625
   Exasperate, exulcerate, and raise
   Dire inflammation which no cooling herb
   Or medcinal liquor can asswage,
   Nor breath of Vernal Air from snowy Alp.
   Sleep hath forsook and giv’n me o’re
   630
   To deaths benumming Opium as my only cure.
   Thence faintings, swounings of despair,
   And sense of Heav’ns desertion.
   I was his nursling once and choice delight,
   His destin’d from the womb,
   635
   Promisd by Heav’nly message twice descending.
   Under his special eie
   Abstemious I grew up and thriv’d amain;
   He led me on to mightiest deeds
   Above the nerve of mortal arm
   640
   Against th’ uncircumcis’d, our enemies.
   But now hath cast me off as never known,
   And to those cruel enemies,
   Whom I by his appointment had provok’t,
   Left me all helpless with th’ irreparable loss
   645
   Of sight, reserv’d alive to be repeated
   The subject of thir cruelty, or scorn.
   Nor am I in the list of them that hope;
   Hopeless are all my evils, all remediless;
   This one prayer yet remains, might I be heard,
   650
   No long petition, speedy death,
   The close of all my miseries, and the balm.
   Chorus. Many are the sayings of the wise
   In antient and in modern books enroll’d;
   Extolling Patience as the truest fortitude;
   655
   And to the bearing well of all calamities,
   All chances incident to mans frail life
   Consolatories writ
   With studied argument, and much perswasion sought
   Lenient72 of grief and anxious thought,
   660
   But with th’ afflicted in his pangs thir sound
   Little prevails, or rather seems a tune,
   Harsh, and of dissonant mood from his complaint,
   Unless he feel within
   Some sourse of consolation from above;
   665
   Secret refreshings, that repair his strength,
   And fainting spirits uphold.
   God of our Fathers, what is man!
   That thou towards him with hand so various,
   Or might I say contrarious,
   670
   Temperst thy providence through his short course,
   Not ev’nly, as thou rul’st
   Th’ Angelic orders and inferiour creatures mute,
   Irrational and brute.
   Nor do I name of men the common rout,
   675
   That wandring loose about
   Grow up and perish, as the summer flie,
   Heads without name no more rememberd,
   But such as thou hast solemnly elected,
   With gifts and graces eminently adorn’d
   680
   To some great work, thy glory,
   And peoples safety, which in part they effect:
   Yet toward these thus dignifi’d, thou oft
   Amidst thir highth of noon,
   Changest thy countenance, and thy hand with no regard
   685
   Of highest favours past
   From thee on them, or them to thee of service.
   Nor only dost degrade them, or remit
   To life obscur’d, which were a fair dismission,
   But throw’st them lower then thou didst exalt them high,
   690
   Unseemly falls in human eie,
   Too grievous for the trespass or omission,
   Oft leav’st them to the hostile sword
   Of Heathen and prophane, thir carkasses
   To dogs and fowls a prey, or else captiv’d:
   695
   Or to th’ unjust tribunals, under change of times,
   And condemnation of th’ ingrateful multitude.
   If these they scape, perhaps in poverty
   With sickness and disease thou bow’st them down,
   Painful diseases and deform’d,
   700
   In crude73 old age;
   Though not disordinate, yet causless suffring
   The punishment of dissolute days, in fine,
   Just or unjust, alike seem miserable,
   For oft alike, both come to evil end.
   705
   So deal not with this once thy glorious Champion,
   The Image of thy strength, and mighty minister.
   What do I beg? how hast thou dealt already?
   Behold him in this state calamitous, and turn
   His labours, for thou canst, to peaceful end.
   710
   But who is this, what thing of Sea or Land?
   Femal of sex it seems,
   That so bedeckt, ornate, and gay,
   Comes this way sailing
   Like a stately Ship
   715
   Of Tarsus, bound for th’ Isles
   Of Javan or Gadier74
   With all her bravery on, and tackle trim,
   Sails fill’d, and streamers waving,
   Courted by all the winds that hold them play,
   720
   An Amber75 scent of odorous perfume
   Her harbinger, a damsel train behind;
   Some rich Philistian Matron she may seem,
   And now at nearer view, no other certain
   Then Dalila thy wife.
   725
   Samson. My Wife, my Traytress, let her not come near me.
   Chorus. Yet on she moves, now stands and eies thee fixt,
   About t’ have spoke, but now, with head declin’d
   Like a fair flower surcharg’d with dew, she weeps
   And words addrest seem into tears dissolv’d,
   730
   Wetting the borders of her silk’n veil:
   But now again she makes address to speak.
