The Philistines now were glad of this; For joy they made a feast i-wiss, And all their princes did not miss 155 To come unto the same. And being merry bent that day, For Samson they did send straightway, That they might laugh to see him play Among them. 160 Then to the house was Samson led, And when he had their fancies fed, He pluck'd the house upon their head, And down they tumbled all. So that with grief and deadly pain, 165 Three thousand persons there were slain; Thus Samson then, with all his train, Was brained. 83. But wisht. QUEEN DIDO, OR, THE WANDERING PRINCE OF TROY. Percy's _Reliques_, iii. 240, and Ritson's _Ancient Songs and Ballads_, ii. 101. "Such is the title given in the Editor's folio MS. to this excellent old ballad, which, in the common printed copies, is inscribed, _Eneas, wandering Prince of Troy_. It is here given from that MS. collated with two different printed copies, both in black-letter, in the Pepys Collection." PERCY. As other ballads on classical subjects, may be mentioned _Constant Penelope, Reliques_, iii. 324; _Pyramus and Thisbe_, in _A Handfull of Pleasant Delites_, p. 42 (Park's _Heliconia_, vol. ii.); and _Hero and Leander_ in Collier's _Roxburghe Ballads_, p. 227, from which was formed the song, or ballad, in the _Tea-Table Miscellany_, ii. 138, Ritson's _Scotish Songs_, ii. 198, &c. When Troy towne had, for ten yeeres 'past,'[L1] Withstood the Greekes in manfull wise, Then did their foes encrease soe fast, That to resist none could suffice: Wast lye those walls, that were soe good, 5 And corne now growes where Troy towne stoode. Æneas, wandering prince of Troy, When he for land long time had sought, At length arriving with great joy, To mighty Carthage walls was brought; 10 Where Dido queene, with sumptuous feast, Did entertaine that wandering guest. And, as in hall at meate they sate, The queene, desirous newes to heare, Says, "Of thy Troys unhappy fate, 15 Declare to me, thou Trojan deare: The heavy hap and chance soe bad, That thou, poore wandering prince, hast had." And then anon this comelye knight, With words demure, as he cold well, 20 Of his unhappy ten yeares 'fight,'[L21] Soe true a tale began to tell, With wordes soe sweete, and sighes soe deepe, That oft he made them all to weepe.