Samson and Delilah (1949)
Hisham: [to Delilah] The trouble you brew today, you'll drink tomorrow.
Teresh: Out of the strong came forth sweetness? Hah! The fruit of the date palm! The tree is strong, and the fruit is sweet.
Semadar: Teresh, what on earth you feed date palms to make them eaters?
Samson: The oldest trick in the world. Silk trap, baited with a woman.
Delilah: You know a better bait, Samson? Men *always* respond.
Samson: You came to this house as wedding guests. Fire and death are your gifts to my bride. For all that I do against you now, I shall be blameless. I'll give you back fire for fire, and death for death!
Tubal: [holding Delilah and trading her for Semadar] Look! Here! Samson. My other daughter. Take her. She'll make you a much better wife. She's fairer than Semadar, and much, much more beautiful.
Samson: You give me a turnip for a...
Tubal: Wait, wait Samson. This one is a queen among women. Samson, look. Look. Have you ever seen eyes like that? So full of love for you? See the whiteness of her skin, smooth as a young dove's. Oh she'll grow into a rare blossom.
Samson: She'll grow into a thornbush!
Delilah: [grasps Samson] Did a thornbush steal the chariot that took you to the lion? Did a thornbush tell the Saran how you killed it with your bare hands? No, I did, and he believed me, then you chose Semadar.
Samson: Take your claws out of me!
Delilah: You'll never get them out of you. I made Ahtur steal the riddle's secret from Semadar. I lied to stop you from marrying her. I'll kill to keep you. You're the only thing in the world I want.
Samson: [to Tubal] Hold this fork-tongued adder before I put a heel on her.
Delilah: If you crush the life out of me I'd kiss you with my dying breath!
Samson: [to Tubal] And you want me to marry this wild cat?
[the Philistines are in shock as Samson gets his strength back]
Lord of Ashkelon: The man has the strength of a devil.
Saran of Gaza: No. The strength of a God.
Saran of Gaza: Tell this council the weapon used against you. Well, tell them. Speak.
Prince Ahtur: [hesitates] The jawbone of an ass.
Saran of Gaza: [laughs] Lord Athur, Military Governor of Dan, Prince of Philistia, Emir of Armies, beaten with the jawbone of an ass!
Delilah: [looking upon Samson in the gristmill, not knowing that he has been blinded] He has not dared to look at me.
Saran of Gaza: He cannot see you.
Delilah: I'll make him see me.
[stands in front of Samson, slowly noticing his blinded eyes, which fill her with deep remorse]
Delilah: He's blind. He can never see me again.
Saran of Gaza: Does that disturb you?
Delilah: I had your promise.
Saran of Gaza: No blade has touched his skin. No drop of his blood was shed.
Delilah: [sobs] You... you played with words to rob him of his eyes.
Saran of Gaza: It was you who betrayed him, not I.
Delilah: He was captive, in chains, yet the Lord of the Five Cities could not show him mercy?
Saran of Gaza: Did you show him mercy, Delilah? You wanted vengeance. You have it.
Saran of Gaza: Every cup of water, every morsel of food, must be guided into his hands. The mighty Samson, betrayed by a woman.
Saran of Gaza: Blinded, ridiculed, pitied.
Delilah: No, I did not blind him!
Saran of Gaza: [Delilah tries to go to Samson, but the Saran holds her back] Are you going to be as big a fool as you've made of him? He'd kill you. You cannot undo what has been done.
Delilah: [being tormented by the Saran's words that she "cannot undo" her betrayal of Samson, his subsequent blinding, and his bondage of grinding grain in the gristmill] I can! I can! Round and round, day after day, month after month. He never stops! I'm being crushed like the grain beneath the stone. This night must end sometime. O God of Samson, help me. He said you are everywhere. That you are almighty. Hear me. Give back the light to his eyes. Take my sight for his. O god of Samson... Help me.
Delilah: You love him. Women cannot deceive each other. It is in your face when you look at him. You want him for yourself.
Miriam: Yes, I love him. In his face, I see all that is strong and good. His name is like a cry of hope for us. I've dreamed that someday Samson would take me for his wife. But he's never looked upon me as a woman.
Delilah: His face... his name... shadows on the wall. You think that is love? You worship him with prayers and downcast eyes. I love him as a man of flesh and blood!
Miriam: He is not leaving you for me. There is a higher voice that speaks through him, and he will always answer its call. Even your treacherous beauty cannot turn him from it.
Delilah: I cannot fight against his god. But no woman will take him from me.
Samson: A man must marry where his heart leads him, little mother.
Hazelelponit: A man's heart can be blind, son.
Saran of Gaza: He was not captured by force of arms, but by their softness.
[Samson has chosen Semadar over Delilah as his bride]
Delilah: I hate him.
Tubal: Because he's a Danite?
Delilah: Because he's a fool!
Tubal: Most men are, Delilah. There's nothing you can do about it.
Delilah: [smiles craftily] Sometimes a bee can move an ox.
Samson: Your arms were quicksand. Your kiss was death. The name Delilah will be an everlasting curse on the lips of men.
Delilah: They're devils.
Saran of Gaza: No, they're very human. The weak always ban together to pull down the strong.
Lord of Gath: Your lion has become a mouse.
Saran of Gaza: Changed by the magic of love.
Targil: [about Samson's riddle] That scurvy riddle has no answer.
