At one spear's length. O ever-failing trust In mortal strength! and oh! what not in man Deceivable and vain? Nay, what thing good Pray'd for, but often proves our woe, our bane? I pray'd for children, and thought barrenness In wedlock, a reproach: I gain'd a son, And such a son as all men hail'd me happy :- Who would be now a father in my stead? O! wherefore did God grant me my request, And as a blessing with such pomp adorn'd? Why are his gifts desirable, to tempt
Our earnest prayers, then, given with solemn hand As graces, draw a scorpion's tail behind? For this did the' angel twice descend? for this Ordain'd thy nurture holy', as of a plant Select, and sacred, glorious for a while, The miracle of men; then in an hour Ensnared, assaulted, overcome, led bound, Thy foes' derision, captive, poor, and blind, Into a dungeon thrust, to work with slaves? Alas! methinks whom God hath chosen once To worthiest deeds, if he through frailty err, He should not so o'erwhelm, and as a thrall Subject him to so foul indignities,
Be' it but for honor's sake of former deeds. SAM. Appoint not heavenly disposition, Father! Nothing of all these evils hath befallen me But justly: I myself have brought them on, Sole author I, sole cause. If aught seem vile, As vile hath been my folly', who have profaned The mystery of God given me under pledge Of vow, and have betray'd it to a woman, A Canaanite, my faithless enemy. This well I knew, nor was at all surprised,
But warn'd by oft experience. Did not she Of Timna first betray me, and reveal The secret wrested from me in her highth Of nuptial love profess'd, carrying it straight To them who had corrupted her, my spies, And rivals? In this other was there found More faith, who also in her prime of love, Spousal embraces, vitiated with gold, Though offer'd only, by the scent conceived Her spurious first-born, treason against me? Thrice she assay'd with flattering prayers and sighs, And amorous reproaches, to win from me My capital secret, in what part my strength Lay stored, in what part summ'd, that she might Thrice I deluded her, and turn'd to sport [know: Her importunity, each time perceiving How openly, and with what impudence
She purposed to betray me, and (which was worse Than undissembled hate) with what contempt She sought to make me traitor to myself; Yet the fourth time, when, mustering all her wiles, With blandish'd parlies, feminine assaults, Tongue-batteries, she surceased not, day nor night, To storm me over-watch'd, and wearied out, At times when men seek most repose and rest, I yielded, and unlock'd her all my heart, Who, with a grain of manhood well resolved, Might easily have shook off all her snares : But foul effeminacy held me yoked Her bond-slave: O indignity! O blot To honor and religion! servile mind Rewarded well with servile punishment! The base degree to which I now am fallen, These rags, this grinding is not yet so base
As was my former servitude, ignoble, Unmanly, ignominious, infamous,
True slavery, and that blindness worse than this, That saw not how degenerately I served.
MAN. I cannot praise thy marriage-choices, Son! Rather approved them not; but thou didst plead Divine impulsion prompting how thou might'st Find some occasion to infest our foes.
I state not that; this I am sure, our foes Found soon occasion thereby to make thee Their captive, and their triumph: thou the sooner Temptation found'st, or over-potent charms, To violate the sacred trust of silence Deposited within thee; which to' have kept Tacit, was in thy power: true; and thou bear'st Enough, and more, the burden of that fault: Bitterly hast thou paid, and still art paying, That rigid score. A worse thing yet remains; This day the Philistines a popular feast Here celebrate in Gaza; and proclaim Great pomp, and sacrifice, and praises loud, To Dagon, as their god who hath deliver'd Thee, Samson! bound and blind into their hands, Them out of thine, who slew'st them
many a slain. So Dagon shall be magnified, and God, Besides whom is no god, compared with idols, Disglorified, blasphemed, and had in scorn By the' idolatrous rout amidst their wine ; Which to have come to pass by means of thee, Samson! of all thy sufferings think the heaviest, Of all reproach the most with shame that ever Could have befallen thee and thy father's house. SAM. Father! I do acknowledge and confess That I this honor, I this pomp, have brought
To Dagon, and advanced his praises high Among the heathen round; to God have brought Dishonor, obloquy, and oped the mouths
Of idolists, and atheists; have brought scandal To Israel, diffidence of God, and doubt In feeble hearts, propense enough before To waver, or fall off and join with idols; Which is my chief affliction, shame and sorrow,.. The anguish of my soul, that suffers not Mine eye to harbour sleep, or thoughts to rest. This only hope relieves me, that the strife With me hath end: all the contést is now "Twixt God and Dagon: Dagon hath presumed, Me overthrown, to enter lists with God, His deity comparing and preferring Before the God of Abraham.
He, be sure, Will not connive, or linger, thus provoked; But will arise, and his great name assert: Dagon must stoop, and shall ere long receive Such a discomfit, as shall quite despoil him Of all these boasted trophies won on me, And with confusion blank his worshippers. MAN. With cause this hope relieves thee, and these words
I as a prophecy receive; for God, Nothing more certain, will not long defer To vindicate the glory of his Name Against all competition, nor will long Endure it doubtful whether God be Lord, Or Dagon. But for thee what shall be done? Thou must not, in the meanwhile here forgot, Lie in this miserable loathsome plight, Neglected. I already have made way
To some Philistian lords, with whom to treat About thy ransom: well they may by this Have satisfied their utmost of revenge
By pains and slaveries, worse than death, inflicted On thee, who now no more canst do them harm. SAM. Spare that proposal, Father! spare the Of that solicitation; let me here,
As I deserve, pay on my punishment; And expiate, if possible, my crime, Shameful garrulity. To have reveal'd Secrets of men, the secrets of a friend,
How heinous had the fact been, how deserving Contempt, and scorn of all, to be excluded All friendship, and avoided as a blab, The mark of fool set on his front? But I God's counsel have not kept, his holy secret Presumptuously have publish'd, impiously, Weakly at least, and shamefully; a sin That gentiles in their parables condemn To their abyss and horrid pains confined. MAN. Be penitent, and for thy fault contrite; But act not in thy own affliction, Son! Repent the sin; but, if the punishment Thou canst avoid, self-preservation bids; Or the' execution leave to high disposal, And let another hand, not thine, exact' Thy penal forfeit from thyself: perhaps God will relent, and 'quit thee all his debt; Who ever more approves, and more accepts (Best pleased with humble and filial submission), Him, who, imploring mercy, sues for life, Than who, self-rigorous, chooses death as due; Which argues over-just, and self-displeased
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