In the camp of Dan Be efficacious in thee now at need. Measure of strength so great to mortal seed, MANOAH. Peace with you, brethren; my inducement 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 forced to things unseemly. CHORUS. That hope would much rejoice us to partake With thee; say, reverend sire, we thirst to hear. MANOAH. I have attempted one by one the lords Either at home, or through the high street passing, With supplication prone and father's tears, To accept of ransom for my son their prisoner. Some much averse I found and wondrous harsh, Contemptuous, proud, set on revenge and spite; That part most reverenced Dagon and his priests: Others more moderate seeming, but their aim Private reward, for which both god and state They easily would set to sale; a third More generous far and civil, who confessed They had enough revenged, having reduced Their foe to misery beneath their fears, The rest was magnanimity to remit, If some convenient ransom were proposed. What noise or shout was that? it tore the sky. CHORUS. Doubtless the people shouting to behold Their once great dread, captive and blind before them, Or at some proof of strength before them shown. MANOAH. His ransom, if my whole inheritance May compass it, shall willingly be paid And numbered 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 fixed not to part hence without him. If need be, I am ready to forego And quit: not wanting him, I shall want nothing CHORUS. Fathers are wont to lay up for their sons, MANOAH. It shall be my delight to tend his eyes. Useless, and thence ridiculous about him. And since his strength with eyesight was not lost, CHORUS. Thy hopes are not ill-founded, nor seem vain MANOAH. I know your friendly minds, and-Oh, what noise! Mercy of Heaven! what hideous noise was that? Horribly loud, unlike the former shout. CHORUS. Noise call you it, or universal groan, As if the whole inhabitation perished! Blood, death, and deathful deeds are in that noise, MANOAH. Of ruin, indeed, methought I heard the noise: Oh! it continues; they have slain my son! CHORUS. Thy son is rather slaying them; that outcry From slaughter of one foe could not ascend. MANOAH. Some dismal accident it needs must be: What shall we do, stay here or run and see? CHORUS. Best keep together here, lest running thither From whom could else a general cry be heard? MANOAH. That were a joy presumptuous to be thought CHORUS. Yet God hath wrought things as incredible For his people of old; what hinders now? MANOAH. 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. CHORUS. Of good or bad so great, of bad the sooner," MESSENGER. Oh, whither shall I run, or which way fly 1 Distributing his gifts and portions among his enemies. 2 Calton would assign the words, " of bad the sooner; for evil news rides post, while good news baits"-to Manoah, and the two following lines to the chorus. For dire imagination still pursues me. But providence or instinct of nature seems, MANOAH. 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. MESSENGER. It would burst forth, but I recover breath And sense distract, to know well what I utter. MANOAH. Tell us the sum; the circumstance defer. MESSENGER. Gaza yet stands, but all her sons are fallen; All in a moment overwhelmed and fallen. MANOAH. Sad, but thou know'st to Israelites not saddest, The desolation of a hostile city. MESSENGER. Feed on that first: there may in grief be surfeit. Relate by whom? MANOAH. MESSENGER. By Samson. MANOAH. That still lessens The sorrow, and converts it nigh to joy. MESSENGER. Ah! Manoah, I refrain too suddenly MANOAH. Suspense in news is torture; speak them out. MESSENGER. Take then the worst in brief; Samson is dead! MANOAH. The worst indeed. Oh, all my hope's defeated 1 Is wanting, as in Paradise Lost, x. 80. To free him hence! but death, who sets all free, How died he? death to life is crown or shame. MESSENGER. Unwounded of his enemies he fell. MANOAH. Wearied with slaughter then, or how? explain. At once both to destroy and be destroyed: MANOAH. O lastly over-strong against thyself! MESSENGER. Occasions drew me early to this city, And as the gates I entered with sunrise, 1 Warburton has noticed the imitation of Shakspeare, Henry VIII., act iii. sc. 6: "This is the state of man; to-day he puts forth |