It suffices if the whole Drama be found not produc"t beyond the fift Act, of the style and uniformitie, and that commonly call"d the Plot, whether intricate or explicit, which is nothing indeed but such oeconomy, or disposition of the fable as may stand best with verisimilitude and decorum; they only will best judge who are not unacquainted with Aeschulus, Sophocles, and Euripides, the three Tragic Poets unequall"d yet by any, and the best rule to all who endeavour to write Tragedy. The circ.u.mscription of time wherein the whole Drama begins and ends, is according to antient rule, and best example, within the s.p.a.ce of 24 hours.
The Argument.
Samson made Captive, Blind, and now in the Prison at Gaza, there to labour as in a common work-house, on a Festival day, in the general cessation from labour, comes forth into the open Air, to a place nigh, somewhat retir"d there to sit a while 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 Manoa, who endeavours the like, and withal tells him his purpose to procure his liberty by ransom; lastly, that this Feast was proclaim"d by the Philistins as a day of Thanksgiving for thir deliverance from the hands of Samson, which yet more troubles him.
Manoa 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 publick Officer to require coming to the Feast before the Lords and People, to play or shew his strength in thir presence; he at first refuses, dismissing the publick officer with absolute denyal to come; at length perswaded inwardly that this was from G.o.d, he yields to go along with him, who came now the second time with great threatnings to fetch him; the Chorus yet remaining on the place, Manoa returns full of joyful hope, to procure e"re long his Sons deliverance: in the midst of which discourse an Ebrew comes in haste confusedly at first; and afterward more distinctly relating the Catastrophe, what Samson had done to the Philistins, and by accident to himself; wherewith the Tragedy ends.
The Persons
Samson.
Manoa the father of Samson.
Dalila his wife.
Harapha of Gath.
Publick Officer.
Messenger.
Chorus of Danites
The Scene before the Prison in Gaza.
Sam: 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 toyl, Daily in the common Prison else enjoyn"d me, Where I a Prisoner chain"d, scarce freely draw The air imprison"d also, close and damp, Unwholsom draught: but here I feel amends, The breath of Heav"n fresh-blowing, pure and sweet, 10 With day-spring born; here leave me to respire.
This day a solemn Feast the people hold To Dagon thir Sea-Idol, and forbid Laborious works, unwillingly this rest Thir Superst.i.tion yields me; hence with leave 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, 20 But rush upon me thronging, and present Times past, what once I was, and what am now.
O wherefore was my birth from Heaven foretold Twice by an Angel, who at last in sight Of both my Parents all in flames ascended From off the Altar, where an Off"ring burn"d, As in a fiery column charioting His G.o.dlike presence, and from some great act Or benefit reveal"d to Abraham"s race?
Why was my breeding order"d and prescrib"d 30 As of a person separate to G.o.d, Design"d for great exploits; if I must dye Betray"d, Captiv"d, and both my Eyes put out, Made of my Enemies the scorn and gaze; To grind in Brazen Fetters under task With this Heav"n-gifted strength? O glorious strength Put to the labour of a Beast, debas"t Lower then bondslave! Promise was that I Should Israel from Philistian yoke deliver; Ask for this great Deliverer now, and find him 40 Eyeless in Gaza at the Mill with slaves, Himself in bonds under Philistian yoke; Yet stay, let me not rashly call in doubt Divine Prediction; what if all foretold Had been fulfilld but through mine own default, Whom have I to complain of but my self?
Who this high gift of strength committed to me, In what part lodg"d, how easily bereft me, Under the Seal of silence could not keep, But weakly to a woman must reveal it 50 O"recome with importunity and tears.
O impotence of mind, in body strong!
But what is strength without a double share Of wisdom, vast, unwieldy, burdensom, Proudly secure, yet liable to fall By weakest suttleties, not made to rule, But to subserve where wisdom bears command.
G.o.d, when he gave me strength, to shew withal How slight the gift was, hung it in my Hair.
But peace, I must not quarrel with the will 60 Of highest dispensation, which herein Happ"ly had ends above my reach to know: Suffices that to me strength is my bane, And proves the sourse of all my miseries; So many, 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 then chains, Dungeon, or beggery, or decrepit age!
Light the prime work of G.o.d to me is extinct, And all her various objects of delight Annull"d, which might in part my grief have eas"d, Inferiour to the vilest now become Of man or worm; the vilest here excel me, They creep, yet see, I dark in light expos"d To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more then half.
