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116 SAMSON AGONISTES.
SAMSON.
My Wife, my Traitrefs, let her not come near me.
CHORUS.
Yet on fhe moves, now Hands and eyes thee fix'd,
About t' have fpoke, but now, with head declin'd
Like a fair flow'r furcharg'd with dew, fhe weeps,
And words addrefs'd feem into tears diffolv'd,
the borders of her filken veil :
Wetting
But now again fhe makes addrefs to fpeak.
DALILA.
With doubtful feet and wavering refolution
I came, (till dreading thy difpleafure, Samfon,
Which to have merited, without excufe,
I cannot but acknowledge ; yet if tears
May expiate (though the fat more evil drew
In the perverfe 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 ought in my ability may ferve
To lighten what thou fuffer'ft, and appeafe
Thy mind with what amends is in my power,
Though late, yet in fome part to recompenfe
My
rafh but more unfortunate mifdeed.
SAMSON.
Out, out Hyaena; thefe are thy wonted arts,
And arts of every woman falfe like thee,
To break all faith, all vows, deceive, betray,