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Man. Of ruin indeed methought I heard the noise: Oh it continues, they have slain my
son. Cho. Thy son is rather slaying them, that outcry 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? 1520
Cho. Best keep together here, left running thither We unawares run into danger's mouth. This evil on the Philistines is fall’n; From whom could else a general cry be heard ? The sufferers then will scarce moleft us here,
1525 From other hands we need not much to fear. What if, his eye-fight (for to Ifrael'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? 1530
Man. That were a joy presumptuous to be thought.
Cho. Yet God hath wrought things as incredible For his people of old; what hinders now?
Man. He can I know, but doubt to think he will; Yet hope would fain subscribe, and tempts belief, 1535 A little stay will bring fome notice hither,
Cho. Of good or bad fo great, of bad the sooner;
For evil news rides post, while good news baits.
And to our wish I see one hither speeding,
An Hebrew, as I guess, and of our tribe. 1540
Mess. O whither shall I run, or which way Ay
The fight of this so horrid fpectacle,
Which erst my eyes beheld, and yet behold ?
For dire imagination ftill pursues me,
But providence or instinct of nature seems, 1545
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, 1550
So 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 seeft 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 fallin, All in a moment overwhelm'd and fall’n.
Man. Sad, but thou know'st to Ifraelites not faddest, The desolation of a hostile city.
[furfeit. Mess. Feed on that first, there may in grief be Man. Relate by whom. Mess. By Samson. Man. That still lessens The sorrow, and converts it nigh to joy.
Mess. Ah Manoah, I refrain too suddenly 1565 To utter what will come at last too soon ; Left evil tidings with too rude irruption Hitting thy aged ear should pierce too deep.
Man. Suspense in news is torture, speak them out. Mess. Take then the worst in brief, Samson is dead.
Man. The worst indeed, O all my hope 's defeated To free him hence! but death who sets all free
Hath paid his ransome now and full discharge.
What windy joy this day had I conceiv'd
Hopeful of his delivery, which now proves 1575
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 dy'd he; death to life is crown or shame.
All by him fell thou say'ft, by whom fell he, 1580
What glorious hand gave Samson his death's wound?
Mess. Unwounded of his enemies he fell.
Man. Wearied with slaughter then, or how? explain.
Mess. By his own hands.
Man. Self-violence ? what cause
Brought him fo foon at variance with himself 1585
Among his foes?
Mess. Inevitable cause,
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! 1590
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,
Eye-witness of what first or last was done,
Relation more particular and distinct.
1595 Mess. Occasions drew me early to this city,
the gates I enter'd with fun-rise,
The morning trumpets festival proclam'd
Through each high-street: little I had dispatch'd,
When all abroad was rumor'd that this day
Samson should be brought forth, to show the people
Proof of his mighty strength in feats and games;
I forrow'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 fort, might fit in order to behold;
The other side was open, where the throng
On banks and scaffolds under sky might stand; 1610
I among these aloof obscurely stood.
The feast and noon grew high, and facrifice
Had fill'd their hearts with mirth, high chear, and wine,
When to their sports they turn'd. Immediately
Was Samson as a public servant brought, 1615
In their state livery clad; before him pipes
And timbrels, on each fide went armed guards,
Both horfe and foot, before him and behind
Archers and singers, cataphracts and spears.
At fight of him, the people with a shout 1620
Rifted the air, clamoring 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, 1625
To heave, pull, draw, or break, he still perform'd
All with incredible, stupendous force,
None daring to appear antagonist.
At length for intermission fake they led him
Between the pillars; he his guide requested 1630
(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 1635
Felt in his arms, with head a while inclin'd,
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 cry'd aloud,
Hitherto, Lords, what your commands impos'd 1640
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 fhall 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 Philiftian city round,
Met from all parts to folemnize this feast.
Samson with these immix'd, inevitably
Pull'd down the same destruction on himself;
The vulgar only scap'd who stood without.
Cho. O dearly-bought revenge, yet glorious! 1660