For oft alike, both come to evil end.

So deal not with this once thy glorious Champion,

The Image of thy ftrength and mighty Minister.
What do I beg? how haft thou dealt already?
Behold him in his ftate calamitous,, and turn.
His labours, for thou canft, to peaceful end..

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But who is this, what thing of Sea or Land? Female of fex it seems,

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That fo bedeckt, ornate, and gay,

Comes this way failing,

Like a ftately Ship

Of Tarfus, bound for th' ifles

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Of Javan or Gadier,

With all her bravery on, and tackle trim,

Sails fill'd, and ftreamers waving,

Courted by all the winds that hold them play;

An Amber scent of odorous perfume,

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Her harbinger, a damfel train behind;

Some rich Philiflian Matron fhe may feem:

And now, at nearer view, no o other certain

Than Dalila thy Wife.

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Samf. My Wife! my Trait'refs! let her not come

[near me.

Chor. Yet on fhe moves, now ftands and eyes thee fix'd About t' have spoke, but now, with head declin'd,.

Like a fair flow'r furcharg'd with dew, fhe weeps,
And words addrefs'd feem tears diffolv'd,
Wetting the borders of her filken veil:

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But now again fhe makes address to speak.

Dal. With doubtful feet and wavering refolutione

I came, ftill dreading thy displeasure, Samfon,
Which to have, merited, without excufe,
I cannot but acknowledge: yet if tears
May expiate, (though the fact more evil drew

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In the perverse event than I forefaw)

My penance hath not flacken'd, though my pardon
No way affur'd. But conjugal affection

Prevailing over fear, and timorous doubt,
Hath led me on, defirous to behold

Once more thy face, and know of thy eftate,
If aught in my ability may ferve

To lighten what thou fuffer'ft, and appease
Thy mind with what amends is in my pow'r ;
Though late, yet in some part to recompenfe
My rafh, but more unfortunate misdeed.

Samf. Out, out, Hyena; these are thy wonted arts,
And arts of ev'ry woman falfe like thee,
To break all faith, all vows, deceive, betray;
Then as repentant to submit, beseech,

And reconcilement move with feign'd remorse,
Confefs, and promise wonders in her change;
Not truly penitent, but chief to try

Her Husband, how far urg'd his patience bears,
His virtue or weakness which way to affail:
Then with more cautious and instructed skill
Again tranfgreffes, and again fubmits;
That wifeft and beft men full oft beguil'd,
With goodness principl'd not to reject
The penitent, but ever to forgive,
Are drawn to wear out miferable days,
Entangl'd with a pois'nous bofom fnake,
If not by quick destruction foon cut off,
As I by thee, to Ages an example.

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Dal. Yet hear me, Samfon; not that I endeavour

To leffen or extenuate my offence,

But that on th' other fide if it be weigh'd

By itself, with aggravations not furcharg'd,

Or else with juft allowance counterpois'd,
I may, if poffible, thy pardon find

The cafier tow'rds me, or thy hatred lefs.

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Firft granting, as I do, it was a weakness
In me, but incident to all our fex,

Curiofity, inquifitive, importune.

Of fecrets, then with like infirmity

To publish them; both common female faults:
Was it not weakness alfo to make known

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For importunity, that is, for nought,

Wherein confifted all thy ftrength and safety ?

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To what I did thou fhew'dit me first the way.

But I to enemies reveal'd, and should not;

Nor fhould't thou have trufled that to woman's frailty:
Ere I to thee, thou to thy felf waft cruel.

Let weakness then with weakness come to parl,

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So near related, or the fame of kind,

Thine forgive mine; that men may cenfure thine
The gentler, if feverely thou exact not

More ftrength from me, than in thyfelf was found.

