doings to the lords To gloss upon, and, censuring, frown or smile? This jail I count the house of liberty
To thime, whose doors my feet shall never enter. Dal. Let me approach at least, and touch thy hand.
Sams. Not for thy life, lest fierce remembrance wake
My sudden rage to tear thee joint by joint. At distance I forgive thee; go with that; Bewail thy falsehood, and the pious works It hath brought forth to make thee memorable Among illustrious women, faithful wives! Cherish thy hasten'd widowhood with the gold Of matrimonial treason! so farewell.
Dal. I see thou art implacable, more deaf To prayers, than winds and seas; yet winds to Are reconcil'd at length, and sea to shore: [seas Thy anger, unappeasable, still rages, Eternal tempest, never to be cálm'd. Why do I humble thus myself, and, suing For peace, reap nothing but repulse and hate? Bid go with evil omen, and the brand Of infamy upon my name denounc'd? To mix with thy concernments Idesist Henceforth, nor too much disapprove my own. Fame, if not double-fac'd, is double-mouth'd, And with contrary blast proclaims most deeds; On both his wings, one black, the other white, Bears greatest names in his wild aery flight. My name perhaps among the circumcis'd In Dan, in Judah, and the bordering tribes, To all posterity may stand defam'd, With malediction mention'd, and the blot Of falsehood most unconjugal traduc'd. But in my country, where I most desire, In Ecron, Gaza, Asdod, and in Gath, I shall be nam'd among the famousest Of women, sung at solemn festivals, Living and dead recorded, who, to save Her country from a fierce destroyer, chose Above the faith of wedlock-bands; my tomb
With odours visited and annual flowers; Not less renown'd than in mount Ephraim Jael, who with hospitable guile
Smote Sisera sleeping, through the temples nail'd. Nor shall I count it heinous to enjoy The public marks of honour and reward, Conferr'd upon me, for the piety
Which to my country I was judg'd to have shown. At this whoever envies or repines,
I leave him to his lot, and like my own. [Exil.] Chor. She's gone, a manifest serpent by her sting
Discover'd in the end, till now conceal'd.
Sams. So let her go; God sent her to debase And aggravate my folly, who committed To such a viper his most sacred trust Of secresy, my safety, and my life. Chor. Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power,
After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd, nor can be easily Repuls'd, without much inward passion felt And secret sting of amorous remorse.
Sams. Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord Not wedlock-treachery endangering life.
Chor. It is not virtue, wisdom, valour, wit, Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit, That woman's love can win, or long inherit; But what it is, hard is to say, Harder to hit,
(Which way soever men refer it,)
Much like thy riddle, Samson, in one day Or seven, though one should inusing sit.
If any of these, or all, the Timnian bride Had not so soon preferr'd
Thy paranymph, worthless to thee compar'd, Successor in thy bed,
Nor both so loosely disallied
Their nuptials, nor this last so treacherous Had shorn the fatal harvest of thy head.
Is it for that such outward ornament Was lavish'd on their sex, that inward gifts Were left for haste unfinish'd, judgment scant, Capacity not rais'd to apprehend
Or value what is best
In choice, but oftest to affect the wrong ? Or was too much of self-love mix'd, Of constancy no root infix'd,
That either they love nothing, or not long? Whate'er it be, to wisest nen and best Seeming at first all heavenly under virgin veil, Soft, modest, neck, demure,
Once join'd, the contrary she proyes, a thorn Intestine, far within defensive arms A cleaving mischief, in his way to virtue Adverse and turbulent, or by her charins Draws him awry enslav'd
With dotage, and his sense deprav'd
To folly and shameful deeds which ruin ends. What pilot so expert but needs must wreck Imbark'd with such a steers-mate at the helm? Favour'd of Heaven, who finds
One virtuous, rarely found,
That in domestic good combines:
Happy that house! his way to peace is smooth: But virtue, which breaks through all opposition, And all temptation can remove,
Most shines, and most is acceptable above. Therefore God's universal law
Gave to the man despotic power Over his female in due awe,
Nor from that right to part an hour, Smile she or lour:
So shall he least confusion draw
On his whole life, not sway'd
By female usurpation, or dismay'd.
But had we best retire? I see a storm.
Sams. Fair days have oft contracted wind and rain.
