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My trust is in the living God, who gave me 1140
Har. Presume not on thy God, whate'er he be, Thee he regards not, owns not, hath cut off Quite from his people, and deliver'd up Into thy enemies hand, permitted them To put out both thine eyes, and fetter'd send thee Into the common prison, there to grind
1161 Among the slaves and asses thy comrades, As good for nothing else, no better service With those thy boilt'rous locks, no worthy match For valor to assail, nor by the sword Of noble warrior, so to stain his honor, But by the barber's razor best subdued.
1165 Sams. All these indignities, for such they are From thine, these evils I deserve and more, Acknowledge them from God inflicted on me 1170 Justly, yet despair not of his final pardon Whose ear is ever open, and his eye Gracious to re-admit the suppliant; In confidence whereof I once again Defy thee to the tryal of mortal fight,
1175 By combat to decide whose God is God, Thine or whom I with Israel's sons adore.
Har. Fair honor that thou dost thy God, in trusting He will accept thee to defend his cause,
1179 A Murderer, a Revolter, and a Robber. (me these? Sams. Tongue-doughty Giant, how dost thou prove
Har. Is not thy nation subject to our lords ?
Sams. Among the daughters of the Philistines
Under pretence of bridal friends and guests,
Har. With thee a man condemn'd, a slave enroll’d, Due by the law to capital punishment? 1225 To fight with thee no man of arms will deign.
Sams. Cam's thou for this, vainboaster, to survey me, 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.
Har. O Baal-zebub! can my ears unus'd 1231 Hear these dishonors, and not render death?
Sams. No man withholds thee, nothing from thy Fear I incurable; bring up thy van,
(hand My heels are fetter'd but my fist is free. 1235
Har. This insolence other kind of answer fits.
Sams. Go baffled coward, lest I run upon thee, Though in these chains, bulk without fpirit vast, And with one buffet lay thy structure low, Or swing thee in the air, then dash thee down 1240 To th' hazard of thy brains and shatter'd sides.
Har. By Astaroth ere long thou shalt lament These braveries in irons loaden on thee.
Chor. His giantship is gone somewhat crest-fall'n, Stalking with less unconscionable strides,
1245 And lower looks, but in a sultry chafe.
Sams. I dread him not, nor all his giant-brood, Though fame divulge him father of five sons, All of gigantic size, Goliah chief.
Chor. He will directly to the lords, I fear, 1250 And with malicious counsel ftir them up
Some way or other
further to afflict thee. Sams. He must allege some cause, and offer'd fight Will not dare mention, left a question rise Whether he durft accept the offer or not, 1255 And that he durst not plain enough appear’d. Much more affliction than already felt They cannot well impose, nor I susain; If they intend advantage of my labors, The work of many hands, which earns my keeping With no small profit daily to my owners.
1261 But come what will, my deadliest foe will prove My speediest friend, by death to rid me hence, The worst that he can give, to me the best. Yet so it may fall out, because their end 1263 Is hate, not help to me, it may
with mine Draw their own ruin who attempt the deed.
Chor. Oh how comely it is, and how reviving To the spirits 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 boil'rous force of violent men Hardy and industrious to support Tyrannic pow'r, but raging to pursue 1275 The righteous and all such as honor truth; He all their ammunition And feats of war defeats With plain heroic magnitude of mind