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of gymnic artists, wrestlers, riders, runners, Phis day will be remarkable in my life
Off. Samson, this second message from our lords To make them sport with blind activity ?
To thee I am bid say. Art thou our slave, Do they not seek occasion of new quarrels, Our captive at the public mill, our drudge, On my refusal to distress me more,
And dar'st thou at our sending and command Or make a game of my calamities?
Dispute thy coming ? come without delay; Return the way thou cam'st: I will not come Or we shall find such engines to assail
Off. Regard thyself; this will offend them highly. And hamper thee, as thou shalt come of force,
Sams. Myself? my conscience, and internal peace. Though thou wert firmlier fasten'd than a rock. Can they think me so broken, so debas'd
Sams. I could be well content to try their art, With corporal servitude, that my mind ever Which to no few of them would prove pernicious Will condescend to such absurd commands ? Yet, knowing their advantages too many, Although their drudge, to be their fool or jester, Because they shall not trail me through their streets And in my midst of sorrow and heart-grief Like a wild beast, I am content to go. To show them seats, and play before their god, Masters' commands come with a power resistless The worst of all indignities, yet on me
To such as owe them absolute subjection; Join'd with extreme contempt? I will not come. And for a life who will not change his purpose ?
Of. My message was impos'd on me with speed, (So mutable are all the ways of men ;) Brooks no delay: is this thy resolution?
Yet this be sure, in nothing to comply Sams. So take it with what speed thy message Scandalous or forbidden in our law. needs.
Off. I praise thy resolution : doff these links: Of. I am sorry what this stoutness will produce. By this compliance thou wilt win the lords
[Erit. To favor, and perhaps to set thee free. Sams. Perhaps thou shalt have cause to sorrow Sams. Brethren, farewell; your company along indeed.
I will not wish, lest it perhaps offend them Chor. Consider, Samson; matters now are strain' To see me girt with friends; and how the sight Up to the height, whether to hold or break: Of me as of a common enemy, He's gone, and who knows how he may report So dreaded once, may now exasperate them, Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
I know not: lords are lordliest in their wine; Expect another message more imperious,
And the well-feasted priest then soonest fir'd More lordly thundering than thou well wilt bear. With zeal, if aught religion seem concern d ;
Sams. Shall I abuse this consecrated gift No less the people, on their holy-days, Or strength, again returning with my hair
Impetuous, insolent, unquenchable : After my great transgression, so requite
Happen what may, of me expect to hear Favor renew'd, and add a greater sin
Nothing dishonorable, impure, unworthy By prostituting holy things to idols ?
Our God, our law, my nation, or myself,
The last of me or no I cannot warrant.
Send thee the angel of thy birth, to stand Idolatrous, uncircumcis'd, unclean.
Fast by thy side, who from thy father's field
Of thy conception, and be now a shield
[tence holds. Be efficacious in thee now at need.
With youthful steps ? much livelier than erewhile God for the fear of man, and man prefer,
He seems ; supposing here to find his son,
Or of him bringing to us some glad news?
(Enter MANOAH.] Present in temples at idolatrous rites
Man. Peace with you, brethren; my inducement For some important cause, thou need'st not doubt.
By order of the lords now parted hence
And numbers thither flock: I had no will,
Lest I should see him forc'd to things unseemly. Nothing to do, be sure, that may dishonor
But that, which mov'd my coming now, was chiefly Our law, or stain my vow of Nazarite.
To give ye part with me what hope I have If there be aught of presage in the mind,
With good success to work his liberty.
Chor. That hope would much rejoice us to partake This evil on the Philistines is fallin : With thee; say, reverend sire, we thirst to hear. From whom could else a general cry be heard ?
