Or swing thee in the Air, then dash thee down
   To th’ hazard of thy brains and shatter’d sides.
   Harapha. By Astaroth7 e’re long thou shalt lament
   These braveries in Irons loaden on thee.
   Chorus. His Giantship is gone somewhat crest-fall’n,
   1245
   Stalking with less unconsci’nable strides,
   And lower looks, but in a sultrie chafe.
   Samson. I dread him not, nor all his Giant-brood,
   Though Fame divulge him Father of five Sons
   All of Gigantic size, Goliah chief.8
   1250
   Chorus. He will directly to the Lords, I fear,
   And with malitious counsel stir them up
   Some way or other yet further to afflict thee.
   Samson. He must allege some cause, and offer’d fight
   Will not dare mention, lest a question rise
   1255
   Whether he durst accept the offer or not,
   And that he durst not plain enough appear’d.
   Much more affliction then already felt
   They cannot well impose, nor I sustain;
   If they intend advantage of my labours
   1260
   The work of many hands, which earns my keeping
   With no small profit daily to my owners.
   But come what will, my deadliest foe will prove
   My speediest friend, by death to rid me hence,
   The worst that he can give, to me the best.
   1265
   Yet so it may fall out, because thir end
   Is hate, not help to me, it may with mine
   Draw thir own ruin who attempt the deed.
   Chorus. Oh how comely it is and how reviving
   To the Spirits of just men long opprest!
   1270
   When God into the hands of thir deliverer
   Puts invincible might
   To quell the mighty of the Earth, th’ oppressour,
   The brute and boist’rous force of violent men
   Hardy and industrious to support
   1275
   Tyrannic power, but raging to pursue
   The righteous and all such as honour Truth;
   He all thir Ammunition
   And feats of War defeats
   With plain Heroic magnitude of mind
   1280
   And celestial vigour arm’d,
   Thir Armories and Magazins contemns,
   Renders them useless, while
   With winged expedition
   Swift as the lightning glance he executes
   1285
   His errand on the wicked, who surpris’d
   Lose thir defence, distracted and amaz’d.
   But patience is more oft the exercise
   Of Saints, the trial of thir fortitude,
   Making them each his own Deliverer,
   1290
   And Victor over all
   That tyrannie or fortune can inflict;
   Either of these is in thy lot,
   Samson, with might endu’d
   Above the Sons of men; but sight bereav’d
   1295
   May chance to number thee with those
   Whom Patience finally must crown.
   This Idols day hath bin to thee no day of rest,
   Labouring thy mind
   More then the working day thy hands,
   1300
   And yet perhaps more trouble is behind.
   For I descry this way
   Some other tending, in his hand
   A Scepter or quaint9 staff he bears,
   Comes on amain, speed in his look.
   1305
   By his habit I discern him now
   A Public Officer, and now at hand.
   His message will be short and voluble.
   Officer. Ebrews, the Pris’ner Samson here I seek.
   Chorus. His manacles remark10 him, there he sits.
   1310
   Officer. Samson, to thee our Lords thus bid me say;
   This day to Dagon is a solemn Feast,
   With Sacrifices, Triumph, Pomp, and Games;
   Thy strength they know surpassing human rate,
   And now some public proof thereof require
   1315
   To honour this great Feast, and great Assembly;
   Rise therefore with all speed and come along,
   Where I will see thee heart’n’d and fresh clad
   T’ appear as fits before th’ illustrious Lords.
   Samson. Thou knowst I am an Ebrew, therefore tell them,
   1320
   Our Law forbids at thir Religious Rites
   My presence; for that cause I cannot come.
   Officer. This answer, be assur’d, will not content them.
   Samson. Have they not Sword-players, and ev’ry sort
   Of Gymnic Artists, Wrestlers, Riders, Runners,
   1325
   Juglers and Dancers, Antics, Mummers, Mimics,
   But they must pick me out with shackles tir’d,
   And over-labour’d at thir publick Mill,
   To make them sport with blind activity?
   Do they not seek occasion of new quarrels
   1330
   On my refusal to distress me more,
   Or make a game of my calamities?
   Return the way thou cam’st, I will not come.
   Officer. Regard thy self,11 this will offend them highly.
   Samson. My self? my conscience and internal peace.
   1335
   Can they think me so broken, so debas’d
   With corporal servitude, that my mind ever
   Will condescend to such absurd commands?