Delilah: Every riddle has an answer, only you are all to stupid to find it.
Gammad: Find it? Where?
Delilah: [pours wine into Gammad's cup] Not in your wine cup, Gammad.
Tubal: Your rich gifts rob me of words, Ahtur.
Prince Ahtur: They'll rob you of a daughter, Tubal, and enrich me with a wife.
Samson: [reaching for a cluster of grapes that Semadar has held up high] A man shouldn't have to reach at his own wedding feast.
Semadar: The most desirable grapes are always out of reach.
Samson: [reaches again] Not if you reach high enough.
Prince Ahtur: [grabs the cluster of grapes from Semadar's hand] Or wait long enough.
Semadar: You waited too long, Ahtur.
Samson: For what?
Prince Ahtur: Entertainment.
Semadar: Why should our guests care about a stupid game of words?
Prince Ahtur: It's no game to them. It's Danite against Philistine.
Semadar: The wine has dulled their senses.
Prince Ahtur: It hasn't dulled their anger.
Semadar: You're trying to frighten me because you don't want me to marry Samson.
Prince Ahtur: I don't want you to marry Samson but... there's hatred down there at your wedding feast. They think you've joined Samson against us.
Semadar: But I haven't. Tell them I haven't.
Prince Ahtur: No. You tell them the answer to the riddle.
Semadar: But I don't know it.
Prince Ahtur: Unfortunate.
Semadar: Ahtur, Samson has told me nothing.
Prince Ahtur: Surely he'll share the answer with so lovely a bride.
Semadar: But if he won't?
Prince Ahtur: Get it... or death may solve the Danite's riddle.
Saul: He was so strong. Why did he have to die?
Miriam: His strength will never die, Saul. Men will tell his story for a thousand years.
Lord of Ekron: [to Delilah] With a queen like you in Ekron, I could master the Earth.
Saran of Gaza: If you could master Delilah.
Samson: Miriam, you're further above me than the moon.
Miriam: But not as hard to reach. Only stretch out your hand.
Samson: I don't want to hurt you, Miriam. You're like a sparrow, so gentle and...
Miriam: That's a very gentle way of telling me that you're in love with someone else?
Samson: You always see through people as if they were cobwebs.
Miriam: I hear you saw a woman in Timnath.
Samson: Yes... and I can't forget her.
Miriam: You did the same with me. I can't forget you.
[Miriam walks to the door]
Samson: [approaches Miriam at the door] Miriam.
Miriam: I'll always be here.
[Miriam closes the door]
Hazelelponit: What did I tell you? He wants to marry a Philistine!
Manoah: Samson, you would not bring this shame upon us.
Samson: There's no shame in marriage, father.
Manoah: To a Philistine woman?
Samson: Father, Semadar pleases me. Go to Tubal of Timnath and say I will take his daughter to wife.
Manoah: The law forbids it.
Samson: A Philistine law?
Hisham: [From afar, Delilah observes her home going up in flames] Turn away, little mistress. Don't look anymore. All you have in the world is ashes and death.
Delilah: [turns around and sobs] Samson lives.
Hisham: May his flesh rot from his bones.
Delilah: Be still, old fool. If it takes all my life, I'll make him curse the day he was born.
Hisham: He called you a fork-tongued adder.
Delilah: He's going to feel its sting.
Hisham: [holds Delilah's hand] What strength can these hands have against him?
Delilah: Perhaps greater than a lion's and softer than a dove's. I'll find strength, Hisham. Strength to destroy him!
Prince Ahtur: This Samson has some unknown power, some secret that gives him superhuman strength. No man can stand against him.
Delilah: Perhaps he'll fall before a woman. Even Samson's strength must have a weakness. There isn't a man in the world who would not share his secrets with some woman.
Samson: I prayed for an angel of the Lord and the Devil sent me you.
Narrator: Before the dawn of history, ever since the first man discovered his soul, he has struggled against the forces that sought to enslave him. He saw the awful power of nature rage against him. The evil eye of the lightning... The terrifying voice of the thunder... The shrieking, wind-filled darkness enslaving his mind with shackles of fear. Fear bred superstition, blinding his reason. He was ridden by a host of devil gods. Human dignity perished on the altar of idolatry. And tyranny arose, grinding the human spirit beneath the conqueror's heel. But deep in man's heart still burned the unquenchable will for freedom. When this divine spark flames in the soul of some mortal, whether priest or soldier, artist or patriot, lover or statesman, his deeds have changed the course of human events and his name survives the ages. In the village of Zorah, in the land of Dan, one thousand years before the birth of Christ, lived such a man. In him, the elements had fused greatness and weakness, strength and folly. But with these, was a bold dream... liberty for his nation. The man's name was Samson. For forty years the Philistines had held his people in bondage.
Delilah: No, I will not listen.
Samson: But you asked me to...
Delilah: I don't want to hear you.
Samson: Three times you plagued me to tell you.
Delilah: And three times you've lied to me. You said new ropes that had never been used would hold you.
Samson: Who knows the strength of a rope that's never been used?
Delilah: Then you told me your strength would go if I wove your hair to the web of my loom. Now look at my loom.
Samson: I'd rather look at you.
Delilah: It's no use, Samson. You'll always find a new trick to deceive me. The night I came to the Valley of Sorek, you wanted to send me away. You were right. It is better that I go.