Man I have attempted one by one the lords, The sufferers then will scarce molest us here; Either at home, or through the high street passing, From other hands we need not much to fear. With supplication prone and father's tears, What if, his eye-sight (for to Israel's God To accept of ransom for my son their prisoner. Nothing is hard) by miracle restor’d, Some much averse I found, and wondrous harsh, He now be dealing dole among his foes, Contemptuous, proud, set on revenge and spite ; And over heaps of slaughter'd walk his way? That part most reverenc'd Dagon and his priests : Man. That were a joy presumptuous to be thought. Others more moderate seeming, but their aim Chor. Yet God hath wrought things as incredible Private reward, for which both God and state For his people of old; what hinders now? They easily would set to sale : a third
Man. He can, I know, but doubt to think he will, More generous far and civil, who confess'd Yet hope would fain subscribe, and tempts belief. They had enough reveng'd; having reduc'd A little stay will bring some notice bither. Their foe to misery beneath their fears,
Chor. Of good or bad so great, of bad the sooner; The rest was magnanimity to remit,
For evil news rides post, while good news bates. If some convenient ransom were propos'd.
And to our wish I see one hither speeding, What noise or shout was that? it tore the sky. An Hebrew, as I guess, and of Our tribe.
Chor. Doubtless the people shouting to behold Their once great dread, captive, and blind before
[Enter MESSENGER.] them,
Mess. O whither shall I run, or which way fly Or at some proof of strength before them shown. The sight of this so horrid spectacle,
Man. His ransom, if my whole inheritance Which erst my eyes beheld, and yet behold, May compass it, shall willingly be paid
For dire imagination still pursues me. And number'd down: much rather I shall choose But providence or instinct of nature seems, To live the poorest in my tribe, than richest, Or reason though disturb’d, and scarce consulted, And he in that calamitous prison left.
To have guided me aright, I know not how, No, I am fix'd not to part hence without him. To thee first, reverend Manoah, and to these For his redemption all my patrimony,
My countrymen, whom here I knew remaining, If need be, I am ready to forego
As at some distance from the place of horror,
Man. The accident was loud, and here before thee Thou for thy son art bent to lay out all;
With rueful cry, yet what it was we hear not; Sons wont to nurse their parents in old age, No preface needs, thou seest we long to know. Thou in old age car'st how to nurse thy son,
Mess. It would burst forth, but I recover breath Made older than thy age through eye-sight lost. And sense distract, to know well what I utter.
Man. It shall be my delight to tend his eyes, Man. Tell us the sum, the circumstance defer. And view him sitting in the house, ennobled Mess. Gaza yet stands, but all her sons are fall'n, With all those high exploits by him achiev'd, All in a moment overwhelm'd and fall'n. And on his shoulders waving down those locks Man. Sad, but thou know'st to Israelites not saddest That of a nation arm'd the strength contain'd: The desolation of a hostile city.
(surfeit And I persuade me, God had not permitted
Mess. Feed on that first: there may in grief bo His strength again to grow up with his hair,
Man. Relate by whom. Garrison'd round about him like a camp
By Samson. of faithful soldiery, were not his purpose
That still lessens To use him further yet in some great service; The sorrow, and converts it nigh to joy. Not to sit idle with so great a gift
Mess. Ah! Manoah, I refrain too suddenly
To utter what will come at last too soon ;
Chor. Thy hopes are not ill-founded, nor seem vain Man. Suspense in news is torture, speak them out. Of his delivery, and the joy thereon
Mess. Take then the worst in brief, Samson is dead. Conceiv'd, agreeable to a father's love,
Man. The worst indeed, 0 all my hopes de In both which we, as next, participate.
feated Man. I know your friendly minds and what To free him hence! but death, who sets all free, Mercy of Heaven, what hideous noise was that, Hath paid his ransom now and full discharge. Horribly loud, unlike the former shout.
What windy joy this day had I conceiv'd Chor. Noise call you it, or universal groan, Hopeful of his delivery, which now proves As if the whole inhabitation perish'd!
Abortive as the first-born bloom of spring Blood, death, and deathful deeds, are in that noise, Nipe with the lagging rear of winter's frost ! Ruin, destruction at the utmost point.
