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Disglorify'd, blasphem'd, and had in scorn
By the idolatrous rout amidst their wine;
Which to have come to pass by means of thee,
Samson, of all thy sufferings think the heaviest, 445
Os all reproach the most with shame that ever
Could have befall'n thee and thy father's house.
Sams. Father, I do acknowledge and confess
That I this honor, I this pomp have brought
To Dagon, and advanc'd his praises high 450
Among the Heathen round; to God have brought
Dishonor, obloquy, and op'd the mouths
Of idolists, and atheists: have brought scandal
To Israel, diffidence of God, and doubt
In feeble hearts, propense enough before 455

To waver, or fall off and join with idols;
Which is my chief affliction, shame and sorrow,
The anguish of my soul, that suffers not
Mine eye to harbour fleep, or thoughts to rest.
This only hope relieves me, that the strife 460
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, 465
Will not connive, or linger, thus provok'd,
But will arise and his great name assert:
Dagon must stoop, and shall ere long receive
Such a discomfit, as shall quite despoil him

Of all these boasted trophies won on me, 470 And with confusion blank his worshippers.

Man. With cause this hope relieves thee, and these I as a prophecy receive, for God, (words

Nothing more certain, will not long defer
To vindicate the glory of his name 475

Against all competition, nor will long
Indure it doubtful whether God be Lord,
Or Dagon. But for thee what shall be done?
Thou must not in the mean while here forgot
Lie in this miserable loathsome plight 480

Neglected. I already have made way
To some Philistian lords, with whom to treat
About thy ranfome: well they may by this
Have satisfy'd their utmost of revenge
By pains and flaveries,worfe than death inflicted 485
On thee, who now no more canst do them harm.

Sams. Spare that proposal, Father, spare the trouOf that solicitation; let me here, (ble

As I deserve, pay on my punishment;
And expiate, if possible, my crimes 490

Shameful garrulity. To have reveald
Secrets of men, the secrets of a friend,
How hainous had the fact been, how deserving
Contempt, and scorn of all, to be excluded
All friendship, and avoided as a blab, 495

The mark of fool set on his front?
But I God's counsel have not kept, his holy secret

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Presumptuoufly have published, impioufly,
Weakly at least, and shamefully: a sin
That Gentiles in their parables condemn 500
To their abyss and horrid pains confin'd.

Man. Be penitent and for thy fault contrite,
But act not in thy own affliction, Son;
Repent the sin, but if the punishment
Thou canst avoid, self-preservation bids; 505

Or th'execution leave to high disposal,
And let another hand, not thine, exact
Thy penal forfeit from thyself; perhaps
God will relent, and quit thee all his debt;
Who ever more approves and more accepts 510
(Best pleas'd with humble' and filial submission)
Him who imploring mercy sues for life,
Than who self-rigorous chooses death as due;
Which argues over-just, and self-displeas'd
For self-offense, more than for God offended. 515
Reject not then what offer'd means ^ who knows
But God hath set before us, to return thee
Home to thy country and his sacred house,
Where thou may'st bring thy offerings, to avert
His further ire, with pray'rs and vows renew'd? 520

Sams. His pardon I implore; but as for life,
To what end should I seek it? when in strength
All mortals I excell'd, and great in hopes
With youthful courage and magnanimous thoughts
Of birth from Heav'n foretold and high exploits, 5 25

Full Full of divine instinct, after some proof

Of acts indeed heroic, far beyond

The sons of Anak, famous now and blaz'd,

Fearless of danger, like a petty God

I walk'd about admir'd of all and dreaded 530

On hostile ground, none daring my affront.

Then swoll'n with pride into the snare I fell

Of fair fallacious looks, venereal trains,

Soften'd with pleasure and voluptuous life; 534

At length to lay my head and hallow'd pledge

Of all my strength in the lascivious lap

Of a deceitful concubine, who shore me

Like a tame weather, all my precious fleece,

Then turn'd me out ridiculous, despoil'd,

Shav'n, and disarmd among mine enemies. 540

Chor. Desire of wine and all delicious drinks, Which many a famous warrior overturns, Thou couldst repress, nor did the dancing ruby Sparkling, out-pour'd, the flavor, or the smell, Or taste that chears the heart of Gods and men, Allure thee from the cool crystallin stream. 546

Sams. Wherever fountain or fresh current flow'd Against the eastern ray, tranflucent, pure With touch ethereal of Heav'n's fiery rod, I drank, from the clear milky juice allaying 550 Thirst, and refresh'd; nor envy'd them the grape Whose heads that turbulent liquor fills with fumes.

Chor. O Madness, to think use of strongest wines

And And strongest drinks our chief support of health, When God with these sorbidd'n made choice to rear His mighty champion, strong above compare, 556 Whose drink was only from the liquid brook.

Sams. But what avail'd this temp'rance, not comAgainst another object more enticing? (plete

What boots it at one gate to make defense, 560
And at another to let in the foe*
Effeminately vanquish'd? by which means,
Nowblind, dishearten'd, fham'd, dishonor'd, quell'd,
To what can I be useful, wherein serve
My nation, and the workfrom Heav'n impos'd,56^
But to fit idle on the houshold hearth,
A burd'nous drone; to visitants a gaze,
Or pity'd object, these redundant locks
Robustious to no purpose clustring down,
Vain monument of strength; till length of years 570
And sedentary numness craze my limbs
To a contemptible old age obscure?
Here rather let me drudge and earn my bread,
Till vermin or the draff of servile food
Consume me, and oft-invocated death 575

Hasten the welcome end of all my pains. (gift

Man. Wilt thou then fervethe Philistines with that Which was exprefly giv'n thee to annoy them? Better at home lie bed-rid, not only idle, Inglorious, unemploy'd, with age out-worn. 580 But God who caus'd a fountain at thy prayer

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