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As if they would confine th' interminable,
He would not else who never wanted means,
Down Reason then, at least vain reasonings down,
But see here comes thy reverend Sire
Sam. Ay me, another inward grief awak't, 330 With mention of that name renews th' assault.
Man. Brethren nad men of Dan, for such ye seem, Though in this uncouth place; if old respect, As I suppose, towards your once gloried friend, My Son now Captive, hither hath inform’d Your younger feet, while mine cast back with age Came lagging after ; say if he be here.
Chor. As signal now in low dejected state,
As earst in highest, behold him where he lies.
Man. O miserable change! is this the man, That invincible Samson, far renown'd, The dread of Israel's foes, who with a strength Equivalent to Angels walk'd thir streets, None offering fight; who fingle combatant Duelld thir Armies rank’t in proud array, Himself an Army, now unequal match To save himself against a coward arm'd At one spears length. O ever failing In mortal strength! and oh what not in man Deceivable and vain! Nay what thing good 350 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 haild 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 giv’n with solemn hand As Graces, draw a Scorpions tail behind ? 360 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 Ensnar'd, 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’rewhelm, and as a thrall
Subject him to so foul indignities,
Sam. Appoint not heavenly disposition, Father,
self have brought them on, Sole Author I, sole cause ; if aught seem vile, As vile hath been my folly, who have profan'd The mystery of God giv'n 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 surpris’d, 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 profest, carrying it strait 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 sent conceiv'd Her spurious first-born; Treason against me? Thrice she assay'd with flattering prayers and fighs, And amorous reproaches to win from me My capital secret, in what part my strength Lay stor’d, in what part summ’d, thatshemightknow: Thrice I deluded her, and turn’d to sport Her importunity, each time perceiving How openly, and with what impudence She purpos’d to betray me, and (which was worse Then undifsembld hate) with what contempt 400 She sought to make me Traytor to my self; Yet the fourth time, when mustring all her wiles,
With blanditht parlies, feminine assaults
rags, this grinding, is not yet so base As was my former servitude, ignoble, Unmanly, ignominious, infamous, True llavery, and that blindness worse then this, That saw not how degeneratly I serv’d.
Man. I cannot praise thy Marriage choises, Son, Rather approv'd them not; but thou didît plead Divine impulsion prompting how thou might'st Find fome occasion to infest our Foes. I state not that; this I am sure; our Foes Found soon occasion thereby to make thee Thir Captive, and thir triumph; thou the sooner Temptation found'st, or over-potent charms To violate the sacred trust of filence 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
Sam. Father, I do acknowledge and confess
chief affliction, shame and sorrow, The anguish of my Soul, that suffers not Mine eie to harbour sleep, or thoughts to rest. This only hope relieves me, that the strife With me hath end; all the contest is now 'Twixt God and Dagon ; Dagon hath presum’d, 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 provok’d,