Yet ere I give the reins to grief, say first, Man. Of ruin indeed methought I heard the noise : How died he ; death to life is crown or shame. Oh! it continues, they have slain my son.
All by him fell, thou say’st: by whom fell he ? Chor. Thy son is rather slaying them: that outcry What glorious hand gave Samson his death's wound ! From slaughter of one foe could not ascend.
Mess. Unwounded of his enemies he fell. (plain. Man. Some dismal accident it needs must be ; Man. Wearied with slaughter then, or how ? er. What shall we do, stay here or run and see?
Mess. By his own hands. Chor. Best keep together here, lest, running Man.
Self-violence ? what cause thither,
Brought him so soon at variance with himself We unawares run into danger's mouth.
Among his foes ?
Met from all parts to solemnize this feast.
Samson, with these inmix'd, inevitably The edifice, where all were met to see him, Pull'd down the same destruction on himself ; Upon their heads and on his own he pull'd. The vulgar only 'scap'd who stood without. Man. O lastly over-strong against thyself!
Chor. O dearly-bought revenge, yet glorious ! A dreadful way thou took'st to thy revenge. Living or dying thou hast fulfillid More than enough we know ; but while things yet The work for which thou wast foretold Are in confusion, give us, if thou canst,
To Israel, and now liest victorious Eye-witness of what first or last was done,
Among thy slain self-killid, Relation more particular and distinct.
Not willingly, but tangled in the fold Mess. Occasions drew me early to this city; Of dire necessity, whose law in death conjoin'd And, as the gates I enter'd with sun-rise,
Thee with thy slaughter'd foes, in number more The morning trumpets festival proclaim'd
Than all thy life hath slain before. [sublime, Through each high street: liule I had dispatch'd, 1. Semichor. While their hearts were jocund and When all abroad was rumor'd that this day
Drunk with idolatry, drunk with wine,
Before our living Dread who dwells
In Silo, his bright sanctuary :
Among them he a spirit of frenzy sent,
To call in haste for their destroyer;
Their own destruction to come speedy upon them.
Insensate left, or to sense reprobate, In their state livery clad; before him pipes,
And with blindness internal struck.
Despis'd and thought extinguish'd quite,
His fiery virtue rous'd
So virtue, given for lost,
Depress'd, and overthrown, as seera'd,
in the Arabian woods embost, (For so from such as nearer stood we heard)
That no second knows nor third,
And lay erewhile a holocaust,
That to the arched roof gave main support. Revives, reflourishes, then vigorous most
And, though her body die, her fame survives
Man. Come, come; no time for lamentation now, At last with head erect thus cried aloud,
Nor much more cause ; Samson hath quit himself * Hitherto, lords, what your commands impos'd Like Samson, and heroicly hath finish'd I have perform'd, as reason was, obeying,
A life heroic, on his enemies Not without wonder or delight beheld :
Fully reveng'd, hath left them years of mourning, Now of my own accord such other trial
And lamentation to the sons of Caphtor
To himself and father's house eternal fame;
With God not parted from him, as was fear'd,
Or knock the breast ; no weakness, no contempt, Lords, ladies, captains, counsellors, or priests, Dispraise, or blame ; nothing but well and fair, Their choice nobility and flower, not only
And what may quiet us in a death so noble, Of this but each Philistian city round,
Let us go find the body where it lies
The idle spear and shield were high up hung ;
The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ;
But peaceful was the night,
His reign of peace upon the Earth began :
Whispering new joys to the mild ocean,
(ware. While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed
Soak'd in his enemies' blood ; and from the stream
Chor. All is best, though we oft doubt
The stars, with deep amaze,
Bending one way their precious influence ;
Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence;
And, though the shady gloom
The Sun himself withheld his wonted speed,
The new-enlighten'd world no more should need:
(bear. Than his bright throne, or burning axletree, could
The shepherds on the lawn,
Sat simply chatting in a rustic row;
Full little thought they then,
That the mighty Pan
Was kindly come to live with them below; It was the winter wild,
Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, While the Heaven-born child
Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in awe to him,
When such music sweet Had doff'd her gaudy trim,
Their hearts and ears did greet, With her great Master so to sympathize :
As never was by mortal finger strook ;
As all their souls in blissful rapture took :
The air, such pleasure loth to lose,
(close. She wooes the gentle air
With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly To hide her guilty front with innocent snow; And on her naked shame,
Nature that heard such sound,
Beneath the hollow round
Now was almost won
And that her reign had here its last fulfilling; But he, her fears to cease,
She knew such harmony alone Sent down the meek-ey'd Peace;
Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union. She, crown'd with olive-green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere,
| At last surrounds their sight His ready harbinger,
| A globe of circular light, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing; That with long beams the shamefac'd night array'd; And, waving wide her myrtle wand,
The helmed Cherubim, She strikes an universal peace through sea and land. And sworded Seraphim,
Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd, No war, or battle's sound,
Harping in loud and solemn quire, Was heard the world around :
With unexpressive notes, to Heaven's new-born Heir.
