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    The Complete Poetry of John Milton

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      Dire inflammation which no cooling herb

      Or medcinal liquor can asswage,

      Nor breath of Vernal Air from snowy Alp.

      Sleep hath forsook and giv’n me o’re

      630

      To deaths benumming Opium as my only cure.

      Thence faintings, swounings of despair,

      And sense of Heav’ns desertion.

      I was his nursling once and choice delight,

      His destin’d from the womb,

      635

      Promisd by Heav’nly message twice descending.

      Under his special eie

      Abstemious I grew up and thriv’d amain;

      He led me on to mightiest deeds

      Above the nerve of mortal arm

      640

      Against th’ uncircumcis’d, our enemies.

      But now hath cast me off as never known,

      And to those cruel enemies,

      Whom I by his appointment had provok’t,

      Left me all helpless with th’ irreparable loss

      645

      Of sight, reserv’d alive to be repeated

      The subject of thir cruelty, or scorn.

      Nor am I in the list of them that hope;

      Hopeless are all my evils, all remediless;

      This one prayer yet remains, might I be heard,

      650

      No long petition, speedy death,

      The close of all my miseries, and the balm.

      Chorus. Many are the sayings of the wise

      In antient and in modern books enroll’d;

      Extolling Patience as the truest fortitude;

      655

      And to the bearing well of all calamities,

      All chances incident to mans frail life

      Consolatories writ

      With studied argument, and much perswasion sought

      Lenient72 of grief and anxious thought,

      660

      But with th’ afflicted in his pangs thir sound

      Little prevails, or rather seems a tune,

      Harsh, and of dissonant mood from his complaint,

      Unless he feel within

      Some sourse of consolation from above;

      665

      Secret refreshings, that repair his strength,

      And fainting spirits uphold.

      God of our Fathers, what is man!

      That thou towards him with hand so various,

      Or might I say contrarious,

      670

      Temperst thy providence through his short course,

      Not ev’nly, as thou rul’st

      Th’ Angelic orders and inferiour creatures mute,

      Irrational and brute.

      Nor do I name of men the common rout,

      675

      That wandring loose about

      Grow up and perish, as the summer flie,

      Heads without name no more rememberd,

      But such as thou hast solemnly elected,

      With gifts and graces eminently adorn’d

      680

      To some great work, thy glory,

      And peoples safety, which in part they effect:

      Yet toward these thus dignifi’d, thou oft

      Amidst thir highth of noon,

      Changest thy countenance, and thy hand with no regard

      685

      Of highest favours past

      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 then thou didst exalt them high,

      690

      Unseemly falls in human eie,

      Too grievous for the trespass or omission,

      Oft leav’st them to the hostile sword

      Of Heathen and prophane, thir carkasses

      To dogs and fowls a prey, or else captiv’d:

      695

      Or to th’ unjust tribunals, under change of times,

      And condemnation of th’ ingrateful multitude.

      If these they scape, perhaps in poverty

      With sickness and disease thou bow’st them down,

      Painful diseases and deform’d,

      700

      In crude73 old age;

      Though not disordinate, yet causless suffring

      The punishment of dissolute days, in fine,

      Just or unjust, alike seem miserable,

      For oft alike, both come to evil end.

      705

      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 this state calamitous, and turn

      His labours, for thou canst, to peaceful end.

      710

      But who is this, what thing of Sea or Land?

      Femal of sex it seems,

      That so bedeckt, ornate, and gay,

      Comes this way sailing

      Like a stately Ship

      715

      Of Tarsus, bound for th’ Isles

      Of Javan or Gadier74

      With all her bravery on, and tackle trim,

      Sails fill’d, and streamers waving,

      Courted by all the winds that hold them play,

      720

      An Amber75 scent of odorous perfume

      Her harbinger, a damsel train behind;

      Some rich Philistian Matron she may seem,

      And now at nearer view, no other certain

      Then Dalila thy wife.

      725

      Samson. My Wife, my Traytress, let her not come near me.

      Chorus. Yet on she moves, now stands and eies thee fixt,

      About t’ have spoke, but now, with head declin’d

      Like a fair flower surcharg’d with dew, she weeps

      And words addrest seem into tears dissolv’d,

      730

      Wetting the borders of her silk’n veil:

      But now again she makes address to speak.

