Haughty as is his pile high-built and proud.
Comes he in peace? what wind hath blown him hither
I less conjećture than when first I saw 1071
The sumptuous Dalila floting this way:
His habit carries peace, his brow defiance.
Sams. Or peace or not, alike to me he comes. 1704
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,
Men call me Harapha, of stock renown'd
As Og or Anak and the Emims old IOSO
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,