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Sams. All these indignities, for such they are
By combat to decide whose God is God,
Har. Fair honor that thou dost thy God, in trusting
He will accept thee to defend his cause, 1179
A Murderer, a Revolter, and a Robber, (me these?
Sams. Tongue-doughty Giant, how dost thou prove
Har. Is not thy nation subject to our lords? Their magistrates confess'd it, when they took thee As a league-breaker and deliver'd bound Into our hands: for hadst thou not committed 1185 Notorious murder on those thirty men At Ascalon, who never did thee harm, Then like a robber stripp'dst them os their robes? The Philistines, when thou hadst broke the league, Went up with armed pow'rs thee only seeking, 1190 To others did no violence nor spoil.
Sams. Among the daughters of the Philistines I chose a wife, which argued me no foe; And in your city held my nuptial feast: But your ill-meaning politician lords, ng5
Under Under pretence of bridal friends and guests,
Appointed to await me thirty spies,
Who threatning cruel death constrain'd the bride
To wring from me and tell to them my secret,
That solv'd the riddle which I had propos'd. 1200
When I perceiv'd all set on enmity,
As on my enemies, wherever chanc'd,
I us'd hostility, and took their spoil
To pay my uhderminers in their coin.
My nation was subjected to your lords.- 1205
It was the force of conquest; force with force
Is well ejected when the conquec'd can.
Bat I a private person, whom my country
As a league-breaker gave up bound, presum'd
Single rebellion and did hostile acts. 1210
I was no private but a person rais'd
With strength sufficient and command from Heav'n
To free my country; if their servile minds
Me their deliverer sent would not receive,
But to their masters gave me up for nought, 1215
Th' unworthier they; whence to this day they serve.
I was to do my part from Heav'n assign'd,
And had perform'd it, if mine known offense
Had not disabled me, not all your force:
These shifts refuted, answer thy appellant 1220
Though by his blindness maim'd for high attempts,
Who now defies thee thrice to single fight,
As a petty enterprise of small enforce.
Har. With thee a man condemn'd, a flave enroll'd, Due by the law to capital punishment? 1225
To fight with thee no man of arms will deign. Sams. Cam'st thou for this, vainboaster, tofurvey me, To descant on my strength, and give thy verdict? Come nearer, part not hence so flight inform'd; But take good heed my hand survey not thee.
Har. O Baal-zebub! can my ears unus'd 123 1 Hear these dishonors, and not render death?
Sams. No man withholds thee, nothing from thy Fear I incurable; bring up thy van, (hand
My heels are fetter'd but my fist is free. 1235
Har. This insolence other kind of answer fits.
Sams. Go baffled coward, lest I run upon thee, Though in these chains, bulk without spirit vast, And with one busfet lay thy structure low, Or swing thee in the air, trjen dash thee down 1240 To th' hazard of thy brains and shatter'd sides.
Har. By Astaroth ere long thou shalt lament These braveries in irons loaden on thee.
Chor. His giantship is gone somewhat crest-fall'n, Stalking with less unconscionable strides, 1245 And lower looks, but in a sultry chafe.
Sams I dread him not, nor all his giant-brood, Though fame divulge him father of sive sons, All of gigantic size, Goliah chief.
Chor. He will directly to the lords, I fear, 1250 And with malicious counsel stir them up
Some Some way or other yet further to afflict thee.
Sams. He must allege some cause, and offer'd fight
Is hate, not help to me, it may with mine
Chor. Oh how comely it is, and how reviving
To quell the mighty of the earth, th' oppressor,
The righteous and all such as honor truth;
And And celestial vigor arm'd, 1280
Their armories and magazines contemns,
Renders them useless, while
With winged expedition
Swift as the lightning glance he executes
His errand on the wicked, who furpris'd 1285
Lose their defense distracted and amaz'd.
Ossaints, the trial of their fortitude,
Making them each his own deliverer,
And victor over all 1290
That tyranny or fortune can inflict.
Either of these is in thy lot,
Samson, with might indued
Above the sons of men; but sight bereav'd
May chance to number thee with those 1295
Whom patience sinally must crown.
This idol's day hath been to thee no day of rest,
Laboring thy mind
More than the working day thy hands.
And yet perhaps more trouble is behind, 1300
For I descry this way
Some other tending, in his hand
A scepter or quaint staff he bears,
Comes on amain, speed in his look.
By his habit I discern him now 1305
A public Officer, and now at hand.
His message will be short and voluble.