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Amidst their highth of noon
685 From thee on them, or them to thee of service.
Nor only doft degrade them, or remit To life obfcur’d, which were a fair dismission, But throw'lt them lower than thou didst exalt them high, Unseemly falls in human eye,
690 Too grievous for the trespass or omission; Oft leav'st them to the hostile sword Of Heathen and profane, their carcases To dogs and fowls a prey, or else captív'd; Or to th' unjust tribunals, under change of times, 695 And condemnation of th’ ingrateful multitude. If these they scape, perhaps in poverty With fickness and disease thou bow'lt them down, Painful diseases and deform’d, In crude old-age;
700 Though not disordinate, yet causeless suffering The punishment of diffolute days: in fine, Juft or unjust alike seem miserable, For oft alike both come to evil end.
So deal not with this once thy glorious champion, The image of thy strength, and mighty minifter, What do I beg ? how hast thou dealt already? Behold him in this state calamitous, and turn His labors, for thou canst to peaceful end.
But who is this, what thing of sea or land? 710 Female of sex it seems, That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay,
Comes this way failing
720 Her harbinger, a damsel train behind ; Some rich Philiftian matron she may seem, And now at nearer view, no other certain Than Dalila thy wife.
near me. SAMs. My Wife, my Traitress, let her not come Cho. Yet on the moves, now stands, and eyes
thee fix'd, About thave spoke, but now, with head declin'd Like a fair flower surcharg'd with dew, she weeps, And words address'd seem into tears dissolv'd, Wetting the borders of her filken veil :
730 But now again the makes address to speak.
DAL. With doubtful feet and wavering resolution I came, ftill dreading thy displeasure, Samson, Which to have merited, without excuse, I cannot but acknowledge; yet if tears
735 May expiate (though the fact more evil drew In the perverse event than I forefaw) My penance hath not flacken'd, though my pardon No way afiur'd. But conjugal affection, Prevailing over fear and timorous doubt,
740 Hath led me on desirous to behold
Once more thy face, and know of thy estate,
745 Though late, yet in some part to recompense My rash but more unfortunate misdeed.
Sams. Out, out, Hyæna; these are thy wonted arts,
Dal. Yet hear me, Samson; not that I endevor
770 I may, if poflible, thy pardon find
The easier towards me, or thy hatred less.
Against thee but safe custody, and hold:
SAMs. How cunningly the forceress displays Her own transgreffions, to upbraid me mine! 820 That malice not repentance brought thee hither, By this appears: I gave, thou say'st, th' example, I led the way; bitter reproach, but true; I to myself was false ere thou to me; Such pardon therefore as I give my folly, Take to thy wicked deed; which when thou seest Impartial, self-severe, inexorable, Thou wilt renounce thy seeking, and much rather Confess it feign'd : weakness is thy excuse, And I believe it, weakness to refift Philiftian gold: if weakness may excuse,