Read The Annotated Milton: Complete English Poems Online
Authors: John Milton,Burton Raffel
Tags: #Fiction, #General, #Literary Collections, #Poetry, #Classics, #English; Irish; Scottish; Welsh, #English poetry
Again in safety what thou would’st have done
To Samson, but shalt never see Gath more.
HAR. Thou durst not thus disparage glorious arms, 1130
Which greatest heroes have in battle worn,
Their ornament and safety, had not spells
And black enchantments, some magician’s art
Armed thee or charmed thee strong, which thou from Heav’n
Feignd’st at thy birth was giv’n thee in thy hair,
Where strength can least abide, though all thy hairs
Were bristles ranged like those that ridge the back
Of chafed
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wild boars or ruffled
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porcupines.
SAM. I know no spells, use no forbidden arts.
My trust is in the living God who gave me 1140
At my nativity this strength, diffused
No less through all my sinews, joints and bones,
Than thine, while
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I preserved these locks unshorn,
The pledge of my unviolated vow.
For proof hereof, if Dagon be thy god,
Go to his temple, invocate
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his aid
With solemnest devotion, spread before him
How highly it concerns his glory now
To frustrate and dissolve these magic spells,
Which I to be the power of Israel’s God 1150
Avow, and challenge Dagon to the test,
Offering to combat thee, his champion bold,
With th’ utmost of his godhead seconded:
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Then thou shalt see, or rather to thy sorrow
Soon feel, whose God is strongest, thine or mine.
HAR. Presume not on thy God, what e’er He be.
Thee He regards
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not, owns
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not, hath cut off
Quite from his
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people and delivered up
Into thy enemies’ hand, permitted them
To put out both thine eyes, and fettered send thee 1160
Into the common prison, there to grind
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Among the slaves and asses, thy comrades,
As good for nothing else, no better service
With those thy boist’rous
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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.
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SAM. All these indignities, for such they are
From thine,
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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
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to re-admit the suppliant.
In confidence whereof I once again
Defy
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thee to the trial of mortal fight,
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—
A murderer, a revolter,
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and a robber. 1180
SAM. Tongue-doughty
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giant, how dost thou prove me these?
HAR. Is not thy nation subject to our lords?
Their magistrates confessed it, when they took thee
As a league
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breaker and delivered, bound,
Into our hands—for hadst thou not committed
Notorious
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murder on those thirty men
At Askalon, who never did thee harm,
Then like a robber strip’dst them of their robes?
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The Philistines, when thou hadst broke the league,
Went up with armèd powers, thee only seeking, 1190
To others did no violence nor spoil.
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SAM. Among the daughters of the Philistines
I chose a wife, which argued
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me no foe,
And in your city held my nuptial feast.
But your ill-meaning politician
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lords,
Under pretence of bridal friends and guests,
Appointed to await me thirty spies,
Who threat’ning cruel death constrained
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the bride
To wring from me and tell to them my secret
That solved the riddle which I had proposed. 1200
When I perceived all set on enmity,
As
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on my enemies, wherever chanced,
I used
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hostility, and took their spoil
To pay my underminers
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in their coin.
My nation was subjected to your lords.
It was the force of conquest; force with force
Is well ejected when the conquered can.
But I a private
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person, whom my country
As a league
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-breaker gave up,
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bound, presumed
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Single
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rebellion and did hostile acts? 1210
I was no private but a person raised
With strength sufficient, and command from Heav’n,
To free my country. If their servile minds
Me their deliverer sent would not receive,
But to their masters gave me up for nought,
Th’ unworthier they. Whence to this day they serve.
I was to do my part from Heav’n assigned,
And had performed it if my known
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offense
Had not disabled me
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—not all your force.
These shifts
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refuted, answer thy appellant
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(Though by his blindness maimed for high attempts)
Who now defies
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thee thrice
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to single fight,
As a petty
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enterprise
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of small
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enforce.
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HAR. With thee, a man condemned, a slave enrolled,
Due by the law to capital punishment?
To fight with thee no man of arms will deign.
SAM. Cam’st thou for this, vain boaster, to survey
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me,
To descant
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on my strength, and give thy verdict?
Come nearer, part not hence so slight informed—
But take good heed my hand survey not thee. 1230
HAR. O Baal-zebub!
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Can my ears, unused,
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Hear these dishonors and not render
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death?
SAM. No man withholds thee, nothing from thy hand
Fear I incurable: bring up thy van!
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My heels are fettered, but my fist is free.
HAR. This insolence
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other kind of answer fits.
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SAM. Go, baffled
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coward, lest I run upon thee,
Though in these chains—bulk
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without spirit vast!—
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And with one buffet
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lay thy structure
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low,
Or swing thee in the air, then dash thee down 1240
To th’ hazard
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of thy brains and shattered sides.
HAR. By Astaroth, ere long thou shalt lament
These braveries,
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in irons loaden on thee.
CHOR. His giantship is gone, somewhat crestfall’n,
Stalking
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with less unconscionable
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strides
And lower looks, but in a sultry
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chafe.
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SAM. I dread him not, nor all his giant-brood,
Though fame
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divulge
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him father of five sons,
All of gigantic size, Goliath chief.
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CHOR. He will directly to the lords, I fear,
And with malicious counsel stir them up
Some way or other yet further to afflict thee.
SAM. He must allege some cause, and offered fight
Will not dare mention, lest a question rise
Whether he durst accept the offer or not,
And that he durst not plain enough appeared.
Much more affliction than already felt
They cannot well impose, nor I sustain,
If they intend advantage
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of my labors,
The work of many hands, which earns my keeping 1260
With no small profit daily to my owners.
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
Is hate, not help to me, it may—with mine—
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Draw their own ruin who attempt the deed.
CHOR. Oh how comely
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it is, and how reviving
To the spirits of just men long oppressed,
When God into the hands of their deliverer 1270
Puts invincible might
To quell
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the mighty of the earth, th’ oppressor,
The brute and boist’rous
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force of violent men,
Hardy
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and industrious
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to support
Tyrannic power, but raging
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to pursue
The righteous and all such as honor truth!
He
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all their ammunition
7907
And feats of war defeats
With plain heroic magnitude of mind
And celestial vigor armed,
Their armories and magazines contemns,
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Renders them useless, while
With wingèd expedition,
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Swift as the lightning glance,
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he executes
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His errand on the wicked, who surprised
Lose their defence, distracted
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and amazed.
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But patience is more oft the exercise
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Of Saints, the trial of their fortitude,
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Making them each his own deliverer,
And victor over all
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That tyranny or fortune can inflict.
Either of these is in thy lot,
Samson, with might endued
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Above the sons of men. But sight bereaved
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May chance to number thee with those
Whom patience finally must crown.
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.
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For I descry this way
Some other tending.
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In his hand
A scepter or quaint
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staff he bears,
Comes on amain,
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speed in his look.
By his habit I discern him now
A public officer, and now at hand.
His message will be short and voluble.
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OFF. Hebrews, the pris’ner Samson here I seek.
CHOR. His manacles remark
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him. There he sits.
OFF. Samson, to thee our lords thus bid me say:
This day to Dagon is a solemn feast,
With sacrifices, triumph, pomp,
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and games.