My truft is in the living God, who gave me 1140 At my nativity this ftrength, diffus'd No less through all my finews, joints and bones, For proof hereof, if Dagon be thy God, 1145 1150 Then thou shalt see, or rather to thy forrow 1154 To put out both thine eyes, and fetter'd fend thee 1161 Among the flaves and affes thy comrades, As good for nothing elfe, no better service With those thy boift'rous locks, no worthy match For valor to affail, nor by the fword 1165 Of noble warrior, so to stain his honor, But by the barber's razor best subdued. Samf. Samf. All these indignities, for such they are From thine, these evils I deferve and more, Acknowledge them from God inflicted on me 1170 Juftly, yet despair not of his final pardon Whose ear is ever open, and his eye Gracious to re-admit the fuppliant; In confidence whereof I once again Defy thee to the tryal of mortal fight, 1175 By combat to decide whofe God is God, At Afcalon, who never did thee harm, Then like a robber stripp'dst them of their robes? Samf. Among the daughters of the Philiftines But your ill-meaning politician lords, 1195 Under Under pretence of bridal friends and guests, Who threatning cruel death constrain'd the bride As on my enemies, wherever chanc'd, I was no private but a person rais'd 1205 1210 With strength fufficient and command from Heav'n But to their mafters gave me up for nought, 1215 1220 Har. Har. With thee a man condemn'd, a flave enroll'd, Due by the law to capital punishment? 1225 To fight with thee no man of arms will deign. Samf. Cam'ft thou for this, vain boafter, to survey me, To descant on my ftrength, and give thy verdict? Come nearer, part not hence fo flight inform’d; But take good heed my hand furvey not thee. Har. O Baal-zebub! can my ears unus'd Hear these dishonors, and not render death? Samf. No man withholds thee, nothing from thy Fear I incurable; bring up thy van, My heels are fetter'd but my fift is free. 1231 (hand 1235 Har. This infolence other kind of answer fits. Samf. Go baffled coward, left I run upon thee, Though in these chains, bulk without spirit vaft, And with one buffet lay thy ftructure low, Or swing thee in the air, then dash thee down 1240 To th' hazard of thy brains and shatter'd sides. Har. By Aftaroth ere long thou shalt lament These braveries in irons loaden on thee. Chor. His giantship is gone fomewhat creft-fall'n, Stalking with lefs unconfcionable ftrides, And lower looks, but in a sultry chafe. 1245 Samf. I dread him not, nor all his giant-brood, Though fame divulge him father of five fons, All of gigantic fize, Goliah chief. Chor. He will directly to the lords, I fear, 1250 And with malicious counsel ftir them up Some Some way or other yet further to afflict thee. 1255 Samf. He must allege fome caufe, and offer'd fight The work of many hands, which earns my keeping 1265 Chor. Oh how comely it is, and how reviving To the fpirits of just men long oppress'd! When God into the hands of their deliverer 1270 Puts invincible might To quell the mighty of the earth, th' oppressor, The brute and boifl'rous force of violent men Tyrannic pow'r, but raging to pursue 1275 The righteous and all fuch as honor truth; And feats of war defeats With plain heroic magnitude of mind And |