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Samson
Ne'er think of that I know thy warbling charms
Thy trains thy wiles and fair enchanted cup
Their force is nulI'd where once I have been caught
I shun the snare These chains this prison-house
I count the house of liberty to thine
Dalila
Let me approach at least and touch thy hand
Samson
Not for thy life lest fierce remembrance wake
My sudden rage to tear thee limb from limb
At distance I forgive depart with that
Now triumph in thy falsehood so farewell
Dalila
Thou art more deaf to pray'rs than winds or seas
Thy anger rages an etemal tempest
Why should I humbly sue for peace thus scorn'd
With infamy upon my name denounc'd
When in this land I ever shall be held
The first of womankind living or dead
My praises shall be sung at solemn feasts
Who sav'd my country from a fierce destroyer