Sams. All otherwise to me my thoughts portend, That these dark orbs no more shall treat with light, Nor th' other light of life continue long,. But yield to double darkness nigh at hand: So much I feel ny genial spirits droop, My hopes all flat, nature within me seems In all her functions weary of herself, My race of glory run, and race of shame, And I shall shortly be with them that rest. Man. Believe not these suggestions which proceed From anguish of the mind and humours black That mingle with thy fancy. I however Must not omit a father's timely care To prosecute the means of thy deliverance By ransom, or how else: meanwhile be calm, And healing words from these thy friends admit. [Exit. Sams. O that torment should not be confin'd To the body's wounds and sores, With maladies innumerable In heart, head, breast, and reins; There exercise all his fierce accidents, As on entrails, joints, and limbs, With answerable pains, but more intense, My griefs not only pain me As a ling'ring disease, But finding no redress, ferment and rage, Rankle, and fester, and gangrene, To black mortification. Thoughts, my tormentors, arm'd with deadly stings Mangle my apprehensive tenderest parts, Exasperate, exulcerate, and raise Dire inflammation, which no cooling herb To death's benumbing opium as my only cure; And sense of heaven's desertion. I was his nursling once and choice delight, His destin'd from the womb, Promis'd, by heavenly message twice descending. Abstemious I grew up and thriv'd amain; Above the nerve of mortal arm Against th' uncircumcis'd, our enemies : Whom I by his appointment had provoked, The close of all my miseries, and the balm. With studied argument, and much persuasion sought But with th' afflicted in his pangs their sound Little prevails, or rather seems a tune Harsh, and of dissonant mood from his complaint: Unless he feel within Some source of consolation from above, Secret refreshings, that repair his strength, And fainting spirits uphold. God of our fathers! what is man That thou tow'rds him with hand so various, Temper'st thy providence through his short course, Not evenly as thou rul'st Th' angelic orders and inferior creatures, Nor do I name of men the common rout, Grow up and perish as the summer fly, And people's safety, which in part they' effect: Changest thy countenance, and thy hand with no [regard From thee on them, or them to thee of service. To life obscur'd, which were a fair dismission, But throw'st them lower than thou didst exalt them Unseemly falls in human eye, Too grievous for the trespass or omission; Oft leav'st them to the hostile sword Of heathen and profane, their carcasses To dogs and fowls a prey, or else captiv'd; [high, Or to the unjust tribunals, under change of times With sickness and disease thou bow'st them down, In crude old age; Though not disordinate, yet causeless suff'ring For oft alike both come to evil' end. 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. But who is this, what thing of sea or land? Female of sex it seems, That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay, Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Courted by all the winds that hold them play, About t' have spoke, but now, with head declin'd, But now again she makes address to speak. Enter DALILA, Dal. With doubtful feet and wavering resolution I came, still dreading thy displeasure, Samson, Which to have merited, without excuse, I cannot but acknowledge; yet if tears My penance hath not slacken'd, though my pardon Once more thy face, and know of thy estate, To lighten what thou suffer'st, and appease Sams. Out, out hyæna! these are thy wonted arts, And arts of every woman false like thee, To break all faith, all vows, deceive, betray, And reconcilement move with feign'd remorse, Her husband, how far urg'd his patience bears, Dal. 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 The easier towards me, or thy hatred less. Of secrets, then with like infirmity To publish them, both common female faults: Wherein consisted all thy strength and safety? Ere I to thee, thou to thyself wast cruel. Let weakness then with weakness come to parle, Thine forgive mine; that men may censure thine More strength from me, than in thyself was found. |