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I as a prophecy receive; for God,
SAMs. Spare that proposal, Father, spare the trouble Of that solicitation; let me here, As I deserve, pay on my punishment; And expiate, if poffible, my crime, Shameful garrulity. To have reveal'd Secrets of men, the secrets of a friend, How heinous had the fact been, how deserving Contempt, and scorn of all, to be excluded All friendship, and avoided as a blab,
495 The mark of fool set on his front! But I God's counsel have not kept, his holy secret Presumptuously have publish'd, impiously, Weakly at least, and shamefully: a fin That Gentiles in their parables condemn
Soo To their abyss and horrid pains confin'd. MAN. Be penitent and for thy fault contrite,
But act not in thy own amiction, Son:
575 Reject not then what offer'd means; who knows But God hath set before us, to return thee Home to thy country and his sacred house, Where thou mayst bring thy offerings, to avert His further ire, with prayers and vows renew'd ? 520
SAMs. His pardon I implore; but as for life, To what end should I seek it? When in strength All mortals I excell'd, and great in hopes With youthful courage and magnanimous thoughts Of birth from Heav'n foretold and high exploits, 525 Full of divine instinct, after some proof Of acts indeed heroic, far beyond The sons of Anak, famous now and blaz'd, Fearless of danger, like a petty God I walk'd about admir'd of all and dreaded
S3® On hostile ground, none daring my affront. Then (woll'n with pride into the snare I fell
Of fair fallacious looks, venereal trains,
545 Allure thee from the cool crystallin stream.
Sams. Wherever fountain or fresh current flow'd Against the eastern ray, translucent, pure With touch ethereal of Heav’n’s fiery rod, I drank, from the clear milky juice allaying
550 Thirst, and refresh'd; nor envy'd them the grape Whose heads that turbulent liquor fills with fumes.
CHO. O madness, to think use of strongest wines And strongest drinks our chief support of health, When God with these forbidd'n made choice to rear His mighty champion, strong above compare, Whose drink was only from the liquid brook!
SAMs. But what avail'd this temp'rance, not come Against another object more enticing ? [plete What boots it at one gate to make defense, 560 And at another to let in the foe, Effeminately vanquish'd ? by which means,
Now blind, dishearten'd, sham'd, dishonor'd, quell'd,
575 Haften the welcome end of all my pains.
Man. Wilt thou then serve the Philistines with that Which was exprefly giv’n thee to annoy them? [gift Better at home lie bed-rid, not only idle, Inglorious, unemploy'd,. with
580 But God, who causd a fountain at thy prayer From the dry ground to spring, thy thirst t’ allay After the brunt of. battel, can as easy Cause light again within thy eyes to spring, Wherewith to serve him better than thou hast; 585 And I persuade me fo; why else this strength Miraculous yet remaining in those locks ? His might continues in thee not for nought, Nor shall his wondrous gifts be frustrate thus.
Sams. All otherwise to ine my thoughts portend, That these dark orbs no more ihall treat with light, Nor th' other light of life continue long,
But yield to double darkness nigh at hand:
595 In all her functions
weary of herself,
Man. Believe not these suggestions, which proceed
Sams. O that torment should not be confin'd
My griefs not only pain me