How dy'd he death to life is crown or fhame. Man, Wearied with slaughter then or how? explain. Man. Self-violence? what caufe Brought him fo foon at variance with himself 1585 Upon their heads and on his own he pull'd. 1590 A dreadful way, thou took'st to thy revenge. Eye-witness of what first or laft was done, 1395 Meff. Occafions drew me early to this City, And as the gates I enter'd with Sun-rife, The morning Trumpets Festival proclaim'd Through each high street: little had I dispatch'd, When all abroad was rumour'd that this day 1601 Samfon fhould be brought forth to shew the people Proof of his mighty ftrength in feats and games; I forrow'd at his captive ftate, but minded Not to be abfent at that spectacle. The building was a fpacious Theatre 1605 Half-round on two main Pillars vaulted high, With feats where all the Lords and each degree t Of fort, might fit in order to behold, The other fide was op'n, where the throng 1610 1616 The Feast and noon grew high, and Sacrifice None daring to appear Antagonist. 1625 At length for intermiffion fake they led him With both his arms on thofe two maffie Pillars 1640 And eyes faft fixt he flood as one who pray'd, 1646 I mean to fhew you of my ftrength, yet greater; 1655 1650 He tugg'd, he took, till down they came and drew The whole roof after them, with burft of thunder Upon the heads of all who fat beneath, Lords, Ladies, Captains, Councellors, or Friefts, Their choice Nobility and flower, not only Of this but each Philiftian City round Met from all parts to folemnize this Feast. Samfon with these immixt, inevitably Pull'd down the fame deftruction on himself; The vulgar only fcap'd who flood withont. Chor. O dearly-bought revenge, yet glorious! The work for which thou waft foretold Not willingly, but rangl❜d in the fold, 1666 1665 Of dire neceffity, whofe law in death conjoin'd 1669 Semichor. While their hearts were jocund and Drunk with Idolatry, drunk with Wine, And fat regorg'd of Bulls and Goats, [fublime, Chaunting their Idol, and preferring 5675 Among them he a fpirit of phrenzie fent, #S Who hurt their minds, And trg'd them on with mad defire Unweetingly importun'd 1680 Infenfate left, or to fenfe reprobate, And with blindness internal ftruck. Semichor. But he though blind of fight, Of tame villatick Fowl, but as an Eagle His cloudless thunder bolted on their heads. Depreft, and overthrown, as feem'd, Like that felf begott❜n Bird In the Arabian woods embost, That no fecond knows nor third,. And lay ere while a Holocauft, 1700 From out her afhie wonib now teem'd, 1705 And though her body die, her fame survives, A fecular Bird ages of lives. Man. Come, come, no time for lamentation now Nor much more cause, Samfon hath quit himself Like Samfon, and heroickly hath finish'd A life Heroick, on his Enemies 1711 1715 Fully reveng'd, hath left them years of mourning, 1721 Or knock the breaft, no weakness, no contempt,. Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fais,. |