O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, 80 Irrecoverably dark, total Eclipse Without all hope of day!
O first created Beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereav"d thy prime decree?
The Sun to me is dark And silent as the Moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Since light so necessary is to life, 90 And almost life itself, if it be true That light is in the Soul, She all in every part; why was the sight To such a tender ball as th" eye confin"d?
So obvious and so easie to be quench"t, And not as feeling through all parts diffus"d, That she might look at will through every pore?
Then had I not been thus exil"d from light; As in the land of darkness yet in light, To live a life half dead, a living death, 100 And buried; but O yet more miserable!
My self, my Sepulcher, a moving Grave, Buried, yet not exempt By priviledge of death and burial From worst of other evils, pains and wrongs, But made hereby obnoxious more To all the miseries of life, Life in captivity Among inhuman foes.
But who are these? for with joint pace I hear 110 The tread of many feet stearing this way; Perhaps my enemies who come to stare At my affliction, and perhaps to insult, Thir daily practice to afflict me more.
Chor: This, this is he; softly a while, Let us not break in upon him; O change beyond report, thought, or belief!
See how he lies at random, carelessly diffus"d, With languish"t head unpropt, As one past hope, abandon"d 120 And by himself given over; In slavish habit, ill-fitted weeds O"re worn and soild; Or do my eyes misrepresent? Can this be hee, That Heroic, that Renown"d, Irresistible Samson? whom unarm"d No strength of man, or fiercest wild beast could withstand; Who tore the Lion, as the Lion tears the Kid, Ran on embattelld Armies clad in Iron, And weaponless himself, 130 Made Arms ridiculous, useless the forgery Of brazen shield and spear, the hammer"d Cuira.s.s, Chalybean temper"d steel, and frock of mail Adamantean Proof; But safest he who stood aloof, When insupportably his foot advanc"t, In scorn of thir proud arms and warlike tools, Spurn"d them to death by Troops. The bold Ascalonite Fled from his Lion ramp, old Warriors turn"d Thir plated backs under his heel; 140 Or grovling soild thir crested helmets in the dust.
Then with what trivial weapon came to Hand, The Jaw of a dead a.s.s, his sword of bone, A thousand fore-skins fell, the flower of Palestin In Ramath-lechi famous to this day: Then by main force pull"d up, and on his shoulders bore The Gates of Azza, Post, and ma.s.sie Bar Up to the Hill by Hebron, seat of Giants old, No journey of a Sabbath day, and loaded so; Like whom the Gentiles feign to bear up Heav"n. 150 Which shall I first bewail, Thy Bondage or lost Sight, Prison within Prison Inseparably dark?
Thou art become (O worst imprisonment!) The Dungeon of thy self; thy Soul (Which Men enjoying sight oft without cause complain) Imprison"d now indeed, In real darkness of the body dwells, Shut up from outward light 160 To incorporate with gloomy night; For inward light alas Puts forth no visual beam.
O mirror of our fickle state, Since man on earth unparallel"d!
The rarer thy example stands, By how much from the top of wondrous glory, Strongest of mortal men, To lowest pitch of abject fortune thou art fall"n.
For him I reckon not in high estate 170 Whom long descent of birth Or the sphear of fortune raises; But thee whose strength, while vertue was her mate Might have subdu"d the Earth, Universally crown"d with highest praises.
Sam: I hear the sound of words, thir sense the air Dissolves unjointed e"re it reach my ear.
Chor: Hee speaks, let us draw nigh. Matchless in might, The glory late of Israel, now the grief; We come thy friends and neighbours not unknown 180 From Eshtaol and Zora"s fruitful Vale To visit or bewail thee, or if better, Counsel or Consolation we may bring, Salve to thy Sores, apt words have power to swage The tumors of a troubl"d mind, And are as Balm to fester"d wounds.
Sam: Your coming, Friends, revives me, for I learn Now of my own experience, not by talk, How counterfeit a coin they are who friends Bear in their Superscription (of the most 190 I would be understood) in prosperous days They swarm, but in adverse withdraw their head Not to be found, though sought. Wee see, O friends.
How many evils have enclos"d me round; Yet that which was the worst now least afflicts me, Blindness, for had I sight, confus"d with shame, How could I once look up, or heave the head, Who like a foolish Pilot have shipwrack"t, My Vessel trusted to me from above, Gloriously rigg"d; and for a word, a tear, 200 Fool, have divulg"d the secret gift of G.o.d To a deceitful Woman: tell me Friends, Am I not sung and proverbd for a Fool In every street, do they not say, how well Are come upon him his deserts? yet why?
