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Samson. Cam'st thou for this, vain boaster, to
survey me, 3.1 To descant on my strength, and give thy verdict ? :. Come nearer; part not hence so slight inform'd; . But take good heed my hand survey not thee. . .':
Harapha. O Baal-zebub! can my ears unus'd. Hear these dishonours, and not render death? is. Samson. No man witholds thee, nothing from thy hand .
His. . Fear I incurable; bring up thy van, .-*. My heels are fetter'd, but my fist is free. Harapha. This insolence other kind of answer
fits. Samson. Go, baffled coward ! lest I run upon thee Though in these chains, bulk without spirit vast, And with one buffet lay thy structure low, '-1 . Or swing thee in the air, then dash thee down me To the hazard of thy brains and shatter'd sides. --'1
Harapha. By Astaroth, ere long thou shalt lament These braveries, in irons loaden on thee. [Exit.] Chorus. His giantship is gone somewhat creste
fallen, Stalking with less unconscionable strides, And lower looks, but in a sultry chase.
Samson. I dread him not, nor all his giant-brood, Though Fame divulge him father of five sons, All of gigantick size, Goliah chief.
Chorus. He will directly to the lords, I fear,
And with malicious counsel stir them up .
Samson. He must allege some cause, and offer'd.
Will not dare mention, lest a question rise ..
Chorus. Oh how comely it is, and how reviving
And feats of war defeats,
But patience is more oft the exercise
This idol's day hath been to thee no day of rest,
A publick-officer, atid now at hand ...
Enter OFFICER. - Officer. Hebrews, the prisoner Samson here I seek.
Chorus. His manacles remark him, there he sits. · Officer. Samsoni,to thee our lords thus bid me say; This day to Dagon is a solemn feast, With sacrifices, triumph, pomp, and games i Thy strength they know surpassing human rate, And now some publiek proof thereof require To honout this great feast and great assembly; Rise therefore with all speed, and come along, Where I will see thee hearten'd and fresh clad, To appear, as fits, before the illustrious lords. Samson. Thou know'st I am an Hebrew, there.
fore tell them, Our Law forbids at their religious rites My presence ; for that cause I cannot come, Officer. This answer, bé assur'd, will not eontent
them. Sanson. Have they not sword-players, and every
sort Of gymnick artists, wrestlers, riders, runners; Juglers, and dancers, anticks, mummers; mimicks, But they must pick me out, with shackles tit'd, And over-labour'd at their publick mill, To make them sport with blind activity?
Do they not seek occasion of new quarrels
highly. Samson. Myself? my conscience, and internal
peace. Can they think me so broken, so debas'd: 13 . With corporal servitude, that my mind ever ta Will condescend to such absurd commands ? ou ! Although their drudge, to be their fool or jester, And in my midst of sorrow and heart-grief 1 To show them feats, and play before their God, The worst of all indignities, yet on me . Join'd with extreme contempt? I will not come. Officer. My message was impos'd on me with
speed, Brooks no delay; is this thy resolution? . Samson. So take it with what speed thy message
needs. Officer. I am sorry what this stoutness will produce.
[Exit.] Samson. Perhaps thou shalt have cause to sorrow
indeed. Chorus. Consider, Samson ; matters now are
strain'd Up to the highth, whether to hold or break;