   Dalila. With doubtful feet and wavering resolution
   I came, still dreading thy displeasure, Samson,
   Which to have merited, without excuse,
   735
   I cannot but acknowledge; yet if tears
   May expiate (though the fact more evil drew
   In the perverse event then I foresaw)
   My penance hath not slack’n’d, though my pardon
   No way assur’d. But conjugal affection
   740
   Prevailing over fear, and timerous doubt
   Hath led me on desirous to behold
   Once more thy face, and know of thy estate,
   If aught in my ability may serve
   To light’n what thou suffer’st, and appease
   745
   Thy mind with what amends is in my power,
   Though late, yet in some part to recompense
   My rash but more unfortunate misdeed.
   Samson. Out, out Hyæna;76 these are thy wonted arts,
   And arts of every woman false like thee,
   750
   To break all faith, all vows, deceive, betray,
   Then as repentant to submit, beseech,
   And reconcilement move77 with feign’d remorse,
   Confess, and promise wonders in her change,
   Not truly penitent, but chief to try
   755
   Her husband, how far urg’d his patience bears,
   His vertue or weakness which way t’ assail:
   Then with more cautious and instructed skill
   Again transgresses, and again submits;
   That wisest and best men full oft beguil’d">760
   With goodness principl’d not to reject
   The penitent, but ever to forgive,
   Are drawn to wear out miserable days,
   Entangl’d with a poysnous bosom snake,
   If not by quick destruction soon cut off
   765
   As I by thee, to Ages an ex 
					     					 			ample.
   Dalila. Yet hear me Samson; not that I endeavour
   To lessen or extenuate my offence,
   But that on th’ other side if it be weigh’d
   By it self, with aggravations not surcharg’d,
   770
   Or else with just allowance counterpois’d,
   I may, if possible, thy pardon find
   The easier towards me, or thy hatred less.
   First granting, as I do, it was a weakness
   In me, but incident to all our sex,
   775
   Curiosity, inquisitive, importune
   Of secrets, then with like infirmity
   To publish them, both common female faults:
   Was it not weakness also to make known
   For importunity, that is for naught,
   780
   Wherein consisted all thy strength and safety?
   To what I did thou shewdst me first the way.
   But I to enemies reveal’d, and should not.
   Nor shouldst thou have trusted that to womans frailty:
   E’re I to thee, thou to thy self wast cruel.
   785
   Let weakness then with weakness come to parl
   So near related, or the same of kind,
   Thine forgive mine; that men may censure thine
   The gentler, if severely thou exact not
   More strength from me, then in thy self was found.
   790
   And what if Love, which thou interpret’st hate,
   The jealousie of Love, powerful of sway
   In human hearts, nor less in mine towards thee,
   Caus’d what I did? I saw thee mutable
   Of fancy, feard lest one day thou wouldst leave me
   795
   As her at Timna, sought by all means therefore
   How to endear, and hold thee to me firmest:
   No better way I saw then by importuning
   To learn thy secrets, get into my power
   Thy key of strength and safety: thou wilt say,
   800
   Why then reveal’d? I was assur’d by those
   Who tempted me, that nothing was design’d
   Against thee but safe custody, and hold:
   That made for me, I knew that liberty
   Would draw thee forth to perilous enterprises,
   805
   While I at home sate full of cares and fears
   Wailing thy absence in my widow’d bed;
   Here I should still enjoy thee day and night
   Mine and Loves prisoner, not the Philistines,
   Whole to my self, unhazarded abroad,
   810
   Fearless at home of partners in my love.
   These reasons in Loves law have past for good,
   Though fond and reasonless to some perhaps;
   And Love hath oft, well meaning, wrought much wo,
   Yet always pity or pardon hath obtain’d.
   815
   Be not unlike all others, not austere
   As thou art strong, inflexible as steel.
   If thou in strength all mortals dost exceed,
   In uncompassionate anger do not so.
   Samson. How cunningly the sorceress displays
   820
   Her own transgressions, to upbraid me mine!
   That malice not repentance brought thee hither,
   By this appears: I gave, thou say’st, th’ example,
   I led the way; bitter reproach, but true,
   I to my self was false e’re thou to me;
   825
   Such pardon therefore as I give my folly,
   Take to thy wicked deed: which when thou seest
   Impartial, self-severe, inexorable,
   Thou wilt renounce thy seeking, and much rather
   Confess it feign’d, weakness is thy excuse,
   830
   And I believe it. Weakness to resist
   Philistian gold: if weakness may excuse,
   What Murtherer, what Traytor, Parricide,
   Incestuous, Sacrilegious, but may plead it?
   All wickedness is weakness: that plea therefore
   835
   With God or Man will gain thee no remission.