      Dalila. With doubtful feet and wavering resolution

      I came, still dreading thy displeasure, Samson,

      Which to have merited, without excuse,

      735

      I cannot but acknowledge; yet if tears

      May expiate (though the fact more evil drew

      In the perverse event then I foresaw)

      My penance hath not slack’n’d, though my pardon

      No way assur’d. But conjugal affection

      740

      Prevailing over fear, and timerous 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

      745

      Thy mind with what amends is in my power,

      Though late, yet in some part to recompense

      My rash but more unfortunate misdeed.

      Samson. Out, out Hyæna;76 these are thy wonted arts,

      And arts of every woman false like thee,

      750

      To break all faith, all vows, deceive, betray,

      Then as repentant to submit, beseech,

      And reconcilement move77 with feign’d remorse,

      Confess, and promise wonders in her change,

      Not truly penitent, but chief to try

      755

      Her husband, how far urg’d his patience bears,

      His vertue or weakness which way t’ assail:

      Then with more cautious and instructed skill

      Again transgresses, and again submits;

      That wisest and best men full oft beguil’d">760

      With goodness principl’d not to reject

      The penitent, but ever to forgive,

      Are drawn to wear out miserable days,

      Entangl’d with a poysnous bosom snake,

      If not by quick destruction soon cut off

      765

      As I by thee, to Ages an example.

      Dalila. 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,

      770

      Or else with just allowance counterpois’d,

      I may, if possible, thy pardon find

      The easier towards me, or thy hatred less.

      First granting, as I do, it was a weakness

      In me, but incident to all our sex,

      775

      Curiosity, inquisitive, importune

      Of secrets, then with like infirmity

      To publish them, both common female faults:

      Was it not weakness also to make known

      For importunity, that is for naught,

      780

      Wherein consisted all thy strength and safety?

      To what I did thou shewdst me first the way.

      But I to enemies reveal’d, and should not.

      Nor shouldst thou have trusted that to womans frailty:

      E’re I to thee, thou to thy self wast cruel.

      785

      Let weakness then with weakness come to parl

      So near related, or the same of kind,

      Thine forgive mine; that men may censure thine

      The gentler, if severely thou exact not

      More strength from me, then in thy self was found.

      790

      And what if Love, which thou interpret’st hate,

      The jealousie of Love, powerful of sway

      In human hearts, nor less in mine towards thee,

      Caus’d what I did? I saw thee mutable

      Of fancy, feard lest one day thou wouldst leave me

      795

      As her at Timna, sought by all means therefore

      How to endear, and hold thee to me firmest:

      No better way I saw then by importuning

      To learn thy secrets, get into my power

      Thy key of strength and safety: thou wilt say,

      800

      Why then reveal’d? I was assur’d by those

      Who tempted me, that nothing was design’d

      Against thee but safe custody, and hold:

      That made for me, I knew that liberty

      Would draw thee forth to perilous enterprises,

      805

      While I at home sate full of cares and fears

      Wailing thy absence in my widow’d bed;

      Here I should still enjoy thee day and night

      Mine and Loves prisoner, not the Philistines,

      Whole to my self, unhazarded abroad,

      810

      Fearless at home of partners in my love.

      These reasons in Loves law have past for good,

      Though fond and reasonless to some perhaps;

      And Love hath oft, well meaning, wrought much wo,

      Yet always pity or pardon hath obtain’d.

      815

      Be not unlike all others, not austere

      As thou art strong, inflexible as steel.

      If thou in strength all mortals dost exceed,

      In uncompassionate anger do not so.

      Samson. How cunningly the sorceress displays

      820

      Her own transgressions, to upbraid me mine!

      That malice not repentance brought thee hither,

      By this appears: I gave, thou say’st, th’ example,

      I led the way; bitter reproach, but true,

      I to my self was false e’re thou to me;

      825

      Such pardon therefore as I give my folly,

      Take to thy wicked deed: which when thou seest

      Impartial, self-severe, inexorable,

      Thou wilt renounce thy seeking, and much rather

      Confess it feign’d, weakness is thy excuse,

      830

      And I believe it. Weakness to resist

      Philistian gold: if weakness may excuse,

      What Murtherer, what Traytor, Parricide,

      Incestuous, Sacrilegious, but may plead it?

      All wickedness is weakness: that plea therefore

      835

      With God or Man will gain thee no remission.

      But Love constrain’d thee; call it furious rage

      To satisfie thy lust: Love seeks to have Love;

      My love how couldst thou hope, who tookst the way

      To raise in me inexpiable hate,

      840

      Knowing, as needs I must, by thee betray’d?

