As a petty enterprise of small enforce. HARAPHA. With thee a man condemn'd, a flave inroll'd, Due by the law to capital punishment? To fight with thee no man of arms will deign. SAMSON. 1225 Cam'ft thou for this, vain boafter, to furvey me, O Baal-zebub! can my ears unus'd SAMSON. 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. HARAPH A. This infolence other kind of answer fits. 1231. O Baal-zebub!] He is properly made to invoke Baalzebub, as afterwards to fwear by Aftaroth, that is the deities of the Philistines and neighb'ring nations, of whom we have faid fome 1235 SAMSON. Go baffled coward, left I run upon thee, Or fwing thee in the air, then dash thee down By Aftaroth ere long thou shalt lament CHORUS. His giantship is gone fomewhat creft-faln, Stalking with lefs unconscionable ftrides, And lower looks, but in a fultry chafe. SAMSON. I dread him not, nor all his giant-brood, Though fame divulge him father of five fons, All of gigantic fize, Goliah chief. CHORUS. He will directly to the lords, I fear, 1240 1245 1250 And with malicious counsel stir them up Some way or other yet further to afflict thee. He must allege fome caufe, and offer'd fight If they intend advantage of my labors, 1255 1259 The work of many hands, which earns my keeping But come what will, my deadlieft foe will prove Oh how comely it is, and how reviving 1265 1270 Το To quell the mighty of the earth, th'oppreffor, Tyrannic pow'r, but raging to pursue The righteous and all fuch as honor truth; He all their ammunition And feats of war defeats With plain heroic magnitude of mind And celeftial vigor arm'd, Their armories and magazines contemns, With winged expedition Swift as the lightning glance he executes But patience is more oft the exercise That tyranny or fortune can inflict. Either of these is in thy lot, Samfon, with might indued Above the fons of men; but fight bereav'd 1275 1280 1285 1290 May chance to number thee with those A Whom patience finally muft crown. 1295 This idol's day hath been to thee no day of reft, Laboring thy mind. More than the working day thy hands. And yet perhaps more trouble is behind, way Some other tending, in his hand His meffage will be short and voluble. OFFICER. Hebrews, the pris'ner Samfon here I feek. CHORUS. His manacles remark him, there he fits. OFFICER. Samfon, to thee our lords thus bid me fay; 1300 1305 This 1309. remark him,] Di- are defired to read rate. No wonftinguish him, point him out. der the, first reading is followed in Richardfon. all the editions, when it is fenfe ; 1313.-furpaffing human rate,] for it would have been followed in In the first edition it was printed all probability, though it had made race, but in the table of Errata we nonfenfe. 1325. mum |