Chor. But this another kind of tempest brings. Sams. Be less abstruse, my riddling days are past.
Chor. Look now for no enchanting voice, nor fear
The bait of honied words; a rougher tongue Draws hitherward; know him by his stride, The giant Harapha of Gath, his look Haughty, as is his pile high-built and proud. Comes he in peace? what wind hath blown him I less conjecture than when first I saw The sumptuous Dalila floating this way: His habit carries peace, his brow defiance. Sams. Or peace, or not, alike to me he comes. Chor. His fraught we soon shall know, he now arrives.
Har. I come not, Samson, to condole thy chance,
As these perhaps, yet wish it had not been, Though for no friendly intent. I am of Gath; Meu call me Harapha, of stock renown'd As Og, or Anak, and the Emims old
That Kiriathaim held; thou know'st me now If thou at all art known. Much I have heard Of thy prodigious might and feats perform❜d, Incredible to me, in this displeas'd, That I was never present on the place
Of those encounters, where we might have tried Each other's force in camp or listed field; And now am come to see of whom such noise Hath walk'd about, and each limb to survey, If thy appearance answer loud report.
Sams. The way to know were not to see but taste.
Har. Dost thou already single me? I thought Gyves and the mill had tam'd thee. O that fortune Had brought me to the field, where thou art fam'd
To have wrought such wonders with an ass's jaw! I should have forc'd thee soon with other arms, Or left thy carcass where the ass lay thrown: So had the glory of prowess been recover'd To Palestine, won by a Philistine,
From the unforeskin'd race, of whom thou bear'st The highest name for valiant acts; that honour, Certain to have won by mortal duck from thee, I lose, prevented by thy eyes put out.
Nor in the house with chamber-ambushes Close-banded durst attack me, no, not sleeping, Till they had hir'd a woman with their gold Breaking her marriage-faith to circumvent me. Therefore, without feign'd shifts, let be assign'd Some narrow place enclos'd, where sight may give thee,
Or rather flight, no great advantage on me; Then put on all thy gorgeous arms, thy helmet And brigandine of brass, thy broad habergeon, Vant-brace and greves, and gauntlet, add thy
A weaver's beam, and seven-times-folded shield; I only with an oaken staff will meet thee, And raise such outcries on thy clatter'd iron, Which long shall not withhold me from thy head,
That in a little time, while breath remains thee, Thou oft shalt wish thyself at Gath to boast Again in safety what thou would'st have done To Samson, but shalt never see Gath more.
Har. Thou durst not thus disparage glorious
Which greatest heroes have in battle worn, Their ornament and safety, had not spe!ls And black enchantments, some magician's art, Arm'd thee or charm'd thee strong, which thou
Feign'dst at thy birth, was given thee in thy hair, Where strength can least abide, though all thy hairs
Were bristles rang'd like those that ridge the back Of chaf'd wild boars, or ruffled porcupines.
Sams. I know no spells, use no forbidden arts; My trust is in the living God, who gave me At my nativity this strength, diffus'd
No less through all my sinews, joints, and bones, Than thine, while I preserv'd these locks unshorn, The pledge of my unviolated vow. For proof hereof, if Dagon be thy god, Go to his temple, invocate his aid With solemnest devotion, spread before him How highly it concerns his glory now To frustrate and dissolve these magic spells, Which I to be the power of Israel's God Avow, and challenge Dagon to the test, Offering to combat thee his champion bold, With the utmost of his Godhead seconded: Then thou shalt see, or rather, to thy sorrow, Soon feel, whose God is strongest, thine or mine. Har. Presume not on thy God, whate'er he be; Thee he regards not, owns not, hath cut off Quite from his people, and deliver'd up Into thy enemies' hand, permitted them To put out both thine eyes, and fetter'd send thee Into the common prison, there to grind Among the slaves and asses thy comrades, As good for nothing else; no better service With those thy boisterous locks, no worthy match
Sams. Boast not of what thou would'st have For valour to assail, nor by the sword
What then thou would'st; thou seest it in thy hand.
Har. To combat with a blind man I disdain, And thou hast need much washing to be touch'd. Sam. Such usage as your honourable lords Afford me assassinated and betray'd, Who durst not with their whole united powers In fight withstand me single and unarm'd,
Of noble warrior, so to stain his honour, But by the barber's razor best subdued.
