Samf. All these indignities, for such they are By combat to decide whose God is God, 1175 Har. Fair honor that thou doft thy God, in trusting He will accept thee to defend his cause, 1179 A Murderer, a Revolter, and a Robber. (me these? Samf. Tongue-doughty Giant, how doft thou prove Har. Is not thy nation fubject to our lords? Their magistrates confess'd it, when they took thee As a league-breaker and deliver'd bound Into our hands: for hadft thou not committed 1185 Notorious murder on those thirty men At Afcalon, who never did thee harm, Then like a robber stripp'dst them of their robes ? Samf. Among the daughters of the Philiftines 1195 Under Under pretence of bridal friends and guests, Who threatning cruel death constrain'd the bride As on my enemies, wherever chanc'd, Is well ejected when the conquer'd can. 1205 1210 I was no private but a person rais'd But to their masters gave me up for nought, 1215 1220 Har. 1225 Har. With thee a man condemn'd, a flave enroll'd, Due by the law to capital punishment? To fight with thee no man of arms will deign. Samf. Cam'ft thou for this, vain boafter, to furvey me, To descant on my strength, and give thy verdict? Come nearer, part not hence so flight inform'd; But take good heed my hand survey 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. 123 1 (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 structure low, Or fwing 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. 1245 Chor. His giantship is gone somewhat crest-fall'n, Stalking with lefs unconscionable ftrides, And lower looks, but in a fultry chafe. 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 counfel ftir them up Some Some way or other yet further to afflict thee. And that he durft not plain enough appear'd. 1255 The work of many hands, which earns my keeping 1265 When God into the hands of their deliverer 1270 Puts invincible might To quell the mighty of the earth, th' oppressor, 'The brute and boift'rous force of violent men Hardy and industrious to support 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 And celestial vigor arm'd, Their armories and magazines contemns, With winged expedition Swift as the lightning glance he executes But patience is more oft the exercise 1280 1285 1290 This idol's day hath been to thee no day of rest, Laboring thy mind More than the working day thy hands. And yet perhaps more trouble is behind, 1300 For I descry this way Some other tending, in his hand T 1305 Off. |