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Har. Thou durft not thus disparage glorious arms
which greatest Heroes have in bateel worn, 1131
Their ornament and safety, had not spells
And black enchantments,fome Magicians Art( Heay'n
Arm'd thee or charm'd thce strong, which thou from
Feign’dst at thy Birth was giv’n thee in thy Hair, 1135
Where strength can least abide, though allthy Hairs
Were bristles rang'd like those that ridge the back
Of chaf’: wild Boars, or rufi'd Porcupines.

Sams. I know no Spells, use no forbidden Arts;
My trust is in the living God, who gave me 1140
At my Nativity this strength, diffusd
No less through all my linews, joints and bones,
Than thine, while I preserv'd these locks unfhorn,
The pledge of my unviolated vow.
Fer proof hereof, if Dagon be thy god, 1145
Go to his Temple, invocate his aid
With solemneft devotion, spread before him
How highly it concerns his glory now
To frustrate and dissolve these Magick spells,
Which I to be the power of Israel's God 1130
Avow, and challenge Dagon to the test,
Offring to combat thee his Champion bold,
With th'utmost of his Godhead seconded :
Then thou fbalt see, or rather to thy sorrow 1154
Soon fcel, whose God is strongest, thine or minca

Har. Presume not on thy God, what ere 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

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To put out both thine eyes, and fetter'd send thet
Into the common Prifon, there to grind II60
Among the Slaves and Afles thy comrades,
As good for nothing else, no better service
With those thy boyft'rous locks, no worthy match
For valour to affail, nor by the fword

Of noble. Warriour, so to ftain his honour,
But by the Barbers razor beft fubdu'd.

Sams. All these indignities, for such they are
From thine, these evils. I deserve and more,
Acknowledge them from God infli&ed on me 117
Juftly, yet despair not of his final pardon
Whofe ear is ever open; and his eye
Gratious to re-admit the fuppliant;
In confidence whercof 1 once again
Defie thee to the trial of mortal fight,

By combat to decide whole God is God,
Thine or whom I with Ifrael's Sons adore.

Har. Fair honour that thou dost thy God in trusting
He will accept thee to defend his cause,
A Murtherer, a Revolter, and a Robber. 1180
Sam. Tongue-doughty Giant, how doftrhou prove me.
Har. Is not thy Nation subje&t to our Lords: (thefed
Their Magiftrates confest it, when they took thee
As a League-breaker and deliver'd bound
foto our hands: for hadft thou not committed 1185
Notorious murther on those thirty men
At Askalon, who never did thee harm,
Then like a Robber ftrip'dlt them of their robes?
The Philiftins, when thou hadit broke the league,



Went up with armed pow'rs thee only seeking, 1199 To others did no violence nor spoil.

Sams. Among the Daughters of the Philiffins I chose a Wife, which argu'd me no foc ; And in your City held my Nuptial Feaft: But your ill-meaning Politician Lords, Under pretence of Bridal friends and guests, Appointed to await me thirty Spies, Who threacxing cruel death conftrain’d the Bride To wring from me and tell to them my secret, That folk'd the riddle which I had propos’d. 1200 When I perceiv'd all set on enmity, As on my enemies, where ever chanc'd, I us'd hostility, and took their spoil To pay my underminers in their coin. My Nation was subje&ted to your Lords. 1295 It

was the force of Conquest; force with force Is well ejected when the Conquer'd can. But I a private person, whom my Country As a league-breaker gave up bound, presum'd Single Rebellion and did hostile Afs. I was no private but a person rais’d Wich Arength fufficient and command from Hear's To free my Country; if their servile minds Me their deliverer sent would not receive, But to their Masters gave me up for naught, 1215 Th’unworthier they; whence to this day they serve, I was to do my part from Heav'n asign'd, And had perform'd it if my known offence Had not disabld me, not all your force :


These shifrs refuted, answer thy appellant
Though by his blindness maim'd for high attempts,
Who now defies thee thrice to fingle fight,
As a perty enterprise of small enforce.

Har. With thee, a man condemn'd, a Slave enrol'd, Due by the Law to capital punishment ? 1225 To fight with thee no man of arms will deign.

Sam. Cam'st thou for this, vain boaster,to survey me, To descant on my strength, and give thy verdi&t ? Come nearer, part not hence so flight inform'd; Bat 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? Sams. No man with-holds thee, nothing from thy

(hand Fear I incurable ; bring up thy van, My heels are fetter'd, but my fift is free.

1235 Har. This infolence other kind of anfwer fits. Sams. Go baffe'd coward, left I run upon thee, Though in these chains, bulk without fpirit vast, And with one buffet lay thy ftructure low, Or swing thee in the Air,then dash thee down 1240 To th' hazard of thy brains and shatter'd lides.

Har. By Astaroth ere long thou fhalt lament These braveries in Irons loaden on thee.

Chor. His Giantship is gone somewhat crest-falln, Stalking with less unconscionable strides,

1245 And lower looks, but in a sultrie chafe.

Sams. I dread him not, nor all his Giant-brood,
Though fame divulg'd him Father of five sons
All of Gigantick lize, Goliah chief,

Chor. He will directly to the Lords, I fear, 1250
And with malitious counsel ftir them up
Some way or other farther to affli& thee:

Sams. He must alledge some cause, and offer'd fight
will not dare mention, left a question rise
Whether he durft accept the offer or nor, 1255
And that he durft not plain enough appear’d.
Much more affliction than already felt
They cannot well impose, nor I sustain;
If they intend advantage of my labours
The work of many hands, which earos my keeping
With no small profit daily to my owners. 1261
But come what will, my deadliest Foe will prove
My speediest friend, by, death to rid me hence,
The worst that he can give, to me the best.
Yet so it may fall out, because their end

Is hate, not help to me, it may with mine
Draw their own ruin who attempt the deed.

Cbor. Oh how comely it is and how reviving
To the Spirits of juf men long opprest!
When God into the hands of their deliverer 1270
Puts invincible might
To quell the mighty of the Earth, th'oppressor,
The brute and boistrous force of violent men
Hardy and industrious to support
Tyrannick power, but raging to pursue

The righteous and all such as honour. Truth;
He all their Ammunition
And feats of War defeats.
With plain Heroick magnitude of mind


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