Sams. All these indignities, for such they are From thine, these evils I deserve, and more, Acknowledge them from God inflicted on me Justly, yet despair not of his final pardon, Whose ear is ever open, and his eye Gracious to re-admit the suppliant: In confidence whereof I once again
Defy thee to the trial of mortal fight,
By combat to decide whose God is God, Thine, or whom I with Israel's sons adore.
Har. This insolence other kind of answer fits. Sams. Go, baffled coward! lest I run upon thee,
Har. Fair honour that thou dost thy God, in Though in these chains, bulk without spirit vast,
As a league-breaker, and deliver'd bound Into our hands: for hadst thou not committed Notorious murder on those thirty men At Ascalon, who never did thee harm, Then like a robber stripp'dst them of their robes? The Philistines, when thou hadst broke the league,
Went up with armed powers thee only seeking, To others did no violence nor spoil.
Sams. Among the daughters of the Philistines I chose a wife, which argued me no foe; And in your city held my nuptial feast: But your ill-meaning politician lords, Under pretence of bridal friends and guests, Appointed to await me thirty spies, Who, threatening cruel death, constrain'd the To wring from me, and tell to them, my secret, That solv'd the riddle which I had propos'd. When I perceiv'd all set on enmity, As on my enemies, wherever chanc'd, I us'd hostility, and took their spoil, To pay my underminers in their coin. My nation was subjected to your lords;
It was the force of conquest; force with force Is well ejected when the conquer'd can. But I a private person, whom my country As a league-breaker gave up bound, presum'd Single rebellion, and did hostile acts. I was no private, but a person rais'd [Heaven, With strength sufficient, and command from To free my country; if their servile minds Me, their deliverer sent, would not receive, But to their masters gave me up for nought, The unworthier they; whence to this day they
I was to do my part from Heaven assign'd, And had perform'd it, if my known offence Had not disabled me, not all your force: These shifts refuted, answer thy appellant, Though by his blindness maim'd for high at- tempts,
Who now defies thee thrice to single fight, As a petty enterprise of small enforce.
Har. With thee! a man condemn'd, a slave enroll'd,
Due by the law to capital punishment! To fight with thee no man of arms will deign. Sams. Cam'st thou for this, vain boaster, to
And with one buffet lay thy structure low, Or swing thee in the air, then dash thee down To the hazard of thy brains and shatter'd sides. Har. By Astaroth, ere long thou shalt lament These braveries, in irons loaden on thee. [Exit.] Chor. His giantship is gone somewhat crest- fallen,
Stalking with less unconscionable strides, And lower looks, but in a sultry chafe.
Sams. I dread him nor, not all his giant-brood, Though fame divulge him father of five sons, All of gigantic size, Goliah chief.
Chor. He will directly to the lords, I fear, And with malicious counsel stir them up Some way or other yet further to afflict thee. Sams. He must allege some cause, and offer'd,
Will not dare mention, lest a question rise Whether he durst accept the offer or not; And, that he durst not, plain enough appear'd. Much more affliction than already felt They cannot well impose, nor I sustain ; If they intend advantage of my labours, The work of many hands, which earns my keeping
With no small profit daily to my owners. But come what will, my deadliest foe will prove My speediest friend, by death to rid me hence; The worst that he can give to me the best. Yet so it may fall out, because their end Is hate, not help to me, it may with mine Draw their own ruin who attempt the deed.
Chor. Oh how comely it is, and how reviving To the spirits of just men long oppress'd! When God into the hands of their deliverer Puts invincible might
To quell the mighty of the Earth, the oppressor, The brute and boisterous force of violent men, Hardy and industrious to support Tyrannic power, but raging to pursue The righteous and all such as honour truth 3 He all their ammunition
And feats of war defeats,
With plain heroic magnitude of mind And celestial vigour arm'd;
Their armouries and magazines contemns, Renders them useless; while With winged expedition,
Swift as the lightning glance, he executes His errand on the wicked, who, surpris'd, Lose their defence, distracted and amaz'd.
But patience is more oft the exercise Of saints, the trial of their fortitude, Making them each his own deliverer, And victor over all
That tyranny or fortune can inflict. Either of these is in thy lot, Samson, with might endued Above the sons of men; but sight bereav'd May chance to number thee with those Whom patience finally must crown.