   Although thir drudge, to be thir fool or jester,
   And in my midst of sorrow and heart-grief
   1340
   To shew them feats, and play before thir god,
   The worst of all indignities, yet on me
   Joyn’d12 with extream contempt? I will not come.
   Officer. My message was impos’d on me with speed,
   Brooks no delay: is this thy resolution?
   1345
   Samson. So take it with what speed thy message needs.
   Officer. I am sorry what this stoutness13 will produce.
   Samson. Perhaps thou shalt have cause to sorrow indeed.
   Chorus. Consider, Samson; matters now are strain’d
   Up to the highth, whether to hold or break;
   1350
   He’s gone, and who knows how he may report
   Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
   Expect another message more imperious,
   More Lordly thund’ring then thou well wilt bear.
   Samson. Shall I abuse this Consecrated gift
   1355
   Of strength, again returning with my hair
   After my great transgression, so requite
   Favour renew’d, and add a greater sin
   By prostituting holy things to Idols;
   A Nazarite in place abominable
   1360
   Vaunting my strength in honour to thir Dagon?
   Besides, how vile, contemptible, ridiculous,
   What act more execrably unclean, prophane?
   Chorus. Yet with this strength thou serv’st the Philistines,
   Idolatrous, uncircumcis’d, unclean.
   1365
   Samson. Not in thir Idol-worship, but by labour
   Honest and lawful to deserve my food
   Of those who have me in thir civil power.
   Chorus. Where the heart joins not, outward acts defile not.
   Samson. Where outward force constrains, the sentence holds;
   1370
   But who constrains me to the Temple of Dagon,
   Not dragging? the Philistian Lords command.
   Commands are no constraints. If I obey them,
   I do it freely; venturing to displease
   God for the fear of Man, and Man prefer,
   1375
   Set God behind: which in his jealousie
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   Shall never, unrepented, find forgiveness.
   Yet that he may dispense with14 me or thee
   Present in Temples at Idolatrous Rites
   For some important cause, thou needst not doubt.
   1380
   Chorus. How thou wilt here come off surmounts my reach.
   Samson. Be of good courage, I begin to feel
   Some rouzing motions in me which dispose
   To something extraordinary my thoughts.
   I with this Messenger will go along,
   1385
   Nothing to do, be sure, that may dishonour
   Our Law, or stain my vow of Nazarite.
   If there be aught of presage in the mind,
   This day will be remarkable in my life
   By some great act, or of my days the last.
   1390
   Chorus. In time thou hast resolv’d, the man returns.
   Officer. 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
   1395
   Dispute thy coming? come without delay;
   Or we shall find such Engines to assail
   And hamper thee, as thou shalt come of force,
   Though thou wert firmlier fast’n’d then a rock.
   Samson. I could be well content to try thir Art,
   1400
   Which to no few of them would prove pernicious.
   Yet knowing thir advantages too many,
   Because they shall not15 trail me through thir streets
   Like a wild Beast, I am content to go.
   Masters commands come with a power resistless
   1405
   To such as owe them absolute subjection;
   And for a life who will not change his purpose?
   (So mutable are all the ways of men)
   Yet this be sure, in nothing to comply
   Scandalous or forbidden in our Law.
   1410
   Officer. I praise thy resolution, doff these links:
   By this compliance thou wilt win the Lords
   To favour, and perhaps to set thee free.
   Samson. Brethren farewel, your company along
   I will not wish, lest it perhaps offend them
   1415
   To see me girt with Friends; and how the sight
   Of me as of a common Enemy,
   So dreaded once, may now exasperate them
   I know not. Lords are Lordliest in thir wine;
   And the well-feasted Priest then soonest fir’d
   1420
   With zeal, if aught Religion seem concern’d:
   No less the people on thir Holy-days
   Impetuous, insolent, unquenchable;
   Happ’n what may, of me expect to hear
   Nothing dishonourable, impure, unworthy
   1425
   Our God, our Law, my Nation, or my self,
   The last of me or no I cannot warrant.
   Chorus. Go, and the Holy One
   Of Israel be thy guide
   To what may serve his glory best, and spread his name
   1430
   Great among the Heathen round:
   Send thee the Angel of thy Birth, to stand
   Fast by thy side, who from thy Fathers field
   Rode up in flames after his message told
   Of thy conception, and be now a shield
   1435
   Of fire; that Spirit that first rusht on thee
   In the Camp of Dan
   Be efficacious in thee now at need.
