Of his delivery, and thy joy thereon Conceiv'd, agreeable to a father's love, In both which we, as next, participate. Man. I know your friendly minds, and
Mercy of Heaven, what hideous noise was that Horribly loud, unlike the former shout?
Chor. Noise call you it, or universal groan, As if the whole inhabitation perish'd ? Blood, death, and deathful deeds, are in that noise, Ruin, destruction of the utmost point.
Man. Of ruin, indeed, methought I heard the
Oh! it continues, they have slain my son. Chor. Thy son is rather slaying them: that
From slaughter of one foe could not ascend. Man. Some dismal accident it needs must be; What shall we do, stay here or run and see?
Chor. Best keep together here, lest, running We unawares run into danger's mouth. [hither, This evil on the Philistines is fallen:
From whom could else a general cry be heard? The sufferers then will scarce molest us here; From other hands we need not much to fear. What if, his eye-sight (for to Israel's God Nothing is hard) by miracle restor'd, He now be dealing dole among his foes, And over heaps of slaughter'd walk his way?
Man. That were a joy presumptuous to be [ble
Chor. Yet God hath wrought things as incredi For his people of old; what hinders now?
Man. He can, I know, but doubt to think he
Yet hope would fain subscribe, and tempts besiet, A little stay will bring some notice hither.
Chor. Of good or bad so great, of bad the sooner; For evil news rides nost, while good news bates
And to our wish I see one hither speeding, An Hebrew, as I guess, and of our tribe.
Mess. O whither shall I run, or which way fly The sight of this so horrid spectacle, Which erst my eyes beheld, and yet behold? For dire imagination still pursues me. But Providence or instinct of nature seems, Or reason though disturb'd, and scarce consulted. To have guided me aright, I know not how, To thee first, reverend Manoah, and to these My countrymen, whom here I knew remaining, As at some distance from the place of horror, Though in the sad event too much concern'd.
Man. The accident was loud, and here before thee With rueful cry, yet what it was we hear not; No preface needs, thou seest we long to know. Mess. It would burst forth, but I recover breath And sense distract, to know well what I utter. Man. Tell us the sum, the circumstance defer. Mess. Gaza yet stands, but all her sons are fallen, All in a moment overwhelm'd and fallen.
Man. Sad, but thou know'st to Israelites not The desolation of a hostile city.
Mess. Feed on that first; there may in grief be
The sorrow, and converts it nigh to joy.
Mess. Ah! Manoah, I refrain too suddenly
To utter what will come at least too soon; Lest evil tidings with too rude irruption Hitting thy aged ear should pierce too deep.
Man. Suspense in news is torture, speak them
Mess. Take then the worst in brief: Samson is
Man. The worst indeed: O all my hopes de
To free him hence! but death, who sets all free, Hath paid his ransom now, and full discharge. What windy joy this day had I conceiv'd Hopeful of his delivery, which now proves Abortive as the first-born bloom of spring Nipt with the lagging rear of winter's frost. Yet ere I give the reins to grief, say first, How died he; death to life is crown or shame. All by him fell, thou say'st; by whom fell he? What glorious hand gave Samson his death's
Mess. Unwounded of his enemies he fell.
Man. Wearied with slaughter then, or how?
At once both to destroy, and be destroy'd; The edifice where all were met to see him, Upon their heads and on his own he pull'd.
Man. O lastly over-strong against thyself A dreadful way thou took'st to thy revenge. More than enough we know; but while things yet Are in confusion, give us, if thou canst, Eve-witness of what first or last was done, Relation more particular and distinct.
Mess. Occasions drew me early to this city; And, as the gates I enter'd with sun-rise, The morning trumpets festival proclaim' Through each high street: little I had dispatch'd, When all abroad was rumour'd that this day Samson should be brought forth, to show the
Proof of his mighty strength in feats and games; I sorrow'd at his captive state, but minded
Not to be absent at that spectacle. The building was a spacious theatre,
Half round, on two main pillars vaulted high, With seats where all the lords, and each degree Of sort, might sit in order to behold; The other side was open, where the throng On banks and scaffolds under sky might stand; 1 among these aloof obscurely stood. The feast and noon grew high, and sacrifice Had fill'd their hearts with mirth, high cheer, and
When to their sports they turn'd. Immediately Was Samson as a public servant brought, In their state livery clad; before him pipes And timbres, on each side went armed guards. Both horse and foot, before him and behind Archers and slingers, cataphracts and spears. At sight of him the people with a shout Rifted the air, clamouring their god with praise, Who had made their dreadful enemy their thrall. He, patient, but undaunted, where they led him, Came to the place; and what was set before him, Which without help of eye might be assay'd, To heave, pull, draw, or break, he still perform'd All with incredible, stupendous force; None daring to appear antagonist. At length for intermission's sake they led him Between the pillars; he his guide requested, (For so from such as nearer stood we heard,) As over-tir'd, to let him lean a while With both his arms on those two massy pillars That to the arched roof gave main support. He, unsuspicious, led him; which when Samson Felt in his arms, with head a while inclin'd, And eyes fast fix'd, he stood, as one who pray'd, Or some great matter in his mind revolv'd: At last with head erect thus cried aloud, "Hitherto, lords, what your commands impos'd I have perform'd. as reason was, obeying,
Not without wonder or delight beheld: Now of my own accord such other trial I mean to show you of my strength, yet greater, As with amaze shall strike all who behold." This utter'd, straining all his nerves, he bow'd, As, with the force of winds and waters pent, When mountains tremble: those two massy pillars With horrible convulsion to and fro
He tugg'd, he shook, till down they came, and drew The whole roof after them with burst of thunder Upon the heads of all who sat beneath, Lords, ladies, captains, counsellors, or priests, Their choice nobility and flower, not only Of this, but each Philistian city round, Met from all parts to solemnize this feast: Samson, with these immix'd, inevitably Pull'd down the same destruction on himself; The vulgar only 'scap'd, who stood without.
Chor. O dearly-bought revenge, yet glorious Living or dying thou hast fulfill'd The work for which thou wast foretold To Israel, and now liest victorious Among thy slain seaf-kill'd,
Not willingly, but tangled in the fold Of dire necessity, whose law in death conjoin'd Thee with thy slaughter'd foes in number more Than all thy life hath slain before.
1 Semichor. While their hearts were jocund and
Drunk with idolatry, drunk with wine, And fat regorg'd of bulls and goats, Chanting their idol, and preferring Before our living Dread who dwells In Silo, his bright sanctuary; Among them he a spirit of frenzy sent W'ho hurt their minds,
And urg'd them on with mad desire To call in haste for their destroyer: They, only set on sport and play, • Unweetingly importuned
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