ACT I - Scene I

SAMUEL, praying on his knees

SAMUEL

‘Tis me, thy humble servant, Samuel, Lord!
An answer to a grieving prayer was I
To once a barren, broken woman who
Petitioned thee in faith for sons to bear,
That thou didst mercifully hear her cry                                 5
And in miraculous a manner thou
Didst my conception join within her womb;
So liberating her from th’ gloating shirks
Of base a rival wife who was bequeathed   
‘Th abundance of begotten children heirs,                           10
That tauntings which she plagued and forthwith brought
Left  th’ woman in wild waves of weeping wails,
For want of child and lack of womanhood:
A melancholy existence sh’ endured,
Acutely knowing pain and suffering                                        15
That throbbed and to distress reduced her heart,
‘Thout boundary or limitation fixed
Upon the extent misery prevailed;
But thou inclined thine ear to anguish deep
And made deliv’rance wholly manifest                                  20
On that day that the woman bore my soul
In flesh and blood i‘ the world material formed.
Thou made reality my mother’s plea,
Now harken thine ear to my bended knees!

Peels of thunder and flashes of lightning

 

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THE PROLOGUE

Enter Chorus

CHORUS

Welcome ye citizens o’ the city great
And honorable guests from far and wide!
We seek to ye delight with tales of fate,
And scenes of conflict ‘twixt anointed sides:
A pair of men destined to upon thrones sit,                         5
With one already there and one to come;
Let us bear witness to th’ fallacious fits
Of envy’s crooked and disastrous sums;
Allow us t’ observe a king a rival make
Of his successor who brilliantly glows,                                10
And doth in deeds surpass and overtake
The jealous king’s less victories o’er foes.
Behold them duel till one meets dark a death
And th’ other to his people brings new breath.                    14

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