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IAnd peoples safety, which in part they effect:
Changest thy countenance,and thy hand with no re-
From thee on them, or them to thee of service.
Nor only dost degrade them, or remit To life obscur'd, which were a fair dismission, But throw'st them lower than thou didst exalt them Unseemly falls in human eye, [high, Too grievous for the trespass or omission, Oft leav'st them to the hostile sword' Of Heathen and prophane, their Carcasses To dogs and fowls a prey, or else captiv'd: Or to th' unjust tribunals, under change of times, And condemnation of th'ingateful multitude. If these they 'scape, perhaps in poverty With sickness and disease thou bow'st them down, Painful diseases and deform*d, In crude old age: ... Though not disordinate, yet cauiless fufPring; The punishment of dissolute days, in sine, Just or unjust, alike seem miserable,
K 3 For For oft alike, both come to evil end.
So deal not with this once thy glorious Champion* The Image of thy strength and mighty Minister. 'What do I beg? how hast thou dealt already? Behold him in his state calamitous, and turn His. labours, for thou canst, to peaceful end.
But who is this, what thing of Sea or Land?
That so bedecks, ornate, and gay.
With all her bravery on, and tackle trim,
Sails fiU'd, and streamers waving,
Courted by all the winds that hold them play,
An Amber scent of odorous perfume
Her harbinger, a damsel train behind
Some richThilistian Matron she may seem, •-" •
And now at nearer view, no other certain
Than Tialila thy Wife.;
Sams. My Wife, my Trayt'ress, let her not come
• -. ["near me.
Chor, Chor. Yet on she moves, now stands and eyes thee About t'havespoke,but now, with head declin'd,^x ^' Like a fair flow'r surcharg'd with dew, she weeps And words address'd seem tears dislolv'd, Wetting the Borders of her silk'n veil: But now again die makes address to speak.
'Dal. With doubtful feet and wavering resolution I came, still dreading thy displeasure, Samson^ Which to have merited, without excuse, I cannot but acknowledge} yet if tears May expiate (though the fact, more evil drew In the perverse event than I foresaw) My penance hath not slacken'd, though my pardon No way aslur'd. But conjugal affection Prevailing over fear, and timorous doubt ,, Hath led me on desirous to behold Once more thy face, and know of thy estate. If aught in my ability may serve To light'n what thou suffer'st, and appease .' Thy mind with what amends is in my pow'r, Though late, yet in some part to recompencc My rash, but more unfortunate misdeed. '=
K 4, Sams.
Sams, Out, out Hyanat these are thy wonted arts, And arts of ev'ry woman false like thee, To break all faith, all vows, deceive, betray, Then as repentant to submit, beseech, And reconcilement move with feign'd remorse, Confess, 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 assail: Then with more cautious and instructed skill Again transgresses, and again submits } That wisest and best men full oft beguil'd, With goodness principl'd not to reject; The penitent, but ever to forgive, Are drawn to wear out miserable days, Entangl'd with a pois'nous bosom snake, If not by quick destruction soon cut off As I by thee, to Ages an example,
'Dal. Yet hear me, Samson; not that I endeavour To lessen or extenuate my offence, But that on th'other side if it be weigh'd By it self, with aggravations not surcharg'd, Or else with just allowance counterpois'd,
I may, if possible, thy pardon find