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I as a prophecy receive; for God,
Nothing more certain, will not long defer
To fome Philiftian lords, with whom to treat
By pains and flaveries, worse than death inflicted 485 On thee, who now no more canft do them harm.
SAMS. Spare that propofal, Father, spare the trouble Of that folicitation; let me here,
As I deferve, pay on my punishment;
And expiate, if poffible, my crime,
Secrets of men, the secrets of a friend,
How heinous had the fact been, how deserving
Contempt, and fcorn of all, to be excluded
All friendship, and avoided as a blab,
The mark of fool fet on his front!
But I God's counsel have not kept, his holy fecret
Prefumptuously have publish'd, impiously,
Weakly at least, and shamefully: a fin
That Gentiles in their parables condemn
MAN. Be penitent and for thy fault contrite,
But act not in thy own affliction, Son:
SAMS. His pardon I implore; but as for life, To what end should I seek it? When in strength All mortals I excell'd, and great in hopes With youthful courage and magnanimous thoughts Of birth from Heav'n foretold and high exploits, 525 Full of divine instinct, after fome proof
Of acts indeed heroic, far beyond
The fons of Anak, famous now and blaz'd,
Fearless of danger, like a petty God
I walk'd about admir'd of all and dreaded
On hoftile ground, none daring my affront.
Of fair fallacious looks, venereal trains,
CHO. Defire of wine and all delicious drinks, Which many a famous warrior overturns, Thou couldst reprefs, nor did the dancing ruby Sparkling, out-pour'd, the flavor, or the smell, Or tafte that chears the heart of Gods and men, 545 Allure thee from the cool cryftallin stream.
SAMS. Wherever fountain or fresh current flow'd Against the eastern ray, tranflucent, pure With touch ethereal of Heav'n's fiery rod, I drank, from the clear milky juice allaying Thirst, and refresh'd; nor envy'd them the grape Whose heads that turbulent liquor fills with fumes. CHO. O madness, to think use of ftrongeft wines And strongest drinks our chief fupport of health, When God with thefe forbidd'n made choice to rear His mighty champion, ftrong above compare, Whose drink was only from the liquid brook!
SAMS. But what avail'd this temp'rance, not comAgainst another object more enticing? What boots it at one gate to make defense,
And at another to let in the foe,
Effeminately vanquifh'd? by which means,
Now blind, dishearten'd, sham'd, dishonor'd, quell'd, To what can I be useful, wherein ferve
My nation, and the work from Heav'n impos'd, 565
A burd'nous drone; to vifitants a gaze,
Vain monument of strength; till length of years 570
To a contemptible old-age obfcure?
Here rather let me drudge and earn my bread,
Till vermin or the draff of fervile food
Confume me, and oft-invoked death
Haften the welcome end of all my pains.
MAN. Wilt thou then ferve the Philiftines with that
Which was exprefly giv'n thee to annoy them?
Better at home lie bed-rid, not only idle,
Inglorious, unemploy'd, with age outworn.
Caufe light again within thy eyes to spring,
But yield to double darkness nigh at hand:
MAN. Believe not these suggestions, which proceed From anguish of the mind and humors black, That mingle with thy fancy. I however Must not omit a father's timely care
To profecute the means of thy deliverance
By ranfome, or how elfe: mean while be calm,
To the body's wounds and fores,
With maladies innumerable
In heart, head, breast and reins;
But muft fecret paffage find
To th' inmoft mind,
There exercise all his fierce accidents,
As on entrails, joints, and limbs,
With answerable pains, but more intense,
Though void of corporal sense.
My griefs not only pain me
As a lingring disease,
But finding no redress, ferment and rage,
Rankle, and fester, and gangrene,
To black mortification.