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To free him hence! but death, who sets all free,
Mess. Unwounded of his enemies he fell. Man. Wearied with slaughter, then, or how?
Mess. By his own hands.
Man. Self-violence? what cause Brought him so soon at variance with himself Among his foes?
At once both to destroy and be destroyed;
Are in confusion, give us, if thou canst,
Mess. Occasions drew me early to this city;
When all abroad was rumoured that this day Samson should be brought forth to show the
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, With seats where all the lords, and each degree Of sort might sit in order to behold;
The other side was open, where the throng, On banks and scaffolds, under sky might stand;
I, among these, aloof obscurely stood.
The feast and noon grew high, and sacrifice Had filled their hearts with mirth, high cheer
When to their sports they turned.
Was Samson as a public servant brought,
Who had made their dreadful enemy their thrall.
He patient, but undaunted where they led him, Came to the place; and what was set before him,
Which without help of eye might be assayed, To heave, pull, draw, or break, he still per
All with incredible stupendous force,
At length, for intermission sake, they led him
As over-tired, to let him lean a while
Felt in his arms, with head awhile inclined,
one who Or some great matter in his mind revolved. At last, with head erect, thus cried aloud :— Hitherto, lords, what your commands im
I have performed, as reason was, obeying,
As with amaze shall strike all who behold." This uttered, straining all his nerves, he bowed;
As with the force of winds and waters pent, When mountains tremble, those two massy pillars
With horrible convulsion to and fro
He tugged, he shook, till down they came, and
The whole roof after them with burst of
Upon the heads of all who sat beneath,
With lavers pure, and cleansing herbs, wash off The clotted gore. I, with what speed the while,
(Gaza is not in plight to say us nay),
Will send for all my kindred, all my friends, To fetch him hence, and solemnly attend, 1731 With silent obsequy, and funeral train,
Home to his father's house; there will I build him
A monument, and plant it round with shade
Oft He seems to hide His face,
But unexpectedly returns,
And to His faithful champion hath in place
Bore witness gloriously; whence Gaza mourns, And all that band them to resist
His uncontrollable intent.
His servants He, with new acquist
Of true experience frem this great event,