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He's gone, and who knows how he may report
Samson. Shall I abuse this consecrated gift
Chorus. Yet with this strength thou serv'st the
Samson. Not in their idol-worship, but by labour Honest and lawful to deserve my food Of those, who have me in their civil power.
Chorus. Where the heart joins not, outward acts defile not.
Samson. Where outward force constrains, the sentence holds. But who constrains me to the temple of Dagon, Not dragging? the Philistian lords command. Commands are no constraints. If I obey them, I do it freely, venturing to displease God for the fear of Man, and Man prefer,
Set God behind : which in his jealousy
Shall never, unrepented, find forgiveness.
Yet that he may dispense with me, or thee,
Present in temples at idolatrous rites
For some important cause, thou need'st not doubt.
Chorus. How thou wilt here come off surmounts
Samson. Be of good courage ; I begin to feel
Chorus. In time thou hast resolv'd, the man re-
Officer. Samson, this second message from our lords To thee I am bid say. Art thou our slave, Our captive, at the publick mill our drudge And dar'st thou at our sending and command Dispute thy coming? come without delay; Or we shall find such engines to assail And hamper thee, as thou shalt come of force, Though thou wert firmlier fasten'd than a rock.
Samson. I could be well content to try their art.
Which to no few of them would prove pernicious.
Officer. I praise thy resolution: doff these links
Samson. Brethren, farewell; your company along I will not wish, lest it perhaps offend them To see me girt with friends; and how the sight Of me, as of a common enemy, So dreaded once, may now exasperate them, I know not: lords are lordliest in their wine; And the well-feasted priest then soonest fir'd With zeal, if aught religion seem concern'd; No less the people, on their holy-days, Impetuous, insolent, unquenchable: Happen what may, of me expect to hear Nothing dishonourable, impure, unworthy Our God, our Law, my Nation, or myself, The last of me or no I cannot warrant. Chorus. Go, and the Holy one
Of Israel be thy guide
To what may serve his glory best, and spread his
Be efficacious in thee now at need. . . .
For never was from Heaven imparted
But that, which mov'd my coming now, was chiefly
Chorus. That hope would much rejoice us to partake With thee; say, reverend Sire, we thirst to hear.
Manoah. I have attempted one by one the lords Either at home, or through the high street passing, With supplication prone and father's tears, To accept of ransom for my son their prisoner. Some much averse 1 found and wonderous harsh, Contemptuous, proud, set on revenge and spite; That part most reverenc'd Dagon and his priests: Others more moderate seeming, but their aim Private reward, for which both God and State. They easily would set to sale: a third More generous far and civil, who confess'd They had enough reveng'd; having reduc'd Their foe to misery beneath their fears, The rest was magnanimity to remit, If some convenient ransom were propos'd. What noise or shout was that? it tore the sky.
Chorus. Doubtless the people shouting to behold Their once great dread, captive, and blind before
them, Or at some proof of strength before them shown.
Manoah. His ransom, if my whole inheritance May compass it, shall willingly be paid
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