Bid go with evil omen, and the brand 970 980 ὕβριν λαχοῦσαν καὶ στύγος μ ̓ ἀπήλασας, καὶ ζῶσα καὶ θανοῦσα μὴ λήθης τυχεῖν, ΙΟΙΟ 1020 With odours visited and annual flowers; Not less renowned than in mount Ephraim Jael, who with inhospitable guile Smote Sisera sleeping, through the temples nailed. Nor shall I count it heinous to enjoy The public marks of honour and reward Conferred upon me, for the piety Which to my country I was judged to have shewn. At this whoever envies or repines, I leave him to his lot, and like my own. CHORUS. She is gone,-a manifest serpent by her sting, SAMSON. So let her go. God sent her to debase me, To such a viper his most sacred trust Of secrecy, my safety and my life. CHORUS. Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possessed, nor can be easily Repulsed, without much inward passion felt, 990 1000 ἀνθέων ἐτησίοισι καρποῦσθαι φοραῖς. ΧΟΡΟΣ. 1030 1039 αὐτόδηλος ὡς δράκαινα, τῶν μάλ' εὖ κεκρυμμένων ἐς τὰ νῦν κέντρων ἕκατι, φροῦδος ἐκ δόμων γυνή. ΣΑΜΨΩΝ. οὐδ ̓ ἐμοῦγ ̓ ἄκοντός ἐστιν, ὅντιν ̓ αἰκίᾳ τόσῃ κάρτα μωρον ὄντ ̓ ἐλέγξων, τήνδ' ἐπίηλεν Θεὸς, τὴν ἔχιδναν, ᾗ τὸ κρυπτόν μοι παρηγγυημένου ῥύσιον γέρας παρῆκα, τὸν ἐμὸν ἐκρίψας βίον. ΧΟΡΟΣ. ἀλλ' ὅμως δεινὸν σθένουσαν ἴσμεν εὔμορφον χάριν, δυσμενῆ τλᾶσαν κατελθεῖν, τόν τ' ἔρωτα τὸν πάλαι ἀναφέρειν, τὸ δ ̓ οὔτις ἀνδρῶν ῥᾳδίως ἂν ἐκβάλοι· And secret sting of amorous remorse. SAMSON. Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end, Not wedlock-treachery endangering life. CHORUS. It is not virtue, wisdom, valour, wit, Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit, That woman's love can win or long inherit; But what it is, hard is to say, Harder to hit, (Which way soever men refer it) Much like thy riddle, Samson, in one day If any of these, or all, the Timnian bride Thy paranymph, worthless to thee compared, Nor both so loosely disallied Their nuptials, nor this last so treacherously ΙΟΙΟ 1020 |