Such music (as 'tis said)
The lonely mountains o'er, Before was never made,
And the resounding shore, But when of old the sons of morning sung, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament; While the Creator great
From haunted spring and dale,
Edg'd with poplar pale,
(mourn And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets Ring out, ye crystal spheres,
In consecrated earth, Once bless our human ears,
And on the holy hearth,
(plaint ; If ye have power to touch our senses so;
The Lars, and Lemures, moan with midnight And let your silver chime
In urns, and altars round, Move in melodious time;
A drear and dying sound And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow; Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint; And with your ninefold harmony,
| And the chill marble seems to sweat, Make up full consort to the angelic symphony. While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted seat.
For, if such holy song
Peor and Baälim
Forsake their temples dim,
And mooned Ashtaroth,
Heaven's queen and mother both,
The Libyc Hammon shrinks his horn, (mourn. And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day. In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded Thammuz Yea, Truth and Justice then
And sullen Moloch, fled,
Hath left in shadows dread
In vain with cymbals' ring
They call the grisly king,
The brutish gods of Nile as fast,
Nor is Osiris seen
In Memphian grove or green,
[loud The babe yet lies in smiling infancy,
Trampling the unshower'd grass with lowings That on the bitter cross
Nor can he be at rest Must redeem our loss ;
Within his sacred chest; So both himself and us to glorify:
Nought but profoundest Hell can be his shroud ; Yet first, to those ychain'd in sleep, (the deep; In vain with timbrell'd anthems dark The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through The sable-stoled sorcerers bear his worshipt ark With such a horrid clang
He feels from Judah's land As on mount Sinai rang,
[brake: The dreaded infant's hand, While the red fire and smouldering clouds out. The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyni The aged Earth, aghast
Nor all the gods beside With terror of that blast,
Longer dare abide, Shall from the surface to the centre shake; | Not Typhon huge, ending in snaky twine : When, at the world's last session,
(throne. Our babe, to show his Godhead true, [crew. The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread his Can in his swaddling bands control the damned And then at last our bliss
So, when the Sun in bed,
Curtain'd with cloudy red,
The flocking shadows pale
Troop to the infernal jail, Not half so far casts his usurped sway;
Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave; And, wroth to see his kingdom fail,
And the yellow-skirted Fayes
(maze. Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail. Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-lov'd The oracles are dumb,
But sce, the Virgin blest No voice or hideous hum
Hath laid her babe to rest; Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Time is, our tedious song should here have ending: Apollo from his shrine
Heaven's youngest-teemed star Can no more divine,
Hath fix'd her polish'd car, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending No nightly trance, or breathed spell,
And all about the courtly stable Inspires the pale-ey'd priests from the prophetic cell. Bright-harness'el angels sit in order serviceable.