Thy husband, flight me, fell me, and forego me; Helpless, thence eafily contemn'd, and scorn'd, -940 945 950 To thine, whofe doors my feet fhall never enter. hand. 955 SAM. Not for thy life, left fierce remembrance wake My fudden rage to tear thee joint by joint. At diftance I forgive thee; go with that; Bewail thy falfehood, and the pious works It hath brought forth to make thee memorable Among illuftrious women, faithful wives: Cherish thy haften'd widowhood with the gold Of matrimonial treafon: fo farewel. Το DAL. I fee thou art implacable, more deaf prayers than winds and feas, yet winds to seas Are reconcil'd at length, and fea to shore: 950 Thy anger, unappeafable, ftill rages, Eternal tempeft, never to be calm'd, Why do I humble thus myself, and fuing For peace, reap nothing but repulfe and hate? 965 970 975 Of falfhood moft unconjugal traduc'd, 980 Her country from a fierce deftroyer, chofe 985 With odours vifited and annual flowers; Not lefs renown'd than in Mount Ephraim Smote Sifera fleeping, through the temples nail'd, 990 The public marks of honour and reward Conferr'd upon me for the piety Which to my country I was judg'd to have shown. I leave him to his lot, and like my own. 995 CHOR. She's gone, a manifeft ferpent by her fting Discover'd in the end, till now conceal'd. SAM. So let her go, God fent her to debase me, And aggravate my folly, who committed To fuch a viper his moft facred trust Of fecrecy, my fatety, and my life. 1000 [power, CHOR. Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange After offence returning, to regain Love once poffefs'd, nor can be easily Repuls'd, without much inward paffion felt, And fecret fting of amorous remorse. 1005 SAM. Love quarrels oft in pleafing concord end, Not wedlock treachery endang'ring life. CHOR. It is not virtue, wifdom, valour, wit, 1010 Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit, Harder to hit, (Which way foever men refer it) If any of thefe, or all, the Timnian bride 1015 Had not fo foon preferr'd Thy paranymph, worthless to thee compar'd, Nor both fo loofly difally'd Their nuptials, nor this last so treacherously Had fhorn the fatal harvest of thy head, Is it for that fuch outward ornament Was lavish'd on their fex, that inward gifts Were left for hafte unfinish'd, judgement scant, Or value what is best 1020 1025 In choice, but ofteft to affect the wrong ? 1030 Or was too much of felf-love mix'd, That either they love nothing, or not long? Seeming at firft all heav'nly under virgin veil, 1035 Once join'd, the contrary the proves, a thorn, Inteltine, far within defenfive arms A cleaving mifchief, in his way to virtue With dotage, and his fenfe deprav'd To folly and fhameful deeds which ruin ends. What pilot fo expert but needs must wreck 1040 Imbark'd with fuch a steers-mate at the helm ? 1045 Favour'd of Heav'n, who finds One virtuous, rarely found That in domeftic good combines: Happy that house! his way to peace is smooth: Moft fhines and mott is acceptable above. Therefore God's univerfal law So fhall he leaft confufion draw 1055 On his whole life, not fway'd By female ufurpation, or dismay'd. 1060 SAM. Fair days have oft contracted wind and rain. CHOR. But this another kind of tempeft brings. SAM. Be lefs abftrufe, my riddling days are past. CHOR. Look now for no enchanting voice, nor fear The bait of honied words; a rougher tongue Draws hitherward; I know him by his ftride, The giant Harapha of Gath, his look Haughty as is his pile high-built and proud. 1066 Comes he in peace? What wind hath blown him hither I lefs conjecture than when first I saw The fumptuous Dalila floating this way: His habit carries peace, his brow defiance. 1071 SAM. Or peace or not, alike to me he comes. CHOR. His fraught we soon shall know, he now arrives. 1075 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 stock renown'd As Og or Anak, and the Emims old, 1080 That Kiriathaim held; thou know'ft me now, That I was never present on the place Of those encounters, where we might have try'd And now am come to fee of whom fuch noise 1085 1090 SAM. The way to know were not to fee, but taste. Gyves and the mill had tam'd thee. Had brought me to the field, where thou art fam'd 1096 So had the glory of prowess been recover'd To Palestine won by a Philistine, From the unforeskinn'd race, of whom thou bear'st The highest name for valiant a&s; that honour, 1101 Certain to have won by mortal duel from thee, I lofe, prevented by thy eyes put out. [but do Again in fafety what thou would'st have done 1120 HAR. Thou durft not thus disparage glorious arms, Which greatest heroes have in battle worn, Their ornament and fafety, had not spells And black enchantments, fome Magician's art, 1131 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, 1135 Where ftrength can leaft abide, though all thy hairs |