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Unless he feel within
God of our fathers, what is man !
671 Th' angelic orders and inferior creatures mute, Irrational and brute. Nor do I name of men the common rout, That wand'ring loose about, Grow up and perish as the summer flie, Heads without name no more remember'd, But such as thou hast solemnly 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 Changest thy count’nance, and thy hand with no reOf highest favours past
[gard From thee on them, or them to thee of service.
Nor only dost degrade them, or remit To life obscur’d, which were a fair dismission, But throw'st them lower than thou didst exalt them Unseemly falls in human eye,
[high, Too grievous for the trespass or omission; 691 Oft leav'st them to the hostile sword
Of Heathen and profane, their carcases
So deal not with this once thy glorious champion The image of thy strength, and mighty minister. What do I beg? how hast thou dealt already ? Behold him in this state calamitous, and turn His labors, for thou cans't, to peaceful end.
But who is this, what thing of sea or land ? 710 Female of sex it
seems, That so bedeck’d, ornate and gay, . Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for th' iles Of Javan or Gadire With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails fill'd, 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
[thee fix'd, CHOR. Yet on she moves, now stands and eyes About thave spoke, but now, with head declind Like a fair flow'r surcharg’d with dew, she weeps, And words address'd seem into tears dissolv'd, Wetting the borders of her silken veil : 730 But now again she makes address to speak.
Dal. With doubtful feet and wavering resolution I came, still dreading thy displeasure, Samson, Which to have merited, without excuse I cannot but acknowledge ; yet if tears May expiate (though the fact more evil drew In the perverse event than I foresaw) My penance hath not slacken’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, If aught in my ability may serve To lighten what thou suffer’st, and appease Thy mind with what amends is in my power, Though late, yet in some part to recompense My rash but more unfortunate misdeed.
Sam. Out, out hyæna; These are thy wonted arts, And arts of every woman false like thee, To break all faith, all vows, deceive, betray, Then as repentant to submit, beseech,
And reconcilement move with feign'd remorse,
Dal. Yet hear me, Samson ; not that I endeavor To lessen or extenuate my offence, But that on the other side if it be weigh'd By itself, with aggravations not surcharg’d, Or else with just allowance counterpois’d, 770 I may, if possible my pardon find The easier towards me, or thy hatred less, First granting, as I do, it was a weakness In me, but incident to all our sex, Curiosity, inquisitive, importune Of secrets then with like infirmity To publish them, both common female faults : Was it not weakness also to make known For importunity, that is for nought, Wherein consisted all thy strength and safety ? 780 To what I did, thou show’d'st me first the way.
But I to enemies reveal'd, and should not :