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Thoughts my tormentors arm'd with deadly stings :
I was his nursing once and choice delight, His destin'd from the womb, Promis'd by heav'nly message twice descending. 638 Under his special eye Abstemious I grew up and thriv'd amain; He led me on to mightiest deeds Above the nerve of mortal arm Against th' uncircumcis'd, our enemies : But now hath caft me off as never known, And to those cruel enemies, Whom I by his appointment had provok’d, Left me all helpless with th' irreparable lofs Of light, reserv'd alive to be repeated The subject of their cruelty or scorn. Nor am I in the list of them that hope; Hopeless are all my evils, all remediless; This one prayer yet remains, might I be heard, No long petition, speedy death, The close of all my miseries, and the balı.
Cho. Many are the sayings of the wife
In ancient and in modern books inroll'd,
God of our fathers, what is man!
1 678 Grow up and perish, as the summer flie, Heads without name no more remember'd, But such as thou hast folemnly elected, With gifts and graces eminently adorn'd To some great work, thy glory, .
680 And people's safety, which in part they'effect : Yet toward these thus dignify:d, thou oft
Amidst their highth of noon
685 From thee on them, or them to thee of service.
Nor only dost degrade them, or remit To life obfcur'd, which were a fair dismission, But throw'st them lower than thou didst exalt them high, Unseemly falls in human eye, Too grievous for the trespass or omission; Oft leav'st them to the hostile sword : Of Heathen and profane, their carcafes 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'st 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, Just 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 Itrength, and mighty minister. 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? 10 Female of fex it seems, That so bedeck’d, ornate, and gay,
Comes this way failing
[near me. SAMs. My Wife, my Traitress, let her not come CHO. Yet on the moves, now stands, and eyes thes
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 foresaw) My penance hath not Nacken'd, though my pardon No way assur’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,
Sams. Out, out, Hyæna; these are thy wonted arts,
765 Dal. Yet hear me, Samson; not that I endevor To lessen or extenuate my. offense, But that on th' other side if it be weigh'd By' itself, with aggravations not surcharg'd, Or else with just allowance counterpois'd, I may, if poslible, thy pardon find