Of faithful soldiery, were not his purpose To use him further yet in some great service; Useless, and thence ridiculous about him. [vain And since his strength with cye-sight was not lost, CHO. Noise call you it, or universal groan, Blood, death, and deathless deeds, are in that noise, Ruin, destruction at the utmost point. [noise: MAN. Of ruin' indeed methought I heard the 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? CHO. Best keep together here, lest, running thiWe e unawares run into danger's mouth. [ther, This evil on the Philistines is fallen; From whom could else a general cry be heard: 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. A little stay will bring some notice hither. CHO. Of good or bad so great, of bad the sooner; For evil news rides post, while good news bates. And to our wish I see one hither speeding, An Hebrew, as I guess, and of our tribe. Enter Messenger. 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? But Providence or instinct of nature seems, [thee MAN. The accident was loud, and here before 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. [saddest MESS. Feed on that first; there may in grief be MAN. Relate by whom. [surfeit. By Samson. MESS. MAN. That still lessens The sorrow, and converts it nigh to joy. MESS. Ah! Manoah, I refrain too suddenly To utter what will come at last 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 out. [dead. MESS. Take then the worst in brief, Samson is MAN. The worst indeed! O all my hopes 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 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 wound? MESS. Unwounded of his enemies he fell. MAN. Wearied with slaughter then, or how? MAN. [explain. Self-violence? what cause Brought him so soon at variance with himself Among his foes? MESS. Inevitable cause At once both to destroy, and be destroy'd. MAN. O lastly over-strong against thyself! Are in confusion, give us, if thou canst, MESS. Occasions drew me early to this city; The building was a spacious theatre The feast and noon grew high, and sacrifice When to their sports they turn'd. Immediately Rifted the air, clamoring their god with praise, To heave, pull, draw, or break, he still perform'd At length for intermission sake they led him With both his arms on those two massy pillars, As with amaze shall strike all who behold." He tugg'd, he shook, till down they came and drew |