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But in my country where I mort defire, 980
In Ecron, Gaza, Afdod, and in Gath
I fall be nam'd among the famoufet
Of Women, sung at folemn festivals,

Living and dead recorded, who to save
Her country from a fierce destroyer, chose 985
Above the faith of wedlock-bands, my tomb
Wich odours visited and annual flow'rs,
Not less renown'd than in Mount Ephraim,
Jael, who with inhospitable guile
Smote Sisera Neeping through the Temples naild.
Nor shall I count it heinous 'to enjoy 5991
The publick marks of honour and reward
Conferr’d'upon me, for the piety
Which to my country I was judg'd to have fhewn.
At this who ever envies or repines

995 I leave him to his lot, and like my own.

Chor. She's gone, a manifeft Serpent by her fting
Discover'd in the end, till now conceal d.

Sams. So let her go, God sent her to debare me,
And aggravatel my folly who committed
To such a viper his most sacred trust
Of fecresie, my safety, and my life.

Chor. Yet beauty, though injurious, hath ftrange
After offence returning, to regain

[pow's, Love once poffeft, nor can be easily

icos Repulft, without much inward pallion felt And secret fring of amorous remorse.

Sams. Love quarrels oft in pleasing concord end. Not wedlock-treachery endang’ring life.

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Chor. It is not virtue, wisdom, valour , 'wit, 1010!
Strength, comliness of shape, or amplest merit
That Woman's love can win or long inherit;
But what it is, hard is to say,
Harder to hit,
(which way foever Men refer it)

Much like thy riddle, Samson, in one day
Or seven, though one frould musing lit;

If any of these or all, the Timnian bride
Had not so soon preferi'd
Thy Paranymph, worthless to thee compard 1020
Successor in thy Bed,
Nor both so loofly disally'd
Their nuptials, nor this lalt fo treacherously
Had fhorn the fatal Harvest of thy Head,
Is it for that such outward ornament 1023
Was lavish'd on their Sex, that inward gifts
Were left for haste unfinish’d, judgment scant,
Capacity not rais’d to apprehend,
Or value what is best
la choice, but oftest to affect the wrong? iego
Or was too much of self-love mixt,
Of conftancy no root infix'd,
That either they love nothing or not long?

Whate'er it be, to wiseft Men and best
Seeming at first all heav'nly under virgin Veil, 1035
Soft, modest, meek, demure,
Once join'd, the contrary the proves, a Thorn
Intestine, war within defensive arms
A cleaving mischief, in his way to virtue

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Adverse and turbulent, or by her charms 1040
Draws him awry enflav'd
With dotage, and his sense depravid
To folly and shameful deeds which cuin ends.

Pilot so expert but needs must wreck Embarqu’d with such a Stears-mate at the Helm? Favour'd of Heav'n who finds

1048 One virtuous rarely found, That in domestick good combines : Happy that house! his way to peace is smooth : But Virtue which breaks through all opposition, 1050 And all temptation can remove, Most shines and most is acceptable above.

Therefore God's universal Law Gave to the Man despotick power Over his Femalesin due awe,

1035 Nor from that right to part an hour, Smile she or lowre: So shall he least confusion draw On his whole life, not sway'd By female usurpation, or dismay'd.

106 But had we best retire, I see a storm ?

Sams. Fair days have oft contracted wind and rain, Cher. But this another kind of tempest brings. Sams. Be less abstruse, my riddling days are past.

Chor. Look now for no inchanting voice, nor fear The bait of honied words; a rougher tongue 1666 Draws hitherward, I know him by his stride, The Giant Harapha of Gath, his look Haughty as is pile high-built and proud,

Comes he in peace? what wind hath blown him hithet I less conjecture than when first I saw

1971 The sumptuous Dalila floating this way: His habit carries peace, his brow defiance.

Sams. Or peace or not, alike to me he comes. Chor. His fraughi we loen fall know, he now arrives.

Har. I come not, Sanson, to condole thy chance, As these perhaps, yet with it had not been, Though for no friendly intent. I am of Gath, Men call me Harapha, of stock renown'd As Og or Arak and the Emims old

1080 That Kariathaim held, thou know'st me now If thou at all art known. Much I have heard Of thy prodigious might and feats perform’d Incredible to me, in this displeas'd, That I was never present on the place 1085 Of those encounters, where we might have try'd Each others force in camp or listed field: And now am come to see of whom such noise Hath walk'd about, and each limb to survey, If thy appearance answer loud report. 1090

Sams. The way to know were noc to see but taste,

Har. Doft thou already single me? I thought Gieves and the Mill had tam'd thee. Othat fortune Had brought me to the Field where thou art fam'd To have wrought such wonders with an Ass's Jaw; I hould have forc'd thee soon with other arms, 1096 Or left thy carcass where the Ass lay thrown: So had the glory of Prowess been recover'd To Palestine, won by a Philistin

From the unfore-skin'd race, of whom thou bear'ft
The highest name for valiant Aêts, that honour
Certain to have won by mortal duel from thee;
I lose, prevented by thy eyes put out.

[but do Sams. Boast not of what thou wouldft have done, What then thou would't, thou seeft it in thy hand.

Har. To. combat with a blind Man I disdain, And thou hast need much wahing to be couch'd.

Sams. Such: usage as your honourable Lords Afford me alfafinated and betray'd, Who durft not with their whole united pow’rs IITO In fight withstand me single and unarm’d, Nor in the house with chamber Ambushes Close-banded durft attaque me, no nor sleeping, Till they had hir'd a woman with their gold Breaking her Marriage Faith to circumvent me. ITIS Therefore without feign’d shifts let be affign'd Some narrowplace enclos’d, where sight may give thee Or rather fight, no great advantage on me; Then pui on all thy gorgeous arms, thy Helmet And Brigandine of brass, thy broad Habergeon, 1120 Vane-brass and Greyes, and Gauntlet, and thy Spear A Weavers beam, and seven-times-folded hield; I only with an Oak’n-staff will meet thee, And raise fuch out.cries on thy clatcer'd lion, 1124 Which long hall not with-hold me from thy head, That in a lictle time while breath remains thee, Thou oft halt with thy self at Gath to boast Again in safety what thou would& have done To Samson, bat falt acyer fee Gath more.


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