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Then give the reins to wand'ring thought,
Regardless of his glory's diminution;
Till by their own perplexities involvd
They ravel more, still less resolv'd, 305
But never find self-satisfying solution.
As is they would consine th' Interminable,
Whom so it pleases him by choice
He would not else who never wanted means, 315
Down reason then, at least vain reasonings down,
But fee here comes thy reverend Sire
Sams. Ay me, another inward grief awak'd 330 With mention of that name renews th' afsault.
Man. Brethren and men of Dan, for such ye seem, Though in this uncouth place; if old respect, As I suppose, towards your once glory'd friend, My Son now captive, hither hath inform'd 335 Your younger feet, while mine cast back with age Came lagging after; fay if he be here.
Chor. As signal now in low dejected state, As earst in high'est, behold him where he lies.
Man. O miserable change! is this the man, 340 That invincible Samson, far renown'd, The dread of Israel's foes, who with a strength Equivalent to Angels walk'd their streets, None offering fight; who single combatant Duel'd their armies rank'd in proud array, 345 Himself an army, now unequal match To save himself against a coward arm'd At one spear's length. O ever failing trust 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 hail'd me happy; Who would be now a father in my stead? 355 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 pray'rs, then giv'n with solemn hand
As graces, draw a scorpion's tail behind? ' 360
For this did th' 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
Insnar'd, afsaulted, overcome, led bound, 365
Thy foes derision, captive, poor and blind,
Into a dungeon thrust, to work with staves?
Alas methinks whom God hath chosen once
To worthiest deeds, if he through frailty err,
He should not so o'erwhelm, and as a thrall 370
Subject him to so foul indignities,
Be it but for honor's fake of former deeds.
Sams. Appoint not heav'nly disposition, Father;
This well I%knew, nor was at all furpriz'd,
To 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 osfer'd only, by the sent conceiv'd 390
Her spurious first-born, treason against me?
Thrice she assay'd with flattering pray'rs and sighs,
And amorous reproaches, to win from me
My capital secret, in what part my strength 394
Lay stor'd, in what part summ'd, that she might
Thrice I deluded her, and turn'd to sport (know;
Her importunity, each time perceiving
How openly, and with what impudence
She purpos'd to betray me, and (which was worse
Than undissembled hate) with what contempt 400
She sought to make me traitor to myself;
Yet the fourth time, when must'ring all her wiles,
With blandish'd parlies, feminine assaults,
Tongue-batteries, she surceas'd not day nor night
To storm me over-watch'd, and weary'd out, 405
At times when men seek most repose and rest,
I yielded, and unlock'd her all my heart,
Who with a grain of manhood well resolv'd
Might easily have shook off all her snares:
But foul effeminacy held me yok'd 410
Her bond-flave; O indignity, O blot
To honor and religion! servile mind
Rewarded well with servile punishment!
The base degree to which I now am fall'n,
Man. I cannot praise thy marriage choices, Son,
Great pomp, and sacrifice, and praises loud
Besides whom is no God, compar'd with idols,