Thirst, and refreshed; nor envied them the grape Sams. But what availed this temperance, not complete What boots it at one gate to make defence, Effeminately vanquished? by which means, Now blind, disheartened, shamed, dishonoured, quelled, My nation, and the work from Heaven imposed? A burdenous drone; to visitants a gaze, Here rather let me drudge, and earn my bread, Consume me, and oft-invocated death Hasten the welcome end of all my pains. Man. Wilt thou then serve the Philistines with that gift Which was expressly given thee to annoy them? Better at home lie bed-rid, not only idle, Inglorious, unemployed, with age outworn. But God, who caused a fountain at thy prayer From the dry ground to spring, thy thirst to allay Cause light again within thy eyes to spring, better than thou hast. And I persuade me so. Why else this strength 560 570 580 Sams. All otherwise to me my thoughts portend 590 That these dark orbs no more shall treat with light, Nor the other light of life continue long, But yield to double darkness nigh at hand; BB And I shall shortly be with them that rest. Man. Believe not these suggestions, which proceed From anguish of the mind, and humours black 600 That mingle with thy fancy. I, however, Must not omit a father's timely care To prosecute the means of thy deliverance By ransom or how else: meanwhile be calm, With maladies innumerable In heart, head, breast, and reins, To the inmost mind, There exercise all his fierce accidents, And on her purest spirits prey, As on entrails, joints, and limbs, With answerable pains, but more intense, Though void of corporal sense! My griefs not only pain me As a lingering disease, But, finding no redress, ferment and rage; Nor less than wounds immedicable Rankle, and fester, and gangrene, 610 620 Mangle my apprehensive tenderest parts, To black mortification. Thoughts, my tormentors, armed with deadly stings, Exasperate, exulcerate, and raise Dire inflammation, which no cooling herb Or medicinal liquor can assuage, Nor breath of vernal air from snowy Alp. Sleep hath forsook and given me o'er To death's benumbing opium as my only cure; 630 Thence faintings, swoonings of despair, And sense of Heaven's desertion. I was his nursling once and choice delight, His destined from the womb, Promised by heavenly message twice descending. Under his special eye Abstemious I grew up and thrived amain; He led me on to mightiest deeds, Above the nerve of mortal arm, Against the Uncircumcised, our enemies: Whom I by his appointment had provoked, 640 Of sight, reserved alive to be repeated Hopeless are all my evils, all remediless. This one prayer yet remains, might I be heard, 650 660 The close of all my miseries and the balm. With studied argument, and much persuasion sought, But with the afflicted in his pangs their sound Little prevails, or rather seems a tune Harsh, and of dissonant mood from his complaint, Unless he feel within Some source of consolation from above, Secret refreshings that repair his strength And fainting spirits uphold. God of our fathers! what is Man, That thou towards him with hand so various Or might I say contrarious?— Temper'st thy providence through his short course: The angelic orders, and inferior creatures mute, Nor do I name of men the common rout, That, wandering loose about, Grow up and perish as the summer fly, Heads without name, no more remembered; To some great work, thy glory, And people's safety, which in part they effect. Yet toward these, thus dignified, thou oft, Amidst their highth of noon, Changest thy countenance and thy hand, with no regard Of highest favours past From thee on them, or them to thee of service. Nor only dost degrade them, or remit To life obscured, which were a fair dismission, But throw'st them lower than thou didst exalt them high- Too grievous for the trespass or omission; 679 680 690 Oft leav'st them to the hostile sword Of heathen and profane, their carcasses Or to the unjust tribunals, under change of times, With sickness and disease thou bow'st them down, In crude old age; Though not disordinate, yet causeless suffering For oft alike both come to evil end. So deal not with this once thy glorious champion, That, so bedecked, ornate, and gay, Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for the isles Of Javan or Gadire, 700 710 With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails filled, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play; An amber scent of odorous perfume 720 Her harbinger, a damsel train behind? Some rich Philistian matron she may seem; And now, at nearer view, no other certain Than Dalila thy wife. Sams. My wife! my traitress! let her not come near me. Chor. Yet on she moves; now stands and eyes thee fixed, About to have spoke; but now, with head declined, Like a fair flower surcharged with dew, she weeps, Wetting the borders of her silken veil. But now again she makes address to speak. Dal. With doubtful feet and wavering resolution I came, still dreading thy displeasure, Samson; I cannot but acknowledge.) Yet, if tears My penance hath not slackened, though my pardon 730 No way assured. But conjugal affection, Once more thy face, and know of thy estate, To lighten what thou suffer'st, and appease Thy mind with what amends is in my power— Sams. (Out, out, hyæna! These are thy wonted arts, Her husband, how far urged his patience bears, Dal. Yet hear me, Samson; not that I endeavour To lessen or extenuate my offence, But that, on the other side, if it be weighed 740 750 760 By itself, with aggravations not surcharged, Or else with just allowance counterpoised, 770 The easier towards me, or thy hatred less. Curiosity, inquisitive, importune Of secrets, then with like infirmity To publish them-both common female faults- For importunity, that is for naught, Wherein consisted all thy strength and safety? 780 To what I did thou show'dst me first the way. But I to enemies revealed, and should not! Nor should'st thou have trusted that to woman's frailty: Let weakness, then, with weakness come to parle, |