This idol's day hath been to thee no day of rest, Labouring thy mind
More than the working day thy hands. And yet perhaps more trouble is behind, For I descry this way
Some other tending; in his hand sceptre or quaint staff he bears, Comes on amain, speed in his look. By his habit I discern him now A public officer, and now at hand; His message will be short and voluble. [Enter] Officer.
Off. Hebrews, the prisoner Samson here I seek.
Chor. His manacles remark him, there he sits.
Off. Samson, to thee our lords thus bid me This day to Dagon is a solemn feast, With sacrifices, triumph, pomp, and games: Thy strength they know surpassing human rate, And now some public proof thereof require To honour this great feast, and great assembly: Rise therefore with all speed, and come along, Where I will see thee hearten'd, and fresh clad, To appear as fits before the illustrious lords.
Sams. Thou know'st I am an Hebrew, therefore tell them,
Our law forbids at their religiov rites My presence; for that cause cannot come. Off. This answer, be assur'd, will not content them.
Sams. Have they not sword-players, and every
Of gymnic artists, wrestlers, riders, runners, Juglers, and dancers, antics, mummers, mimics,
But they must pick me out, with shackles tir'd, And over-labour'd at their public ́ mill, To make them sport with blind activity? Do they not seek occasion of new quarrels On my refusal to distress me more, Or make a game of my calamities? Return the way thou cam'st, I will not come.
Off. Regard thyself; this will offend them highly.
Sams. Myself? my conscience, and internal
Can they think me so broken, so debas'd With corporal servitude, that my mind ever Will condescend to such absurd commands? Although their drudge, to be their fool or jester, And in my midst of sorrow and heart-grief To show them feats, and play before their god, The worst of all indignities, yet on me Join'd with extreme contempt? I will not come. Off. My message was impos'd on me with speed,
Brooks no delay is this thy resolution? Sams. So take it with what speed thy message needs.
Off. I am sorry what this stoutness will produce. [Exit.]
Sams. Perhaps thou shalt have cause to sorrow indeed.
Chor. Consider, Samson; matters now strain'd
Up to the height, whether to hold or break: He's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame? Expect another message more imperious, More lordly thundering than thou well wilt bear. Sams. Shall I abuse this consecrated gift Of strength, again returning with my hair VOL. VII.
After my great transgression, so requite Favour renew'd, and add a greater sin By prostituting holy things to idols ? A Nazarite in place abominable Vaunting my strength in honour to their Dagon! Besides, how vile, contemptible, ridiculous, What act more execrably unclean, prophane ?
Chor. Yet with this strength thou serv'st the Philistines,
Idolatrous, uncircumcis'd, unclean.
Sams. Not in their idol-worship, but by labour Honest and lawful to deserve my food Of those who have me in their civil power.
Chor. Where the heart joins not, outward acts defile not.
Sams. Where outward force constrains, the sentence holds.
But who constrains me to the temple of Dagon, Not dragging? the Philistian lords command. Commands are no constraints. If I obey them, I do it freely, venturing to displease God for the fear of man, and man prefer, Set God behind: which in his jealousy Shall never, unrepented, find forgiveness. Yet that he may dispense with me, or thee, Present in temples at idolatrous rites For some important cause, thou need'st not doubt. Chor. How thou wilt here come off surmounts
Sams. Be of good courage; I begin to feel Some rousing motions in me, which dispose To something extraordinary my thoughts. I with this messenger will go along, Nothing to do, be sure, that may dishonour Our law, or stain my vow of Nazarite. If there be aught of presage in the mind, This day will be remarkable in my life By some great act, or of my days the last. Chor. In time thou hast resolv'd, the man re
Off. Samson, this second message from our lords To thee I am bid say.
Art thou our slave, Our captive at the public mill, our drudge, And dar'st thou at our sending and command Dispute thy coming? come without delay; Or we shall find such engines to assail And hamper thee, as thou shalt come of force, Though thou wert firmlier fasten'd than a rock
Sams. I could be well content to try their art, Which to no few of them would prove pernicious. Yet, knowing their advantages too many, Because they shall not trail me through their
Like a wild beast, I am content to go. Masters' commands come with a power resistless To such as owe them absolute subjection, And for a life who will not change his purpose? (So mutable are all the ways of men ;) Yet this be sure, in nothing to comply Scandalous or forbidden in our law.
