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Cherish thy hasten’d widowhood with the gold
DAL. I see thou art implacable, more deaf 96
Nor less renown'd than in Mount Ephraim
CHOR. She's gone, a manifest serpent by her sting Discover'd in the end, till now conceal'd.
SAM. So let her go, God sent her to debase me, And aggravate my folly, who committed 1000 To such a viper his most sacred trust Of secrecy, my safety, and my life.
CHOR. Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange After offence returning, to regain
(power Love once possess'd, nor can be easily Repuls'd, without much inward passion felt And secret sting of amorous remorse.
Sam. Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end Not wedlock-treachery indang’ring life.
Chor. It is not virtue, wisdom, valor, wit, 1010 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 sev'n, though one should musing sit.
If any of these or all, the Timnian bride Had not so soon preferr'd Thy paranymph, worthless to thee compar'd, 1020 Successor to thy bed, Nor both so loosely dissally'd Their nuptials, nor this last so treacherously 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 ? 1030 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 men and best Seeming at first all heav'nly under virgin veil, Soft, modest, meek, demure, Once join'd, the contrary she proves, a thorn Intestine, far within defensive arms A cleaving mischief, in his way to virtue Adverse and turbulent, or by her charms 1040 Draws him awry enslav'd With dotage, and his sense deprav'd To folly' and shameful deeds with ruin ends. What pilot so expert but needs must wreck Imbark'd with such a steers-mate at the helm ?
Favor'd of Heav'n who finds One virtuous rarely found,
That in domestic good combines :
Therefore God's universal law
Sam. Fair days have oft contracted wind and rain.
Chor. Look now for no inchanting voice, nor fear
Sam. Or peace or not, aliketo me he comes. [rives.
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,
Sam. 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 carcase where the ass lay thrown: So had the glory of prowess been recover'd To Palestine, won by a Philistine, From the unforeskinn'd race, of whom thou bearst The highest name for valiant acts ; that honor 1101 Certain to have won by mortal duel from thee, I lose, prevented by thy eyes put out. [but do
Sam. Boast not of what thou would'st have donc 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.