Disc 2
1. Recitative, Samson
Ne'er think of that! I know thy warbling charms,
Thy trains, thy wiles, and fair enchanted cup.
Their force is nulI'd; where once I have been caught,
I shun the snare. These chains, this prison-house,
I count the house of liberty to thine.
Duet
Dalila
Traitor to love! I'll sue no more
For pardon scorn'd, your threats give o'er!
Samson
Traitress to love! I'll hear no more
The charmer's voice, your arts give o'er!
Exeunt Dalila and Virgins.
Scene 3
Recitative, Samson
Favour'd of heaven is he, who finds one true.
How rarely found! - His way to peace is smooth.
2. Chorus of Israelites
To man God's universal law
Gave pow'r to keep the wife in awe.
Thus shall his life be ne'er dismay'd,
By female usurpation sway'd.
Scene 4
3. Recitative
Micah
No words of peace, no voice enchanting fear,
A rougher tongue expect. Here's Harapha,
I know him by this stride and haughty look.
Enter Harapha and Philistines.
Harapha
I come not, Samson, to condole thy chance;
I am of Gath, men call me Harapha;
Thou know'st me now. Of thy prodigious might
Much have I heard, incredible to me!
In this displeas'd, that never in the field
We met, to try each other's deeds of strength.
I'd see if thy appearance answers loud report.
Samson
The way to know. were not to see, but taste.
Harapha
Ha! Dost thou then already single me?
I thought that labour and thy chains had tam'd thee.
Had fortune brought me to that field of death,
Where thou wrought'st wonder with an ass's jaw,
I'd left thy carcass where the ass lay thrown.
Samson
Boast not of what thou would'st have done, but do.
Harapha
The honour certain to have won from thee
I lose, prevented by thy eyes put out;
To combat with a blind man, I disdain.
4. Air, Harapha
Honour and arms scorn such a foe,
Though I could end thee at a blow;
Poor victory,
To conquer thee,
Or glory in thy overthrow!
Vanquish a slave that is half slain:
So mean a triumph I disdain.
Honour and arms... da capo
Recitative
Samson
Cam'st thou for this, vain boaster? Yet take heed!
My heels are fetter'd, but my hands are free.
Thou bulk of spirit void! I once again,
Blind and in chains, provoke thee to the fight!
Harapha
O Dagon! Can I hear this insolence
To me unus'd, not rend'ring instant death?
5. Duet
Samson
Go, baffled coward, go,
Lest vengeance lay thee low,
In safety fly my wrath with speed!
Harapha
Presume not on thy God,
Who under foot has trod
Thy strength and thee, at greatest need.
6. Recitative, Micah
Here lies the proof: - if Dagon be thy God,
With high devotion invocate his aid,
His glory is concern'd. Let him dissolve
Those magic spells that gave our hero strength;
Then know whose God is God, Dagon, of mortal make,
Or that Great One whom Abra'm's sons adore.
Chorus of Israelites
Hear, Jacob's God, Jehovah, hear!
Oh, save us, prostrate at thy throne!
Israel depends on thee alone,
Save us, and show that thou art near!
7. Recitative, Harapha
Dagon, arise, attend thy sacred feast!
Thy honour calls, this day admits no rest.
Chorus of Philistines
To song and dance we give the day,
Which shows thy universal sway.
Protect us by thy mighty hand.
And sweep this race from out the land!
8. Chorus of Israelites and Philistines
Fix'd in his everlasting seat,
Jehovah / Great Dagon rules the world in state.
His thunder roars, Heav'n shakes, and earth's aghast,
The stars with deep amaze,
Remain in stedfast gaze.
Jehovah / Great Dagon is of Gods the first and last.
Act The Third
Scene 1
Samson, Micah, Harapha and Chorus of Israelites.
9. Recitative
Micah
More trouble is behind, for Harapha
Comes on amain, speed in his steps and look.
Samson
I fear him not, nor all his giant brood.
Enter Harapha.
Harapha
Samson, to thee our lords thus bid me say:
This day to Dagon we do sacrifice
With triumph, pomp, and games; we know, thy strength
Surpasses human race; come then, and show
Some public proof to grace this solemn feast.
Samson
I am an Hebrew, and our law forbids
My presence at their vain religious rites.
Harapha
This answer will offend; regard thyself.
Samson
Myself, my conscience and intemal peace!
Am I so broke with servitude, to yield
To such absurd commands, to be their fool,
And play before their God? - I will not come.
Harapha
This message, giv'n with speed, brooks no delay.
10. Air, Harapha
Presuming slave, to move their wrath!
For mercy sue,
Or vengeance due
Dooms in one fatal word thy death!
Consider, ere it be too late,
To ward th'unerring shaft of fate.
11. Recitative
Micah
Reflect then. Samson, matters now are strain'd
Up to the height, whether to hold, or break.
He's gone, whose malice may inflame the lords.
Samson
Shall I abuse this consecrated gift
Of strength, again returning with my hair,
By vaunting it in honour to their god
And prostituting holy things to idols?
Micah
How thou wilt here come off surmounts my reach;
'Tis Heav'n alone can save, both us and thee.
12. Chorus of Israelites
With thunder arm'd, great God, arise!
Help, Lord, or Israel's champion dies!
To thy protection this thy servant take,
And save, oh, save us for thy servant's sake!
With thunder arm'd... da capo
13. Recitative
Samson
Be of good courage; I begin to feel
Some secret impulse, which doth bid me go.
Micah
In time thou hast resolved, again he comes.
Enter Harapha.
Harapha
Samson, this second message send our lords;
"Haste thee at once, or we shall engines find
To move thee, though thou wert a solid rock."
