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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.
Cnem. You are too bold, Too impudent.
Dem. Nay, prithee do not frown, This night I must enjoy thee, and thou me, ⟨image 9⟩Thy fathers absence doth invite us to it; I will maintain thee like a Princes son, Glittering in gold, and our sweet furtive sports Keep from the sun and knowledge of the gods, No one shall know it.
Dem. Nay, prethee doe not frowne, This night I must enjoy thee, and thou me, ⟨image 9⟩Thy fathers absence doth invite us to it; I will maintaine thee like a Princes sonne, Glittering in gold, and our sweet furtive sports Keepe from the sunne and knowledge of the gods, No one shall know it.
Cnem. Hence incestuous woman, Thinkest thou to make me wrong my fathers bed, And to commit an act so foul as incest? Tempt me no more; by heaven, by earth and all Th'immortal gods, I'll die a thousand deaths Ere think a thought on it, much less yield unto it, Your damned wit, nor quaint enticing words Shall not prevail, my hate exceeds my love. Exit Cnemon in a rage.
Cnem. Hence incestuous woman, Think'st thou to make me wrong my fathers bed, And to commit an act so foule as incest? Tempt me no more; by heaven, by earth and all Th'immortall gods, I'le die a thousand deaths Ere thinke a thought on't, much lesse yeeld unto it, Your damned wit, nor quaint inticing words Shall not prevaile, my hate exceeds my love. Exit Cnemon in a rage.