      In vain thou striv’st to cover shame with shame,

      Or by evasions thy crime uncoverst more.

      Dalila. Since thou determinst weakness for no plea

      In man or woman, though to thy own condemning,

      845

      Hear what assaults I had, what snares besides,

      What sieges girt me round, e’re I consented;

      Which might have aw’d the best resolv’d of men,

      The constantest t’ have yielded without blame.

      It was not gold, as to my charge thou lay’st,

      850

      That wrought with me: thou know’st the Magistrates

      And Princes of my countrey came in person,

      Sollicited, commanded, threat’n’d, urg’d,

      Adjur’d by all the bonds of civil Duty

      And of Religion, press’d how just it was,

      855

      How honourable, how glorious to entrap

      A common enemy, who had destroy’d

      Such numbers of our Nation: and the Priest

      Was not behind, but ever at my ear,

      Preaching how meritorious with the gods

      860

      It would be to ensnare an irreligious

      Dishonourer of Dagon: what had I

      T’ oppose against such powerful arguments?

      Only my love of thee held long debate;

      And combated in silence all these reasons

      865

      With hard contest: at length that grounded maxim

      So rife and celebrated in the mouths

      Of wisest men; that to the public good

      Private respects must yield; with grave authority

      Took full possession of me and prevail’d;

      870

      Vertue, as I thought, truth, duty so enjoyning.

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

      In feign’d Religion, smooth hypocrisie.

      But had thy love, still odiously pretended,

      Bin, as it ought, sincere, it would have taught thee

      875

      Far other reasonings, brought forth other deeds.

      I before all the daughters of my Tribe

      And of my Nation chose thee from among

      My enemies, lov’d thee, as too well thou knew’st,

      Too well, unbosom’d all my secrets to thee,

      880

      Not only of levity, but over-power’d

      By thy request, who could deny thee nothing;

      Yet now am judg’d an enemy. Why then

      Didst thou at first receive me for thy husband?

      Then, as since then, thy countries foe profest:

      885

      Being once a wife, for me thou wast to leave

      Parents and countrey; nor was I their subject,

      Nor under their protection but my own,

      Thou mine, not theirs: if aught against my life

      Thy countrey sought of thee, it sought unjustly,

      890

      Against the law of nature, law of nations,

      No more thy countrey, but an impious crew

      Of men conspiring to uphold thir state

      By worse then hostile deeds, violating th’ ends

      For which our countrey is a name so dear;

      895

      Not therefore to be obey’d. But zeal mov’d thee;

      To please thy gods thou didst it; gods unable

      To acquit themselves and prosecute their foes

      But by ungodly deeds, the contradiction

      Of their own deity, Gods cannot be:

      900


      Less therefore to be pleas’d, obey’d, or fear’d;

      These false pretexts and varnish’d colours failing,

      Bare in thy guilt how foul must thou appear!

      Dalila. In argument with men a woman ever

      Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.

      905

      Samson, For want of words no doubt, or lack of breath,

      Witness when I was worried with thy peals.78

      Dalila. I was a fool, too rash, and quite mistaken

      In what I thought would have succeeded best.

      Let me obtain forgiveness of thee, Samson,

      910

      Afford me place to shew what recompence

      Towards thee I intend for what I have misdone,

      Misguided; only what remains past cure

      Bear not too sensibly,79 nor still insist

      T’ afflict thy self in vain: though sight be lost,

      915

      Life yet hath many solaces, enjoy’d

      Where other senses want80 not their delights

      At home in leisure and domestic ease,

      Exempt from many a care and chance to which

      Eye-sight exposes daily men abroad.

      920

      I to the Lords will intercede, not doubting

      Thir favourable ear, that I may fetch thee

      From forth this loathsom prison-house, t’ abide

      With me, where my redoubl’d love and care

      With nursing diligence, to me glad office,

      925

      May ever tend about thee to old age

      With all things grateful chear’d, and so suppli’d,

      That what by me thou hast lost thou least shalt miss.

      Samson. No, no, of my condition take no care;

      It fits not; thou and I long since are twain;

      930

      Nor think me so unwary or accurst

      To bring my feet again into the snare

      Where once I have been caught; I know thy trains

      Though dearly to my cost, thy ginns, and toyls;81

      Thy fair enchanted cup, and warbling charms

      935

      No more on me have power, their force is null’d,

     


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