Samson
Vain were their art if tried; I yield to go.
Micah
So may'st thou act as serves His glory best.
Samson
Let but that Spirit, which first rushed on me
In the camp of Dan, inspire me at my need:
Then shall I make Jehovah's glory known:
Their idol gods shall from His presence fly,
Scattered like sheep before the God of Hosts.
14. Air, Samson
Thus when the sun from's wat'ry bed
All curtain'd with a cloudy red,
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave;
The wand'ring shadows ghastly pale,
All troop to their infemal jail
Each fetter'd ghost slips to his sev'ral grave.
15. Accompagnato, Micah
With might endu'd above the sons of men,
Swift as the lightning's glance His errand execute,
And spread His name amongst the heathen round.
Air and Chorus
Micah
The Holy One of Israel be thy guide,
The Angel of thy birth stand by thy side!
To fame immortal go,
Heav'n bids thee strike the blow:
The Holy One of Israel is thy guide.
Israelites
To fame immortal go
Heav'n bids thee strike the blow
The Holy One of Israel is thy guide.
Scene 2
Micah, Manoah, and Chorus of Israelites.
16. Recitative
Micah
Old Manoah, with youthful steps, makes haste
To find his son, or bring us some glad news.
Manoah
I come, my brethren, not to seek my son,
Who at the feast does play before the lords;
But give you part with me, what hopes I have
To work his liberty.
17. Chorus of Philistines
Great Dagon has subdu'd our foe.
And brought their boasted hero low:
Sound out his pow'r in notes divine
Praise him with mirth, high cheer and wine.
Recitative
Manoah
What noise of joy was that? It tore the sky.
Micah
They shout and sing, to see their dreaded foe
Now captive, blind, delighting with his strength.
Manoah
Could my inheritance but ransom him,
Without my patrimony, having him
The richest of my tribe.
Micah
Sons care to nurse
Their parents in old age; but you, - your son!
18. Air, Manoah
How willing my paternal love
The weight to share
Of filial care,
And part of sorrow's burden prove!
Though wand'ring in the shades of night,
Whilst I have eyes he wants no light.
19. Recitative
Micah
Your hopes of his deliv'ry seem not vain,
In which all Israel's friends participate.
Manoah
I know your friendly minds, and -
A symphony of horror and confusion.
Heav'n! What noise!
Horribly loud, unlike the former shout.
Chorus of Philistines
Hear us, our God! Oh, hear our cry!
Death, ruin, falI'n, no help is nigh,
Oh mercy, Heav'n, we sink, we die!
Scene 3
Enter a Messenger.
20. Recitative
Messenger
Where shall I run, or which way fly the thoughts
Of this most horrid sight? O countrymen,
You're in this sad event too much concem'd!
Micah
The accident was loud, we long to know from whence.
Messenger
Let me recover breath; it will burst forth.
Manoah
Suspense in news is torture, speak them out!
Messenger
Then take the worst in brief - Samson is dead.
Manoah
The worst indeed!
Messenger
Unwounded of his enemies he fell,
At once he did destroy, and was destroy'd;
The edifice, where all were met to see,
Upon their heads, and on his own he pulI'd!
Manoah
Oh, lastly overstrong against thyself!
A dreadful way thou took'st to thy revenge:
Glorious, yet dearly bought!
21. Air and Chorus
Micah
Ye sons of lsrael, now lament,
Your spear is broke, your bow's unbent.
Your glory's fled,
Amongst the dead
Great Samson lies,
For ever, ever, clos'd his eyes!
Israelites
Weep, Israel, weep a louder strain;
Samson, your strength, your hero, is slain!
22. Recitative, Manoah
Proceed we hence to find his body
Soak'd in vile Philistine blood; with the pure stream,
And cleansing herbs wash off his clodded gore;
Then solemnly attend him to my tomb
With silent obsequies, and fun'ral train.
Symphony: dead march
Recitative
Micah
The body comes; we'll meet it on the way
With laurels ever green, and branching palm;
Then lay it in his monument, hung round
With all his trophies, and great acts enrolI'd
In verse heroic, or sweet lyric song.
Manoah
There shall all IsraeI's valiant youth resort,
And from his memory inflame their breasts
To matchless valour, whilst they sing his praise.
Enter Israelites with the body of Samson.
23. Air and Chorus
Manoah
Glorious hero, may thy grave
Peace and honour ever have;
After all thy pain and woes
Rest etemal, sweet repose!
Israelites
Glorious hero, may thy grave
Peace and honour ever have!
Solo and Chorus
Israelite Woman
The virgins too shall on their feastful days
Visit his tomb with flow'rs, and there bewail
His lot unfortunate in nuptial choice.
Virgins
Bring the laurels, bring the bays,
Strew his hearse, and strew the ways!
Israelite Woman
May ev'ry hero fall like thee,
Through sorrow to felicity!
Virgins
Bring the laurels, bring the bays
Strew his hearse and strew the ways!
Israelites
Glorious hero, may thy grave
Peace and honour ever have,
After all thy pains and woes,
Rest etemal, sweet repose!
Recitative, Manoah
Come, come! No time for lamentation now,
No cause for grief; Samson like Samson fell,
Both life and death heroic. To his foes
Ruin is left; to him eternal fame.
24. Air, Israelite Woman
Let the bright seraphim in burning row,
Their loud, uplifted angel trumpets blow.
Let the cherubic host, in tuneful choirs,
Touch their immortal harps with golden wires.
25. Chorus of Israelites
Let their celestial concerts all unite,
Ever to sound his praise in endless blaze of light.
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