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Samson made captive, blind, and now in the prison at Gaza, there to labour as in a common workhouse, on a festival-day, in the general cessation from labour, comes forth into the open air, to a place nigh, somewhat retired, there to sit awhile and bemoan his condition. Where he happens at length to be visited by certain friends and equals of his tribe, which make the chorus, who seek to comfort him what they can; then by his old father Manoah, who endeavours the like, and withal tells him his purpose to procure his liberty by ransom; and, lastly, that this feast was proclaimed by the Philistines as a day of thanksgiving for their deliverance from the hands of Samson, which yet more troubles him. Manoah then departs to prosecute his endeavour with the Philistian lords for Samson's redemption; who in the mean while is visited by other persons; and lastly by a public officer to require his coming to the feast before the lords and people, to play or show his strength in their presence. He at first refuses, disinissing the public officer with absolute denial to come; at length persuaded inwardly that this was from God, he yields to go along with him, who came now the second time with great threatenings to fetch him. The chorus yet remaining on the place, Manoah returns full of joyful hope, to procure ere long his son's deliverance: in the midst of which discourse an Hebrew comes in haste, confusedly at first, and afterward more distinctly, relating the catastrophe, what Samson had done to the Philistines, and by accident to himself: wherewith the tragedy ends.
Sams. (attendant leading him.) A little onward
lend thy guiding hand To these dark steps, a little further on; For yonder bank hath choice of sun or shade: There I am wont to sit, when any chance Relieves me from my task of servile toil, Daily in the common prison else enjoin'd me, Where I, a prisoner chain'd, scarce freely draw The air imprison'd also, close and damp, Unwholesome draught: but here I feel amends, The breath of heav'n fresh blowing, pure and sweet, With day-spring born; here leave me to respire. This day a solemn feast the people hold To Dagon, their sea-idol, and forbid Laborious works, unwillingly this rest Their superstition yields me; hence with leave 15 Retiring from the popular noise, I seek This unfrequented place to find some ease, Ease to the body some, none to the mind From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly swarm Of hornets arm’d, no sooner found alone,
2 dark steps] Euripidis Phænissæ, 841.
"Ηγού πάροιθε, θύγατερ, ώς τυφλώ πόδι. Richardson. 19 swarm] Sydney's Arcadia, p. 164, ed. 13th.
“A new swarm of thoughts stinging her mind.' Todd.
But rush upon me thronging, and present
let me not rashly call in doubt
33 captiv’d] And captiv’d kings.' Ross's Mel Heliconium, p. 55 · Israel captiv’d.' Cowley's Davideis, lib. ii. p. 84.
Under the seal of silence could not keep,
proves the source of all my miseries;
and so huge, that each apart Would ask a life to wail; but chief of all, O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age ! Light, the prime work of God, to me's extinct, 70 And all her various objects of delight Annull’d, which might in part my grief bave eas’d, Inferior to the vilest now become Of man or worm, the vilest here excel me; They creep, yet see, I dark in light exposed To daily fraud, contempt, abuse, and wrong,
53 strength] Ovidii Met. xii. 363.
• Tu vires sine mente geris.' Jortin.