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Ha—who is this? that thus with hasty steps makes to my poor Abode; If I mi∣•••• not, it is the Warriour that has troubled Israe••
yes, yes, 'tis Sisera. — Speak, speak my Lord, why come you thus alone? where, where are all the mighty Captains that were wont to wait upon you, marking your Frowns and Smiles as sure por∣tents of Life and Death; the Signals of the Nations Peace, or dire Calamity.
Alass! Alass! The God of Iacob has pre∣vailed, and they're no more; the Battel has devoured them, and their slaughter'd Carcasses ly scattered on the Plains of Israel.
How! is the mighty Jabins Army overthrown.
It is, and still the danger is too near to ad∣mit of time to tell the dreadful ruine; for the well flesh'd Foe besmear'd with blood and slaughter, hastily pursue; O had you seen the fearful havock Barak's Sword has made; how wheeling with a swift reverse it mowed down Ranks of men? You wou'd have trembled.
My Lord, I tremble at the thoughts of his wide wasting fury; but see the Enemies upon the Mountain-tops.
'Tis true, — With speedy steps they hither∣ward advance, Now! now! My life is in your hands, se∣cure me from their fury by denyal, and stay my thirst with water, and I'll largely recompence your care.
Doubt not, my Lord, of safety in my Tent; — Here, here, Drink, drink thou mighty Man of War, drink what my homely Tent affords.
'Tis Nectar most delicious, and has much re∣freshed my weary Soul;—But I'll repose, and leave my safety to your conduct.
This covering my Lord; —Ha? —wha•• a suddain drowsiness has seized the Man of blood —Why can it be that he can securely snore, when Death is hovering round him—Now, now's the time to be revenged for all the slaughter he ha•• caus'd; for all the Widdows and sad Orpha•••• tears, burnt Towns, deflowred Virgins, ravish'•• Matrons, and the bleeding Wombs, whence gas∣ping
Infants by rude hands were torn: Heaven prompt my Zeal to act the Tragedy. This sharp Instrument well fits my purpose; and now to free my Country from his future rage. —Thus —thus I seal his Eye-lids with eternal slumber.— The deed is done; convulsive Death now triumphs over him, whose breath has doom'd so many thou∣sands to the Grave: unfear'd he lyes, whose name was wont to make the Sons of Ia••ob tremble, and at whose approach the well fenced Towns were sligh∣ted, whilst for safety the Amazed Inhabitants lur∣ked in the Caves and solitary Wildernesses.