Haughty as is his pile high-built and proud.
Comes he in peace? what wind hath blown him hither
I lefs conjecture than when firft I faw

The fumptuous Dalila floating this way:
His habit carries peace, his brow defiance.
Samf. Or peace or not, alike to me he comes.
Chor.His fraught we foon fhall know,he now arrives.
Har. I come not, Samfon, to condole thy chance,
As these perhaps, yet wish it had not been,
Though for no friendly intent. I am of Gath,
Men call me Harapha, of ftock renown'd
As Og or Anak and the Emims old

That Kariathaim held, thou know'ft 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 difpleas'd,

That I was never present on the place

Of those encounters, where we might have try'd Each others force in camp or lifted field:

And now am come to fee of whom fuch noise

Hath walk'd about, and each limb to furvey,
If thy appearance answer loud report.

Samf. The way to know were not to see but taste.

Har.

Har. Doft thou already single me? I thought
Gieves and the Mill had tam'd thee. O that fortune
Had brought me to the field where thou art fam'd
To have wrought fuch wonders with an Affes Jaw;
I should have forc'd thee foon wifh other arms,
Or left thy carcafs where the Afs lay thrown:
So had the glory of Prowefs been recover'd
To Palestine, won by a Philiftin

From the unforeskin'd race, of whom thou bear'st
The highest name for valiant Acts, that honour
Certain to have won by mortal duel from thee,
I lofe, prevented by thy eyes put out.

[but do Samf. Boaft not of what thou wouldst have done, What then thou wouldft, thou feeft it in thy hand. Har. To combat with a blind Man I difdain,

And thou haft need much washing to be touch'd.
Samf. Such ufage as your honourable Lords
Afford me affaffinated and betray'd,

Who durft not with their whole united pow'rs
In fight withstand me fingle and unarm'd,
Nor in the house with chamber Ambushes
Close-banded durft attaque me, no not fleeping,
Till they had hir'd a woman with their gold

Breaking her Marriage Faith to circumvent me.
Therefore without feign'd shifts let be affign'd
Some narrow place enclos'd, where fight may give
[thee,

Or rather flight, no great advantage on me;
Then put on all thy gorgeous arms, thy Helmet
And Brigandine of brafs, thy broad Habergeon,
Vant-brafs and Greves, and Gauntlet, and thy Spear
A Weavers beam, and seven-times-folded fhield,
I only with an Oak'n-staff will meet thee,

And raise such out-cries on thy clatter'd Iron,
Which long fhall not with-hold me from thy head,
That in a little time while breath remains thee,
Thou oft shalt wish thy felf at Gath to boast
Again in fafety what thou wouldst have done
To Samfon, but shalt never see Gath more.

Har. Thou durft not thus difparage glorious arms
Which greatest Heroes have in battel worn,
Their ornament and fafety, had not spells
And black enchantments, fome Magicians Art
Arm'd thee or charm'd thee strong, which thou
from Heav'n

Feign'dft at thy Birth was giv'n thee in thy Hair, Where ftrength can leaft abide, though all thy Hairs Were briftles rang'd like those that ridge the back

Of chaf'd wild Boars, or ruff'd Porcupines.

Samf. I know no Spells, ufe no forbidden Arts; My truft is in the living God who gave me At my Nativity this ftrength, diffus'd

No lefs through all my finews, joints and bones,
Than thine, while I preferv'd these locks unfhorn,
The pledge of my unviolated vow.

For proof hereof, if Dagon be thy god,
Go to his Temple, invocate his aid

With folemneft devotion, spread before him
How highly it concerns his glory now

To frustrate and diffolve these Magick spells,
Which I to be the power of Ifrael's God
Avow, and challenge Dagon to the test,
Off'ring to combat thee his Champion bold,.
With th'utmoft of his Godhead feconded:
Then thou shalt fee, or rather to thy forrow
Soon feel, whofe God is strongest, thine or mine.
Har. Prefume not on thy God, what e'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
Among the Slaves and Affes thy comrades,

As good for nothing else, no better service
With those thy boyst'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 best subdu’d.

Samf. All thefe indignities, for fuch they are
From thine, these evils I deferve and more,
Acknowledge them from God inflicted on me
Justly, yet despair not of his final pardon
Whofe ear is ever open; and his eye
Gracious to re-admit the fuppliant;

In confidence whereof I once again
Defie thee to the trial of mortal fight,
By combat to decide whofe God is God,
Thine or whom I with Ifrael's Sons adore.
Har. Fair honour that thou doft thy God, in trufting
He will accept thee to defend his caufe,

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A Murtherer, à Revolter, and a Robber. [me these? Sam. Tongue-doughty Giant,how dost thou prove Har. Is not thy Nation subject to our Lords? Their Magiftrates confest it, when they took thee

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