Immeasurable strength they might behold In me, of wisdom nothing more then mean; This with the other should, at least, have paird, These two proportiond ill drove me transverse.
Chor: Tax not divine disposal, wisest Men 210 Have err"d, and by bad Women been deceiv"d; And shall again, pretend they ne"re so wise.
Deject not then so overmuch thy self, Who hast of sorrow thy full load besides; Yet truth to say, I oft have heard men wonder Why thou shouldst wed Philistian women rather Then of thine own Tribe fairer, or as fair, At least of thy own Nation, and as n.o.ble.
Sam: The first I saw at Timna, and she pleas"d Mee, not my Parents, that I sought to wed, 220 The daughter of an Infidel: they knew not That what I motion"d was of G.o.d; I knew From intimate impulse, and therefore urg"d The Marriage on; that by occasion hence I might begin Israel"s Deliverance, The work to which I was divinely call"d; She proving false, the next I took to Wife (O that I never had! fond wish too late) Was in the Vale of Sorec, Dalila, That specious Monster, my accomplisht snare. 230 I thought it lawful from my former act, And the same end; still watching to oppress Israel"s oppressours: of what now I suffer She was not the prime cause, but I my self, Who vanquisht with a peal of words (O weakness!) Gave up my fort of silence to a Woman.
Chor: In seeking just occasion to provoke The Philistine, thy Countries Enemy, Thou never wast remiss, I hear thee witness: Yet Israel still serves with all his Sons. 240
Sam: That fault I take not on me, but transfer On Israel"s Governours, and Heads of Tribes, Who seeing those great acts which G.o.d had done Singly by me against their Conquerours Acknowledg"d not, or not at all consider"d Deliverance offerd: I on th" other side Us"d no ambition to commend my deeds, The deeds themselves, though mute, spoke loud the dooer; But they persisted deaf, and would not seem To count them things worth notice, till at length 250 Thir Lords the Philistines with gather"d powers Enterd Judea seeking mee, who then Safe to the rock of Etham was retir"d, Not flying, but fore-casting in what place To set upon them, what advantag"d best; Mean while the men of Judah to prevent The harra.s.s of thir Land, beset me round; I willingly on some conditions came Into thir hands, and they as gladly yield me To the uncirc.u.mcis"d a welcom prey, 260 Bound with two cords; but cords to me were threds Toucht with the flame: on thir whole Host I flew Unarm"d, and with a trivial weapon fell"d Thir choicest youth; they only liv"d who fled.
Had Judah that day join"d, or one whole Tribe, They had by this possess"d the Towers of Gath, And lorded over them whom now they serve; But what more oft in Nations grown corrupt, And by thir vices brought to servitude, Then to love Bondage more then Liberty, 270 Bondage with ease then strenuous liberty; And to despise, or envy, or suspect Whom G.o.d hath of his special favour rais"d As thir Deliverer; if he aught begin, How frequent to desert him, and at last To heap ingrat.i.tude on worthiest deeds?
Chor: Thy words to my remembrance bring How Succoth and the Fort of Penuel Thir great Deliverer contemn"d, The matchless Gideon in pursuit 280 Of Madian and her vanquisht Kings; And how ingrateful Ephraim Not worse then by his shield and spear Had dealt with Jephtha, who by argument, Defended Israel from the Ammonite, Had not his prowess quell"d thir pride In that sore battel when so many dy"d Without Reprieve adjudg"d to death, For want of well p.r.o.nouncing Shibboleth.
Sam: Of such examples adde mee to the roul, 290 Mee easily indeed mine may neglect, But G.o.ds propos"d deliverance not so.
Chor: Just are the ways of G.o.d, And justifiable to Men; Unless there be who think not G.o.d at all, If any be, they walk obscure; For of such Doctrine never was there School, But the heart of the Fool, And no man therein Doctor but himself.
Yet more there be who doubt his ways not just, 300 As to his own edicts, found contradicting, Then give the rains to wandring thought, Regardless of his glories diminution; Till by thir own perplexities involv"d They ravel more, still less resolv"d, But never find self-satisfying solution.
As if they would confine th" interminable, And tie him to his own prescript, Who made our Laws to bind us, not himself, And hath full right to exempt 310 Whom so it pleases him by choice From National obstriction, without taint Of sin, or legal debt; For with his own Laws he can best dispence.
