Sams. O that torment should not be confined To the body's wounds and sores In heart, head, breast, and reins; There exercise all his fierce accidents, As on entrails, joints, and limbs, With answerable pains, but more intense My griefs not only pain me As a lingering disease, But, finding no redress, ferment and rage; Rankle, and fester, and gangrene, To black mortification. Thoughts, my tormentors, arm'd with deadly stings, Dire inflammation, which no cooling herb Nor breath of vernal air from snowy Alp. And sense of Heaven's desertion. I was his nursling once, and choice delight, His destined from the womb, Promised by heavenly message twice descending. Under his special eye Abstemious I grew up, and thrived amain; He led me on to mightiest deeds, Above the nerve of mortal arm, Against the uncircumcised, our enemies : Whom I by his appointment had provoked, The close of all my miseries, and the balm. With studied argument, and much persuasion sought Lenient of grief and anxious thought: But with the afflicted in his pangs their sound Little prevails, or rather seems a tune Harsh, and of dissonant mood from his complaint; Unless he feel within Some source of consolation from above, Secret refreshings, that repair his strength, And fainting spirits uphold. God of our fathers, what is man! That thou towards him with hand so various, Or might I say contrarious, Temper'st thy providence through his short course, Not evenly, as thou rulest The angelic orders, and inferior creatures mute, Irrational and brute. H Nor do I name of men the common rout, Grow up and perish as the summer-fly, And people's safety, which in part they effect: Changest thy countenance, and thy hand, with no regard Of highest favours past From thee on them, or them to thee of service. To life obscured, which were a fair dismission, Unseemly falls in human eye, Too grievous for the trespass or omission: Of heathen and profane, their carcasses To dogs and fowls a prey, or else captíved; Or to the unjust tribunals, under change of times, With sickness and disease thou bow'st them down, In crude old age; Though not disordinate, yet causeless, suffering The punishment of dissolute days: in fine, Just, or unjust, alike seem miserable, For oft alike both come to evil end. So deal not with this once thy glorious cha mpion, The image of thy strength, and mighty minister. That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay, Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for the isles Of Javan or Gadire With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Courted by all the winds that hold them play; Some rich Philistian matron she may seem; Than Dalila thy wife. Sams. My wife! my traitress: let her not come near me. Chor. Yet on she moves, now stands and eyes thee fix'd, About to have spoke; but now, with head declined, Like a fair flower surcharged with dew, she weeps, And words address'd seem into tears dissolved, Wetting the borders of her silken veil : But now again she makes address to speak. Enter DALILA. Dal. With doubtful feet and wavering resolution came, still dreading thy displeasure, Samson, Which to have merited, without excuse, I cannot but acknowledge; yet, if tears May expiate, (though the fact more evil drew My penance hath not slacken'd, though my pardon Hath led me on, desirous to behold Once more thy face, and know of thy estate, To lighten what thou suffer'st, and appease Sams. Out, out, Hyena! these are thy wonted arts, And arts of every woman false like thee, Her husband, how far urged his patience bears, Dal. Yet hear me, Samson; not that I endeavour To lessen or exteunate my offence, |