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To something extraordinary my thoughts.
Chor. In time thou hast resolv'd, the man returns.
Off. Samson, this second message from our lords To thee I am bid say: Art thou our slave, Our captive, at the public mill our drudge, And dar'st thou at our sending and command Dispute thy coming ? come without delay; Or we shall find such engines to assail And harper thee, as thou shalt come of force, Though thou wert firmlier fasten'd than a rock.
Sams. I could be well content to try their art,
Off. 1 praise thy resolution: doff these links :
Sams. Brethren, farewell ; your company along
Impetuous, insolent, unquenchable :
* Chor. Go, and the Holy One Of Israel be thy guide To what may serve his glory best, and spread hi
name Great among the heathen round; Send thee the angel of thy birth to stand Fast by thy side, who from thy father's field, Rode up in flames after this message told Of thy conception, and be now a shield Of fire ; that Spirit that first rushed on thee In the camp of Dan Be efficacious in thee now at need; For never was from heaven imparted Measure of strength so great to mortal seed, As in thy wondrous actions hath been seen. But wherefore comes old Manoah in such haste With youthful steps? much livelier than erewhile He seems; supposing here to find his son, Or of him bringing to us some glad news? Man. Peace with you, brethren; my induce
ment hither Was not at present here to find my son, By order of the lords new parted hence To come and play before them at their feast. I heard all as I came, the city rings, And numbers thither flock, I had no will, Lest I should see him forc'd to things unseemly. But that which mov'd my coming now, was chiefly To give ye part with me what hope I have With good success to work his liberty.
Chor. That hope would much rejoice us to partake With thee; say, reverend Sire, we thirst to hear.
Man. I have attempted one by one the lords Either at home, or through the high street passing,
With supplication prone and father's tears,
Chor. Doubtless the people shouting to behold Their once great dread, captive, and blind before them, Or at some proof of strength before them shown.
Man. His ransom, if my whole inheritance May compass it, shall willingly be paid And number'd down : much rather I shall choose To live the poorest in my tribe, than richest, And he in that calamitous prison left. No, I am fix'd not to part hence without him. For his redemption all my patrimony If need be, I am ready to forego And quit: not wanting him, I shall want nothing.
Chor. Fathers are wont to lay up for their sons.
Man. It shall be my delight to tend his eyes,
Of faithful soldiery were not his purpose
Chor. Thy hopes are not ill-founded, nor seem vain
noise ? ,
Chor. Noise call you it or universal groan,
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 ?
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 ? 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 restord, He now be dealing dole among his foes, And over heaps of slaughter'd walk his way?
Man. That were a joy presumptious to be thought.
Chor. 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.
Chor. Of good or bad so great, of bad the sooner ;
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, 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 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
saddest The desolation of a hostile city. Mess. Feed on that first, there may in grief be
Man. That still lessens
Mess. Ah Monoah, I refrain too suddenly
Man. Suspense in news is torture, speak them out.