Thy country sought of thee, it sought unjustly,
Against the law of nature, law of nations,
No more thy country, but an impious crew
Of men conspiring to uphold their state
By worse than hostile deeds, violating the ends
For which our country is a name so dear;
Not therefore to be obeyed. But zeal moved thee;
To please thy gods thou didst it: gods unable
To acquit themselves, and prosecute their foes
But by ungodly deeds, the contradiction
Of their own deity, gods cannot be ;

Less therefore to be pleased, obeyed, or feared.
These false pretexts and varnished colours failing,
Bare in thy guilt how foul must thou appear!

DALILA.

In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.

SAMSON.

For want of words, no doubt, or lack of breath; Witness when I was worried with thy peals.

DALILA.

I was a fool, too rash, and quite mistaken
In what I thought would have succeeded best.
Let me obtain forgiveness of thee, Samson;
Afford me place to show what recompense
Towards thee I intend for what I have misdone,
Misguided; only what remains past cure
Bear not too sensibly, nor still insist

To afflict thyself in vain: though sight be lost,
Life yet hath many solaces, enjoyed

Where other senses want not their delights
At home in leisure and domestic ease,
Exempt from many a care and chance to which
Eyesight exposes daily men abroad.

I to the lords will intercede, not doubting
Their favourable ear, that I may fetch thee
From forth this loathsome prison-house, to abide
With me, where my redoubled love and care
With nursing diligence, to me glad office,
May ever tend about thee to old age

With all things grateful cheered, and so supplied, That what by me thou hast lost thou least shalt miss

SAMSON.

No, no, of my condition take no care;

It fits not; thou and I long since are twain;
Nor think me so unwary or accursed,

To bring my feet again into the snare

Where once I have been caught; I know thy trains
Though dearly to my cost, thy gins, and toils;
Thy fair enchanted cup and warbling charms'
No more on me have power; their force is nulled,
So much of adder's wisdom2 I have learned

To fence my ear against thy sorceries.

If in my flower of youth and strength, when all men
Loved, honoured, feared me, thou alone couldst hate me
Thy husband, slight me, sell me, and forego me,
How wouldst thou use me now, blind, and thereby
Deceivable in most things as a child

Helpless, thence easily contemned, and scorned,
And last neglected? How wouldst thou insult,
When I must live uxorious to thy will
In perfect thraldom; how again betray me,
Bearing my words and doings to the lords
To gloss upon, and, censuring, frown or smile?
This jail I count the house of liberty

To thine, whose doors my feet shall never enter.

DALILA.

Let me approach at least, and touch thy hand.

SAMSON.

Not for thy life, lest fierce remembrance wake
My sudden rage to tear thee joint by joint.
At distance I forgive thee, go with that;
Bewail thy falsehood, and the pious works
It hath brought forth to make thee memorable
Among illustrious women, faithful wives:
Cherish thy hastened widowhood with the gold
Of matrimonial treason: so farewell.

DALILA.

I see thou art implacable, more deaf

To prayers than winds and seas; yet winds to seas
Are reconciled at length, and sea to shore:

Thy anger, unappeasable, still rages,

Eternal tempest never to be calmed.

1 Alluding, no doubt, to the story of Circe and the Sirens; but did not our author's fondness for Greek learning make him here forget that it is a little out of character to represent Samson acquainted with the mythology of that country?—Thyer.

2 See Psalm lviii. 4, 5.

Why do I humble thus myself, and, suing
For peace, reap nothing but repulse and hate?
Bid go with evil omen, and the brand
Of infamy upon my name denounced?
To mix with thy concernments I desist
Henceforth, nor too much disapprove my own.
Fame, if not double-faced, is double-mouthed,
And with contrary blast proclaims most deeds;
On both his wings, one black, the other white,
Bears greatest names in his wild airy flight.
My name perhaps among the circumcised
In Dan, in Judah, and the bordering tribes,
To all posterity may stand defamed,
With malediction mentioned, and the blot
Of falsehood most unconjugal traduced.
But in my country where I most desire
(In Ecron, Gaza, Asdod, and in Gath),
I shall be named among the famousest
Of women, sung at solemn festivals,
Living and dead recorded, who, to save
Her country from a fierce destroyer, chose
Above the faith of wedlock bands; my tomb
With odours visited and annual flowers; 2
Not less renowned than in Mount Ephraim
Jael, who with inhospitable guile

Smote Sisera sleeping through the temples nailed.
Nor shall I count it heinous to enjoy

The public marks of honour and reward

Conferred upon me, for the piety

Which to my country I was judged to have shown.
At this who ever envies or repines,

I leave him to his lot, and like my own.

CHORUS.

She's gone, a manifest serpent by her sting Discovered in the end, till now concealed.

SAMSON.

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.

1 Fame is always a goddess in the classic poets; but our author has made the muse masculine in Lycidas.

2 This would seem to have been an oriental custom, from what we read respecting the yearly lamentation for the daughter of Jephtha.

CHORUS.

Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power,
After offence returning, to regain

Love once possessed, nor can be easily
Repulsed without much inward passion felt,
And secret sting of amorous remorse.

SAMSON.

Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end, Not wedlock-treachery endangering life.

CHORUS.

It is not virtue,1 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
Had not so soon preferred

Thy paranymph, worthless to thee compared,
Successor in thy bed,

Nor both so loosely disallied

Their nuptials, nor this last so treacherously
Had shorn the fatal harvest of thy head.

Is it for that such outward ornament

Was lavished on their sex, that inward gifts
Were left for haste unfinished, judgment scant,
Capacity not raised to apprehend

Or value what is best

In choice, but oftest to affect the wrong?

Or was too much of self-love mixed,

Of constancy no root infixed,

That either they love nothing, or not long?
Whate'er it be, to wisest men and best

1 However just the observation may be, that Milton, in his Paradise Lost, seems to court the favour of the female sex, it is very certain that he did not carry the same complaisance into this performance. What the chorus here says outgoes the very bitterest satire of Euripides.-Thyer.

It will be recollected that Milton's own domestic life was not a happy one, and that some of the bitterness with which this poem is fraught may be traced to that cause.

2 Brideman. Cf. Judges xiv. 20.

Seeming at first all heavenly under virgin veil,
Soft, modest, meek, demure,

Once joined, the contrary she proves, a thorn
Intestine, far within defensive arms

A cleaving mischief,1 in his way to virtue
Adverse and turbulent, or by her charms
Draws him awry enslaved

With dotage, and his sense depraved

To folly and shameful deeds which ruin ends.
What pilot so expert but needs must wreck
Embarked with such a steers-mate at the helm?
Favoured 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,
Most shines, and most is acceptable 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,

Smile she or lour;

So shall he least confusion draw

On his whole life, not swayed

By female usurpation, or dismayed.

But had we best retire? I see a storm.

SAMSON.

Fair days have oft contracted wind and rain.

CHORUS.

But this another kind of tempest brings.

SAMSON.

Be less abstruse: my riddling days are past.

CHORUS.

Look now for no enchanting voice, nor fear The bait of honeyed 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.

1 An allusion to the poisoned garment sent to Hercules by Deis nira.