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My truft is in the living God, who gave me
No lefs through all my finews, joints and bones, Than thine, while I preferv'd thefe 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, fpread before him
To frustrate and diffolve these magic spells,
Which I to be the power of Ifrael's God
Το put out both thine eyes, and fetter'd fend thee
Among the flaves and affes thy comrades,
As good for nothing else, no better service
With those thy boift'rous locks, no worthy match
For valor to affail, nor by the sword
Of noble warrior, so to stain his honor,
But by the barber's razor best subdued.
Sams. All these indignities, for fuch they are
Whose ear is ever open,
By combat to decide whose God is God,
A Murderer, a Revolter, and a Robber. Sams.Tongue-doughty Giant, how doft thou prove me Har. Is not thy nation subject to our lords? (these? Their magistrates confess'd it, when they took thee As a league-breaker and deliver'd bound
Into our hands: for hadst thou not committed 1185 Notorious murder on those thirty men
At Afcalon, who never did thee harm,
Then like a robber stripp'dst them of their robes?
Sams. Among the daughters of the Philiftines
But your ill-meaning politician lords,
Under pretence of bridal friends and guests,
Who threatning cruel death constrain'd the bride
It was the force of conqueft; force with force
Is well ejected when the conquer'd can.
But I a private perfon, whom my country
I was no private but a person rais’d
With ftrength fufficient and command from Heaven
Me their deliverer fent would not receive,
Th'unworthier they; whence to this day they serve.
Had not difabled me, not all
These shifts refuted, answer thy appellant
Though by his blindness maim'd for high attempts, Who now defies thee thrice to fingle fight,
As a petty enterprise of small enforce.
Har. With thee a man condemn'd, a flave enroll'd, Due by the law to capital punishment?
To fight with thee no man of arms will deign.
Hear these dishonors, and not render death?
Sams. No man withholds thee, nothing from thy hand Fear I incurable; bring up thy van,
My heels are fetter'd, but my fift is free.
Har. This infolence other kind of answer fits. Sams. Go baffled coward, left I run upon thee, Though in these chains, bulk without spirit 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 fides.
Har. By Aftaroth ere long thou shalt lament These braveries in irons loaden on thee.
Chor. His giantship is gone somewhat crest-fall'n, Stalking with lefs unconscionable strides,
And lower looks, but in a fultry chafe.
Sams. I dread him not, nor all his giant-brood.
Chor. He will directly to the lords, I fear, And with malicious counsel stir them up
Some way or other yet further to afflict thee.
Sams. He muft allege fome cause, and offer'd fight Will not dare mention, left a question rife
Whether he durft accept the' offer or not,
The work of many hands, which earns my keeping
But come what will, my deadliest foe will prove
Draw their own ruin who attempt the deed.
Chor. Oh how comely it is, and how reviving To the fpirits of just men long oppress'd!
When God into the hands of their deliverer 1270
Puts invincible might
To quell the mighty of the earth, th'oppreffor,
The brute and boift'rous force of violent men