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When to their sports they turn'd. Immediately Was Samson as a public servant brought,
In their state livery clad; before him pipes
At length for intermission sake they led him
With both his arms on those two massy pillars,
I mean to show you of my strength, yet greater;
He tugg'd, he shook, till down they came and drew
CHOR. O dearly bought revenge, yet glorious! Living or dying thou hast fulfill'd
The work for which thou wast foretold
To Israel, and now liest victorious
Among thy slain, self-kill'd
Not willingly, but tangled in the fold
Of dire necessity, whose law in death conjoin'd Thee with thy slaughter'd foes in number more Than all thy life had slain before.
[sublime, 1. SEMICHOR. While their hearts were jocund and Drunk with idolatry, drunk with wine, And fat regorg'd of bulls and goats, Chanting their idol, and preferring Before our living Dread who dwells
In Silo his bright sanctuary:
Among them he a spirit of frenzy sent,
And urged them on with mad desire
Their own destruction to come speedy upon them.
So fond are mortal men
Fall'n into wrath divine,
As their own ruin on themselves to invite,
And with blindness internal struck.
2. SEMICHOR. But he, though blind of sight, Despis'd and thought extinguish'd quite, With inward eyes illuminated,
His fiery virtue rous'd
From under ashes into sudden flame,
Like that self-begotten bird
1689 inward] H. More, Song of the Soul 1642. c. iii. st. 9. 'Our inward eyes that they be nothing bright.'
1095 villatic] Plin. lib. xxiii. sect. 17. 'Villaticas alites.'
In the Arabian woods imbost,
That no second knows nor third,
And lay ere while a holocaust,
From out her ashy womb now teem'd,
And though her body die, her fame survives
MAN. Come, come, no time for lamentation now, Nor much more cause: Samson hath quit himself Like Samson, and heroically hath finish'd
A life heroic, on his enemies
Fully reveng'd, hath left them years of mourning,
1700 imbost] Sandy's Psalms, p. 65. Lord! as the hart imbost with heat.' Quarles's Emblems, p. 290, 'imbost doth fly. Marino's Slaugh. of the Innocents, p. 61. Whiting's Albino and Bellama, p. 107.
Soak'd in his enemies' blood, and from the stream 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, 1730 To fetch him hence, and solemnly attend
With silent obsequy and funeral train
Home to his father's house: there will I build him
What th' unsearchable dispose
Of highest wisdom brings about,
And ever best found in the close.
Oft he seems to hide his face,
1733 Home] See Par. Reg. iv. 638.
Home to his mother's house private return'd.'
1740 high] Hawes's Past. of Pleasure, 1554. ch. xxxii. Right high aduentures unto you shall fall.'