He would not else who never wanted means, Nor in respect of the enemy just cause To set his people free, Have prompted this Heroic Nazarite, Against his vow of strictest purity, To seek in marriage that fallacious Bride, 320 Unclean, unchaste.
Down Reason then, at least vain reasonings down, Though Reason here aver That moral verdit quits her of unclean: Unchaste was subsequent, her stain not his.
But see here comes thy reverend Sire With careful step, Locks white as doune, Old Manoah: advise Forthwith how thou oughtst to receive him.
Sam: Ay me, another inward grief awak"t, 330 With mention of that name renews th" a.s.sault.
Man: Brethren and men of Dan, for such ye seem, Though in this uncouth place; if old respect, As I suppose, towards your once gloried friend, My Son now Captive, hither hath inform"d Your younger feet, while mine cast back with age Came lagging after; say if he be here.
Chor: As signal now in low dejected state, As earst in highest; behold him where he lies.
Man: O miserable change! is this the man, 340 That invincible Samson, far renown"d, The dread of Israel"s foes, who with a strength Equivalent to Angels walk"d thir streets, None offering fight; who single combatant Duell"d thir Armies rank"t in proud array, Himself an Army, now unequal match To save himself against a coward arm"d At one spears length. O ever failing trust In mortal strength! and oh what not in man Deceivable and vain! Nay what thing good 350 Pray"d for, but often proves our woe, our bane?
I pray"d for Children, and thought barrenness In wedlock a reproach; I gain"d a Son, And such a Son as all Men hail"d me happy; Who would be now a Father in my stead?
O wherefore did G.o.d grant me my request, And as a blessing with such pomp adorn"d?
Why are his gifts desirable, to tempt Our earnest Prayers, then giv"n with solemn hand As Graces, draw a Scorpions tail behind? 360 For this did the Angel twice descend? for this Ordain"d thy nurture holy, as of a Plant; Select, and Sacred, Glorious for a while, The miracle of men: then in an hour Ensnar"d, a.s.saulted, overcome, led bound, Thy Foes derision, Captive, Poor, and Blind Into a Dungeon thrust, to work with Slaves?
Alas methinks whom G.o.d hath chosen once To worthiest deeds, if he through frailty err, He should not so o"rewhelm, and as a thrall 370 Subject him to so foul indignities, Be it but for honours sake of former deeds.
Sam: Appoint not heavenly disposition, Father, Nothing of all these evils hath befall"n me But justly; I my self have brought them on, Sole Author I, sole cause: if aught seem vile, As vile hath been my folly, who have profan"d The mystery of G.o.d giv"n me under pledge Of vow, and have betray"d it to a woman, A Canaanite, my faithless enemy. 380 This well I knew, nor was at all surpris"d, But warn"d by oft experience: did not she Of Timna first betray me, and reveal The secret wrested from me in her highth Of Nuptial Love profest, carrying it strait To them who had corrupted her, my Spies, And Rivals? In this other was there found More Faith? who also in her prime of love, Spousal embraces, vitiated with Gold, Though offer"d only, by the sent conceiv"d 390 Her spurious first-born; Treason against me?
Thrice she a.s.say"d with flattering prayers and sighs, And amorous reproaches to win from me My capital secret, in what part my strength Lay stor"d in what part summ"d, that she might know: Thrice I deluded her, and turn"d to sport Her importunity, each time perceiving How openly, and with what impudence She purpos"d to betray me, and (which was worse Then undissembl"d hate) with what contempt 400 She sought to make me Traytor to my self; Yet the fourth time, when mustring all her wiles, With blandisht parlies, feminine a.s.saults, Tongue-batteries, she surceas"d not day nor night To storm me over-watch"t, and wearied out.
At times when men seek most repose and rest, I yielded, and unlock"d her all my heart, Who with a grain of manhood well resolv"d Might easily have shook off all her snares: But foul effeminacy held me yok"t 410 Her Bond-slave; O indignity, O blot To Honour and Religion! servil mind Rewarded well with servil punishment!
The base degree to which I now am fall"n, These rags, this grinding, is not yet so base As was my former servitude, ign.o.ble, Unmanly, ignominious, infamous, True slavery, and that blindness worse then this, That saw not how degeneratly I serv"d.
Man: I cannot praise thy Marriage choises, Son, 420 Rather approv"d them not; but thou didst plead Divine impulsion prompting how thou might"st Find some occasion to infest our Foes.