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SAM. Such usages as your honorable lords Afford me' assassinated and betray'd ; Who durst not with their whole united powers 1110 In fight withstand me single and unarm’d, Nor in the house with chamber ambushes Close-banded durst attack me, no not sleeping, Till they hir'd a woman with their gold Breaking her marriage faith to circumvent me. Therefore without feign'd shifts let be assign'd Some narrow place enclos'd, where sight may give Or rather flight, no great advantage on me ; [thee Then put on all thy gorgeous arms, thy helmet And brigandine of brass, thy broad habergeon, 1120 Vant-brass, and greves, and gauntlet, add thy spear, A weaver's beam, and sev'n times folded shield, I only with an oaken staff will meet thee, And raise such outcries on thy clatter'd iron, Which long shall not withhold me from thy head, That in a little time while breath remains thee, Thou oft shall wish thyself at Gath to boast Again in safety what thou would'st have done To Samson, but shalt never see Gath more.
Har. Thou durst not thus disparage glorious arms Which greatest heroes have in battle worn,
Where strength can least abide, though all thy hairs Were bristles rang'd like those that ridge the back Of chaf'd wild boars, or ruffled porcupines.
SAM. I know no spells, use no forbidden aris ; My trust is in the living God, who gave me 1140 At my nativity this strength, diffus'd No less through all my sinews, joints and bones, Than thine, while I preserv'd these locks unshorn, The pledge of my unviolated vow. For proof hereof, if Dagon be thy god, Go to his temple, invocate his aid With solemnest devotion, spread before him How highly it concerns his glory now To frustrate and dissolve these magic spells, Which I to be the power of Israel's God 11 30 Avow, and challenge Dagon to the test, Offering to combat thee his champion bold, With th' utmost of his godhead seconded : Then thou shalt see, or rather to thy sorrow Soon feel, whose God is strongest, thine or mine.
HAR. Presume not on thy God, whate'er he be, Thee he regards not, owns not, hath cut off Quite from his people, and deliver'd up Into thy enemies' hand, permitted them To put out both thine eyes, and fetter'd send thee Into the common prison there to grind 1161 Among the slaves and asses thy comrades, As good for nothing else, no better service With those thy boist'rous locks, no worthy match
For valour to assail, nor by the 'sword
SAM. All these indignities, for such they are
HAR. Fair honour that thou dost thy God, intrustHe will accept thee to defend his cause, 1179 A murderer, a revolter, and a robber. SAM. Tongue-doughty Giant, how dost thou prove
me these ? 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 Notorious murder on those thirty men At Ascalon, who never did thee harm, Then like a robber stripp'dst them of their robes ; The Philistines, when thou hadst broke the league ? Went up with armed powers thee only seeking, To others did no violence, nor spoil. 1191
SAM. Among the daughters of the Philistines I chose a wife, which argued me no foe;
And in your city held my nuptial feast :
HAR. With thee a man condemn'd, a slave enroll'd Due by the law to capital punishment; To fight with thee no man of arms will deign. [me,
'SAM. Cam'st thou for this, vain boaster, to survey To descant on my strength, and give thy verdict ? Come nearer. Part not hence so slight inform’d; But take good heed my hand survey not thee. 1230
HAR. O Baal-zebub! can my ears unus'd Hear these dishonours, and not render death?
sam. 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.
HAR. This insolence other kind of answer fits.
SAM. Go, baffled coward, lest I run upon thee, Though in these chains, bulk without spirit vast, And with one buffet lay thy structure low, Or swing thee in the air, then 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 loaded on thee. CHOR. His Giantship is gone
somewhat crestStalking with less unconscionable strides, [fallen And lower looks, but in a sultry chafe.
SAM. I dread him not, nor all his giant-brood, Though fame divulge him father of five sons, All of gigantic size, Goliath chief.
CHOR. He will directly to the lords, I fear, 1250 And with malicious counsel stir them up Some way or other yet further to afflict thee.
SAM. He must alledge some cause, and offer'd fight