In both which we, as next, participate.
Manoa. I know your friendly minds and . . . oh, what noise!
Mercy of Heaven! what hideous noise was that?
Horribly loud, unlike the former shout. 1510
Chorus. Noise call you it, or universal groan,
As if the whole inhabitation perished!
Blood, death, and deathful deeds, are in that noise,
Ruin, destruction at the utmost point.
Manoa. Of ruin indeed methought I heard the noise. 1515
Oh, it continues; they have slain my son!