   But Love constrain’d thee; call it furious rage
   To satisfie thy lust: Love seeks to have Love;
   My love how couldst thou hope, who tookst the way
   To raise in me inexpiable hate,
   840
   Knowing, as needs I must, by thee betray’d?
   In vain thou striv’st to cover shame with shame,
   Or by evasions thy crime uncoverst more.
   Dalila. Since thou determinst weakness for no plea
   In man or woman, though to thy own condemning,
   845
   Hear what assaults I had, what snares besides,
   What sieges girt me round, e’re I consented;
   Which might have aw’d the best resolv’d of men,
   The constantest t’ have yielded without blame.
   It was not gold, as to my charge thou lay’st,
   850
   That wrought with me: thou know’st the Magistrates
   And Princes of my countrey came in person,
   Sollicited, commanded, threat’n’d, urg’d,
   Adjur’d by all the bonds of civil Duty
   And of Religion, press’d how just it was,
   855
   How honourable, how glorious to entrap
   A common enemy, who had destroy’d
   Such numbers of our Nation: and the Priest
   Was not behind, but ever at my ear,
   Preaching how meritorious with the gods
   860
   It would be to ensnare an irreligious
   Dishonourer of Dagon: what had I
   T’ oppose against such powerful arguments?
   Only my love of thee held long debate;
   And combated in silence all these reasons
   865
   With hard contest: at length that grounded maxim
   So rife and celebrated in the mouths
   Of wisest men; that to the public good
   Private respects must yield; with grave authority
   Took full possession of me and prevail’d;
   870
   Vertue, as I thought, truth, duty so enjoyning.
   Samson. I thought where all thy circling wiles would end;
   In feign’d Religion, smooth hypocrisie.
   But had thy love, still odiously pretended,
   Bin, as it ought, sincere, it would have taught thee
   875
   Far other reasonings, brought forth other deeds.
   I before all the daughters of my Tribe
   And of my Nation chose thee from among
   My enemies, lov’d thee, as too well thou knew’st,
   Too well, unbosom’d all my secrets to thee,
   880
   Not only of levity, but over-power’d
   By thy request, who could deny thee nothing;
   Yet now am judg’d an enemy. Why then
   Didst thou at first receive me for thy husband?
   Then, as since then, thy countries foe profest:
   885
   Being once a wife, for me thou wast to leave
   Parents and countrey; nor was I their subject,
   Nor under their protection but my own,
   Thou mine, not theirs: if aught against my life
   Thy countrey sought of thee, it sought unjustly,
   890
   Against the law of nature, law of nations,
   No more thy countrey, but an impious crew
   Of men conspiring to uphold thir state
   By worse then hostile deeds, violating th’ ends
   For which our countrey is a name so dear;
   895
   Not therefore to be obey’d. But zeal mov’d thee;
   To please thy gods thou didst it; gods unable
   To acquit themselves and prosecute their foes
   But by ungodly deeds, the contradiction
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   Of their own deity, Gods cannot be:
   900
   Less therefore to be pleas’d, obey’d, or fear’d;
   These false pretexts and varnish’d colours failing,
   Bare in thy guilt how foul must thou appear!
   Dalila. In argument with men a woman ever
   Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.
   905
   Samson, For want of words no doubt, or lack of breath,
   Witness when I was worried with thy peals.78
   Dalila. I was a fool, too rash, and quite mistaken
   In what I thought would have succeeded best.
   Let me obtain forgiveness of thee, Samson,
   910
   Afford me place to shew what recompence
   Towards thee I intend for what I have misdone,
   Misguided; only what remains past cure
   Bear not too sensibly,79 nor still insist
   T’ afflict thy self in vain: though sight be lost,
   915
   Life yet hath many solaces, enjoy’d
   Where other senses want80 not their delights
   At home in leisure and domestic ease,
   Exempt from many a care and chance to which
   Eye-sight exposes daily men abroad.
   920
   I to the Lords will intercede, not doubting
   Thir favourable ear, that I may fetch thee
   From forth this loathsom prison-house, t’ abide
   With me, where my redoubl’d love and care
   With nursing diligence, to me glad office,
   925
   May ever tend about thee to old age
   With all things grateful chear’d, and so suppli’d,
   That what by me thou hast lost thou least shalt miss.
   Samson. No, no, of my condition take no care;
   It fits not; thou and I long since are twain;
   930
   Nor think me so unwary or accurst
   To bring my feet again into the snare
   Where once I have been caught; I know thy trains
   Though dearly to my cost, thy ginns, and toyls;81
   Thy fair enchanted cup, and warbling charms
   935
   No more on me have power, their force is null’d,