And what if Love, which thou interpret ft Hate,
The jealoufie of Love, powerful of sway,
In human hearts, nor lefs in mine tow'rds thee,
Caus'd what I did? I faw thee mutable

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Of fancy, fear'd left one day thou would'ft leave me

As her at Timna; fought by all means therefore

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How to endear, and hold thee to me firmeft:

No better way I faw than by importuning
To learn thy fecrets, get into my pow'r
Thy key of strength and fafety: thou wilt fay,
Why then reveal'd? I was affur'd by those
Who tempted me, that nothing was defign'd
Against thee but fafe cuftody, and hold.
That made for me, I knew that liberty
Would draw thee forth to perilous enterprises,
While I at home fat full of cares and fears,
Wailing thy abfence in my widow'd bed:
Here I fhould fill enjoy thee day and night
Mine and Love's pris'ner, not the Philiftins,
Whole to myself, unhazarded abroad,
Fearless at home of partners in my love.

These reasons in Love's law have past for good,

Though fond and reafonless to some perhaps ;

And love hath oft, well meaning, wrought much woe,
Yet always pity or pardon hath obtain❜d.

Be not unlike all others, not auftere
As thou art strong, inflexible as steel :
If thou in ftrength all mortals dost exceed,
In uncompaffionate anger do not fo.

Samf. How cunningly the Sorceress displays
Her own tranfgreffions, to upbraid me mine!
That malice, not repentance, brought thee hither,

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By this appears: I gave, thou fay'it, th' example;
I led the way: bitter reproach, but true.
I to myself was false, ere thou to me :

Such pardon therefore as I give my folly,

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Take to thy wicked deed; which when thou feeft
Impartial, felf-fevere, inexorable,

Thou wilt renounce thy feeking, and much rather

Confefs it feign'd. Weakness is thy excufe,

And I believe it; weakness to refift

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Philiftian gold: if weakness may excuse,
What Murtherer, what Traitor, Parricide,
Incestuous, Sacrilegious, but may plead it;
All wickedness is weakness: that plea therefore
With God or Man will gain thee no remiffion.
But Love constrain'd thee; call it furious rage
To fatisfie thy luft: Love seeks t' have Love;

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My Love how coud'st thou hope, who took'ft the way
To raise in me inexpiable hate,

Knowing, as needs I muft, by thee betray'd?

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In vain thou ftriv'it to cover shame with shame,

For by evafions thy crime uncover'st more.

Dal. Since thou determin'ft weakness for no plea
In man or woman, though to thy own condemning;
Hear what affaults I had, what fnares besides,
What fieges girt me round, ere I consented ; .

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Which might have aw'd the best refolv'd of Men,
The conftanteft, t' have yielded without blame.
It was not Gold, as to my charge thou lay'st,

That wrought with me: thou know'ft the Magiftrates
And Princes of my Country came in perfon,
Sollicited, commanded, threatn'd, urg'd,
Adjur'd by all the Bonds of civil Duty
And of Religion, prefs'd how juft it was,
How honourable, how glorious to entrap
A common enemy, who had deftroy'd

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Such numbers of our Nation: and the Priest
Was not behind, but ever at my ear,

Preaching how meritorious with the Gods

It would be to enfnare an irreligious

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Dishonourer of Dagon: what had I

T'oppofe against fuch powerful Arguments ?

Only my love of thee held long debate?

And combated in filence all their reasons

With hard conteft. At length that grounded maxim,
So rife and celebrated in their mouths

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Of wifeft men, that to the publick good

Private refpects muft yield, with grave authority

Took full poffeffion of me, and prevail'd;

Virtue, as I thought, Truth, Duty so enjoining.

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Samf. I thought where all thy circling wiles would end;

In feign'd Religion, fmooth hypocrifie.

But had thy love, ftill odiously pretended,

Been, as it ought, fincere, it wou'd have taught thee

Far other reafonings, brought forth other deeds.

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I before all the daughters of my Tribe

And of my Nation chofe thee from among

My enemies; lov'd thee, as too well thou knew'ft,

Too well, unbofom'd all my fecrets to thee,

Not out of levity, but over pow'r'd

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By thy request, who could deny thee nothing;

Yet now am judg'd an enemy. Why then

Didft thou at first receive me for thy Husband?

Then,