A01981:117
The saints sacrifice
The saints sacrifice: or, a commentary on the CXVI. Psalm Which is, a gratulatory psalm, for deliverance from deadly distress. By William Gouge, D.D.The saints sacrifice: or, a commentarie on the CXVI. Psalme Which is, a gratulatory psalme, for deliverance from deadly distresse. By William Gouge, D.D.
London: printed by George Miller for Edward Brewster, 1632
Title page typeset from the transcription.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
Caric. What grown so high conceited Nebulo?
Caric. What growne so high conceited Nebulo?
Nebul. Something inspired my brain, I know not what sir, But now i'm come unto my self again, 'Twas but a toy that took me.
Nebul. Something inspir'd my braine, I know not what sir, But now i'm come unto my selfe againe, 'Twas but a toy that tooke me.
Caric. I believe it, Many such toys do take thee in the head: Get me a mask, I must convey this damsel Muffled home to my house.
Caric. I believe it, Many such toyes doe take thee in the head: Get me a maske, I must convey this damzell Muffled home to my house.
Nebul. She need not be Ashamed to show her face, it may procure her, A husband by the way for ought you know; You shall but wrong her much in doing so.
Nebul. She need not be Asham'd to shew her face, it may procure her, A husband by the way for ought you know; You shall but wrong her much in doing so.