Samson and Delilah Page #9

You want to feel the strength

of his arms about you,

to hold him close and comfort him.

You want to bear him children.

l'd rather see him dead

than in your arms.

Take her away.

Guard.

Have mercy, great king.

Mercy for Samson!

Your mercy is like your love, Delilah.

Ruthless.

He'll get no honey from those bees.

The monkey men will cut him down.

They are devils.

No, they're very human.

The weak always band together

to pull down the strong.

Your lion has become a mouse.

Changed by the magic of love.

Garmiskar! Garmiskar!

Garmiskar! Garmiskar! Garmiskar!

Make him beg for mercy!

Whip him to the god's feet.

He will never kneel to Dagon.

There's great persuasion at

the end of a whip.

No whip will break his spirit.

Either he kneel to Dagon

or he dies before him.

ls this religious zeal, Ahtur?

No High Majesty.

Satisfaction.

What are they doing now?

Little spiders weave their web.

The little fish have caught a whale.

Look. Look at Delilah.

l will go to him.

lf you go to him,

you cannot come back to me.

Delilah! Delilah!

Delilah! Delilah!

He is mine to punish.

Go.

Delilah.

l must hurt you, my love,

That all may see.

Forgive me.

l warned you to stay away

from the temple.

When l strike, catch hold of the lash.

Lead me to the house of this temple.

l will.

Delilah! Delilah!

He stole my cloak, Delilah.

Let him wear the mark of your whip.

- He leads like a goat,

- Why can't l lead you like that?

You're not Delilah.

Make him crawl, Delilah.

Put a ring through his nose!

Your peacock makes sport with an ox.

She is mocking us, not Samson.

Lord of the Harvest, Conqueror of Death,

now shall Samson be humble at your feet.

- Make him bow!

- Bend his neck before Dagon!

Look, Delilah made him bow!

l'm weary, Delilah.

Let me feel the pillars

that l may lean upon them.

Only a little further.

Humble yourself before

their god, Samson.

Kneel.

The house of this temple

stands on these columns?

Yes...kneel.

The stone is cool.

l will rest here.

Let him be scourged...

Until he turns from his god.

Go, Delilah.

Run.

lnto the courtyard.

No.

Death will come into this temple.

The hand of the Lord will strike.

l will not be afraid.

You must leave now.

Wherever you are,

my love is with you.

Go.

Make him kneel to Dagon!

Yes!

Make him kneel!

He'll not kneel to any god but his own.

The edge of a sword will bend his knees.

Delilah.

Have you gone?

Delilah!

l pray thee,

strengthen me, O god.

Strengthen me only this once.

He thinks they're too close together!

- What's he doing?

- He's holding up the temple.

Scourge Samson to his knees

beneath the feet of Dagon.

This is better than l'd bargained for.

Why, the man's crazed.

He's the funniest clown l've ever seen.

Look!

lt moved.

The column's moving.

He has split the stone.

The man has the strength of a devil.

No the strength of a god.

Dagon, be more powerful than Samson.

Forward!

Run him through!

My eyes have seen thy glory, O god.

Now let me die with my enemies.

- Kill him!

- Cut him down!

Run, Lord Saran.

Save yourself.

Save yourself.

No! Oh!

Delilah.

Mercy!

He was so strong.

Why did he have to die?

His strength will never die, Saul.

Men will tell his story

for a thousand years.

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