Off. I praise thy resolution: doff these links: By this compliance thou wilt win the lords To favour, and perhaps to set thee free.
Sams. Brethren, farewell; your company
So dreaded once, may now exasperate them, I know not: lords are lordliest in their wine; And the well-feasted priest then soonest fir'd With zeal, if aught religion seem concern'd; No less the people, on their holy-days, Impetuous, insolent, unquenchable: Happen what may, of me expect to hear Nothing dishonourable, impure, unworthy Our God, our law, my nation, or myself, The last of me or no I cannot warrant. Chor. Go, and the Holy One
To what may serve his glory best, and spread his Great among the Heathen round;
Send thee the angel of thy birth, to stand Fast by thy side, who from thy father's field Rode up in flames after his message told Of thy conception, and be now a shield Of fire; that spirit, that first rush'd on thee In the camp of Dan,
Be efficacious in thee now at need. For never was from Heaven imparted Measure of strength so great to mortal seed, As in thy wondrous actions hath been seen.— But wherefore comes old Manoah in such haste With youthful steps? much livelier than ere while
He seems; supposing here to find his son, Or of him bringing to us some glad news?
Man. Peace with you, brethren; my induce- ment hither
Was not at present here to find my son, By order of the lords now parted hence To come and play before them at their feast. I heard all as I came, the city rings, And numbers thither flock: I had no will, Lest I should see him forc'd to things unseemly. But that, which mov'd my coming now, was chiefly
To give ye part with me what hope I have With good success to work his liberty.
Chor. That hope would much rejoice us to partake
With thee; say, reverend sire, we thirst to hear. Man. I have attempted one by one the lords Either at home, or through the high street pass- ing,
With supplication prone and father's tears, To accept of ransom for my son their prisoner. Some much averse I found and wonderous harsh, Contemptuous, proud, set on revenge and spite; That part most reverenc'd Dagon and his priests: Others more moderate seeming, but their aim Private reward, for which both God and state They easily would set to sale: a third More generous far and civil, who confess'd They had enough reveng'd; having reduc'd Their foe to misery beneath their fears, The rest was magnanimity to remit, If some convenient ransom were propos'd. What noise or shout was that? it tore the sky.
Chor. Doubtless the people shouting to behold Their once great dread, captive, and blind before
Or at some proof of strength before them shown. Man. His ransom, if my whole inheritance May compass it, shall willingly be paid
And number'd down: much rather I shall choose To live the poorest in my tribe, than richest, And he in that calamitous prison left. No, I am fix'd not to part hence without him. For his redemption all my patrimony,
If need be, I am ready to forego
And quit: not wanting him, I shall want no- thing.
Chor. Fathers are wont to lay up for their sons, Thou for thy son art bent to lay out all; Sons wont to nurse their parents in old age, Thou in old age car'st how to nurse thy son, Made older than thy age through eye-sight lost.
Man. It shall be my delight to tend his eyes, And view him sitting in the house, ennobled With all those high exploits by him achiev'd, And on his shoulders waving down those locks That of a nation arm'd the strength contain'd And I persuade me, God had not permitted His strength again to grow up with his hair, Garrison'd round about him like a camp Of faithful soldiery, were not his purpose To use him further yet in some great service; Not to sit idle with so great a gift Useless, and thence ridiculous about him. [lost, And since his strength with eye-sight was not God will restore him eye-sight to his strength.
Chor. Thy hopes are not ill founded, nor seem Of his delivery, and the joy thereon Conceiv'd, agreeable to a father's love, In both which we, as next, participate. Man. I know your friendly minds and-0 what noise!
We unawares run into danger's mouth. This evil on the Philistines is fall'n: From whom could else a general cry be heard; The sufferers then will scarce molest us here; From other hands we need not much to fear. What if, his eye-sight (for to Israel's God Nothing is hard) by miracle restor❜d, He now be dealing dole among his foes, And over heaps of slaughter'd walk his way? Man. That were a joy presumptuous to be thought.
Chor. Yet God hath wrought things as incre
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