Her country from a fierce destroyer, chose Jael, who with hospitable guile Smote Sisera sleeping, through the temples nail'd. Nor shall I count it heinous to enjoy The public marks of honour and reward, Which to my country I was judg'd to have shown. At this whoever envies or repines, I leave him to his lot, and like my own. [Erit.] Chor. She's gone, a manifest serpent by her sting Discover'd in the end, till now conceal'd. Sams. So let her go; God sent her to debase me, And aggravate my folly, who committed To such a viper his most sacred trust Of secresy, my safety, and my life. [power, Chor. Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd, nor can be easily Repuls'd, without much inward passion felt And secret sting of amorous remorse. Sams. Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end, Not wedlock-treachery endangering life. Chor. It is not virtue, wisdom, valour, wit, Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit, That woman's love can win, or long inherit; But what it is, hard is to say, Harder to hit, (Which way soever men refer it,) Much like thy riddle, Samson, in one day Or seven, though one should musing sit. If any of these, or all, the Timnian bride Thy paranymph, worthless to thee compar'd, Nor both so loosely disallied Their nuptials, nor this last so treacherous Is it for that such outward ornament Or value what is best In choice, but oftest to affect the wrong? Of constancy no root infix'd, That either they love nothing, or not long? Once join'd, the contrary she proves, a thorn A cleaving mischief, in his way to virtue With dotage, and his sense deprav'd To folly and shameful deeds which ruin ends. What pilot so expert but needs must wreck Imbark'd with such a steers-mate at the helm ? Favour'd of Heaven, who finds One virtuous, rarely found, That in domestic good combines : Happy that house! his way to peace is smooth: But virtue, which breaks through all opposition, And all temptation can remove, Most shines, and most is accceptable above. Therefore God's universal law Gave to the man despotic power Over his female in due awe, Nor from that right to part an hour, So shall he least confusion draw By female usurpation, or dismay'd. [rain. Sams. Fair days have oft contracted wind and Chor. But this another kind of tempest brings. Sams. Be less abstruse, my riddling days are past. Chor. Look now for no enchanting voice, nor fear The bait of honied words; a rougher tongue Draws hitherward; I know him by his stride, The giant Harapha of Gath, his look Haughty, as is his pile high-built and proud. Comes he in peace? what wind hath blown him hither I less conjecture than when first I saw The sumptuous Dalila floating this way: His habit carries peace, his brow defiance. Sams. Or peace, or not, alike to me he comes. Chor. His fraught we soon shall know, he now arrives. [Enter HARAPHA.] Har. I come not, Samson, to condole thy chance, As these perhaps, yet wish it had not been, Though for no friendly intent. I am of Gath; That I was never present on the place Of those encounters, where we might have tried Sams. The way to know were not to see but taste. From the unforeskinn'd race, of whom thou bear'st [but do Sams. Boast not of what thou would'st have done, What then thou would'st; thou seest it in thy hand. Har. To combat with a blind man I disdain, And thou hast need much washing to be touch'd. Sams. Such usage as your honourable lords Afford me, assassinated and betray'd, Who durst not with their whole united powers thee, Or rather flight, no great advantage on me; Har. Thou durst not thus disparage glorious arms, Which greatest heroes have in battle worn, Their ornament and safety, had not spells And black enchantments, some magician's art, Arm'd thee or charm'd thee strong, which thou from Heaven Feign'dst at thy birth, was given thee in thy hair, Where strength can least abide, though all thy hairs Were bristles rang'd like those that ridge the back Of chaf'd wild boars, or ruffled porcupines. |