Mercy of Heaven! what hideous noise was that? Chor. Noise call you it, or universal groan, 1510 Blood, death, and deathful deeds, are in that noise, Ruin, destruction at the utmost point. Man. Of ruin indeed methought I heard the noise. Oh! it continues; they have slain my son. Chor. 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 Chor. Best keep together here, lest, running thither, We unawares run into danger's mouth. This evil on the Philistines is fallen: From whom could else a general cry be heard? Man. Chor. 1530 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. A little stay will bring some notice hither. Chor. Of good or bad so great, of bad the sooner; For evil news rides post, while good news baits. And to our wish I see one hither speedingAn Ebrew, as I guess, and of our tribe. 1540 Messenger. 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, 1550 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. Gaza yet stands; but all her sons are fallen, All in a moment overwhelmed and fallen. Man. Sad! but thou know'st to Israelites not saddest The desolation of a hostile city. 1560 Mess. Feed on that first; there may in grief be surfeit. The sorrow, and converts it nigh to joy. Mess. 1570 Suspense in news is torture; speak them out. Then take 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 ransom now and full discharge. What windy joy this day had I conceived, Hopeful of his delivery, which now proves Abortive as the first-born bloom of spring All by him fell, thou say'st; by whom fell he? 1580 Man. Wearied with slaughter, then, or how? explain. Mess. By his own hands. Man. Self-violence! What cause Brought him so soon at variance with himself At once both to destroy and be destroyed. Man. O lastly over-strong against thyself! 1590 Mess. Occasions drew me early to this city; And, as the gates I entered with sun-rise, The morning trumpets festival proclaimed Through each high street. Little I had dispatched, When all abroad was rumoured that this day Samson should be brought forth, to show the people Proof of his mighty strength in feats and games. I sorrowed 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, Of sort, might sit in order to behold; The other side was open, where the throng 1600 On banks and scaffolds under sky might stand: 1610 I among these aloof obscurely stood. The feast and noon grew high, and sacrifice Had filled their hearts with mirth, high cheer, and wine, In their state livery clad: before him pipes At length, for intermission sake, they led him With both his arms on those two massy pillars, At last, with head erect, thus cried aloud :— 66 1620 1630 Hitherto, Lords, what your commands imposed 1640 I have performed, as reason was, obeying, Not without wonder or delight beheld; I mean to show you of my strength yet greater This uttered, straining all his nerves, he bowed; When mountains tremble, those two massy pillars He tugged, he shook, till down they came, and drew 1650 Upon the heads of all who sat beneath, Chor. O dearly bought revenge, yet glorious! 1660 Living or dying thou hast fulfilled The work for which thou wast foretold To Israel, and now liest victorious Among thy slain self-killed; Not willingly, but tangled in the fold Of dire Necessity, whose law in death conjoined Semichor. While their hearts were jocund and sublime, Drunk with idolatry, drunk with wine Among them he a spirit of phrenzy sent, And urged them on with mad desire 1670 To call in haste for their destroyer. They, only set on sport and play, 1680 |