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Samf. Where outward force constrains, the sentence
Chor. Howthou wilt here come off surmounts my
Samf. Be of good courage, I begin to feel Creach.
Chor. In time thou hast resolv'd, the man returns.
off. Samson this second mellage from our Lords
Samf. I could be well content to try their Art, Which to no few of them would prove pernicious. Yet knowing their advantages too many, 1401 Because they hall not trail me through their freets Like a wild Beast, I am content to go. Masters commands come with a power refiftless To such as owe them absolute fubje&tion; 1405 And for a life who will not change his purpose? (So mutable are all the ways of men) Yet this be fure, in norbing to comply: Seándalous or forbidden in our Law.
off. I praise thy resolution, doff these links: 1410 By this compliance thou wilt win the Lords To favour, and perhaps to fet thee free.
Sams. Brethren farewell, your company along I will not wish, left ic perhaps offend them To see me girt with Friends; and how the light 1425. Of me as of a common Enemy, So dreaded once, may now exasperate them I know not: Lords are Lordlieft in cheir wine ; And the well-feafted Pricft then sooneft fir'd With zeal, if aughe Religion seem concern'd: 1422 . No less the People on their Holy-days Impetuous, infolent, unquenchable; Happ'n what may, of me expect to hear Nothing difonourable, impure, unworthy Our God, our Law; my Natión or my felf, 1425 The last of me or no I cannot warrant.
Chor. Go, and the Holy One of Ifrual be thy guide
Towhat may serve his glory best and fpread hisivame
Man. Peace with you, Brethren; my inducement hi.
Chor. That hope would much rejoyce us to partake
Man. I have attempted one by one the Lords Either at home, or through the high street palling,
With supplication prone and Fathers tears
1470 If some convenient ransome was propos’d. What noise or fhout was that it tore the Skie.
Cbor, Doubtless the people fouting to behold Their once great dread, captive,and blind before them, Or at some proof of strength before them shown. 1475
Man. His ransome, if my whole inheritance May compass it, shall willingly be paid And number'd down: much rather I fall chuse To live the poorest in my Tribe, than richest, And he in that calamitous prison left. 1480 No, I am fixt not to part hence without him; For his redemption all my Patrimony, If need be, I am ready to forgo And quit: not wanting him, I fall want nothing,
Chor. Fathers are wont to lay up for their Sons, Thou for shy Son art bent to lay out all ; 1486 Sons wont to nurse their parents in old age, Thou in old age car's how to nurse thy Son
Made older than thy age through eye-light loft.
Man. It shall be my delight to tend his eyes, 1490 And view him fitting in the house, enobl'd With all those high exploits by him atchiev'd, And on his shoulders waving down those locks, That of a Nation arm'd the strength contain’d: And I perfuade me God hath not permitted 1495 His ftrength again to grow up with his hair Garrison'd round about him like a Camp of faithful Soldiery, were not his purpose To use him farther yet in some great service, Not to fit idle with so great a gift
Ison Useless, and thence ridiculous about him. And since his strength with eye-light was not loft, God will restore him eye-light to his strength.
Cher. Thy hopes are not ill founded nor seem vain Of his delivery, and thy joy thereon
ISOS Conceiv'd, agreeable to a Father's love, In both which we, as next, participate.
Ma.I know your friendly minds and -- what noise ! Mercy of Heav'n what hideous noise was that! Horribly loud unlike the former shout.
Chor. Noise call you it or universal groan As if the whole inhabitation perish'd, Blood, death, and deathful deeds are in that noise, Ruin, destruction at the utmost point.
IS14 Man. Of ruin indeed me thought I heard the noise, Oh it continues, they have sain my Son.
Chor. Thy Son is rather slaying them, that outcry From Slaughter of one Foe could not ascend.