   For never was from Heav’n imparted
   Measure of strength so great to mortal seed,
   1440
   As in thy wond’rous actions hath been seen.
   But wherefore comes old Manoa in such hast
   With youthful steps? much livelier then e’re while
   He seems: supposing here to find his Son,
   Or of him bringing to us some glad news?
   1445
   Manoa. 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 thir Feast.
   I heard all as I came, the City rings
   1450
   And numbers thither flock; I had no will,
   Lest I should see him forc’t 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.
   1455
   Chorus. That hope would much rejoyce us to partake
   With thee; say reverend Sire, we thirst to hear.
   Manoa. I have attempted16 one by one the Lords
   Either at home, or through the high street passing,
   With supplication prone and Fathers tears
   1460
   T’ accept of ransom for my Son thir pris’ner;
   Some much averse I found and wondrous harsh,
   Contemptuous, proud, set on revenge and spite;
   That part most reverenc’d Dagon and his Priests;
   Others more moderate seeming, but thir aim
   1465
   Private reward, for which both God and State
   They easily would set to sale; a third
   More generous far and civil, who confess’d
   They had anough reveng’d, having reduc’t
   Thir foe to misery beneath thir fears;
   1470
   The rest was magnanimity to remit,17
   If some convenient ransom were propos’d.
   What noise or shout was that? it tore the Skie.
   Chorus. Doubtless the people shouting to behold
   Thir once great dread, captive, and blind before them,
   1475
   Or at some proof of strength before them shown.
   Manoa. His ransom, if my whole inheritance
   May compass it, shall willingly be paid
   And numberd down: much rather I shall chuse
   To live the poorest in my Tribe, then richest,
   1480
   And he in that calamitous prison left.
   No, I am fixt not to part hence without him.
   For his redemption all my Patrimony,
   If I need be, I am ready to forgo
   And quit: not wanting him, I shall want nothing.
   1485
   Chorus. Fathers are wont to lay up for thir Sons,
   Thou for thy Son art bent to lay out all;
   Sons wont to nurse thir Parents in old age,
   Thou in old age car’st how to nurse thy Son,
   Made older then thy age through eye-sight lost.
   1490
   Manoa. It shall be my delight to tend his eyes,
   And view him sitting in the house, ennobl’d
   With all those high exploits by him atchiev’d,
   And on his shoulders waving down those locks,
   That of a Nation arm’d the strength contain’d:
   1495
   And I perswade me God had not permitted
   His strength again to grow up with his hair
   Garrison’d round about him like a Camp
   Of faithful Souldiery, were not his purpose
   To use him further yet in some great service,
   1500
   Not to sit idle with so great a gift
   Useless, and thence ridiculous about him.
   And since his strength with eye-sight was not lost,
   God will restore him eye-sight to his strength.
   Chorus. Thy hopes are not ill founded nor seem vain
   1505
   Of his delivery, and thy joy thereon
   Conceiv’d, agreeable to a Fathers love,
   In both which we, as next18 participate.
   Manoa. I know your friendly minds and—O what noise!
   Mercy of Heav’n what hideous noise  
					     					 			was that!
   1510
   Horribly loud unlike the former shout.
   Chorus. Noise call you it or universal groan
   As if the whole inhabitation perish’d;
   Blood, death, and deathful deeds are in that noise,
   Ruin, destruction at the utmost point.
   1515
   Manoa. 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.
   Manoa. Some dismal accident it needs must be;
   1520
   What shall we do, stay here or run and see?
   Chorus. Best keep together here, lest running thither
   We unawares run into dangers mouth.
   This evil on the Philistines is fall’n,
   From whom could else a general cry be heard?
   1525
   The sufferers then will scarce molest us here,
   From other hands we need not much to fear.
   What if his eye-sight (for to Israels God
   Nothing is hard) by miracle restor’d,
   He now be dealing dole19 among his foes,
   1530
   And over heaps of slaughter’d walk his way?
   Manoa. That were a joy presumptuous to be thought.
   Chorus. Yet God hath wrought things as incredible
   For his people of old; what hinders now?
   Manoa. He can I know, but doubt to think he will;
   1535
   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;
   For evil news rides post, while good news baits.20
   And to our wish I see one hither speeding,
   1540
   An Ebrew, as I guess, and of our Tribe.
   Messenger. O whither shall I run, or which way flie
   The sight of this so horrid spectacle
   Which earst my eyes beheld and yet behold;
   For dire imagination still persues me?
   1545
   But providence or instinct of nature seems,