A01981:142
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
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Demen. Am I despised thus, and my hot love Requited with disdain, as cold as ice, By such a youngling? he shall know the difference Between a woman's favours and her frowns, And curse too late his foolish modesty: Go Thisbe to the Castle, tell my husband I am not well, entreat him to come to me With all the speed he can.
Demen. Am I despised thus, and my hot love Requited with disdaine, as cold as ice, By such a youngling? he shall know the difference Betweene a womans favours and her frownes, And curse too late his foolish modesty: Goe Thisbe to the Castle, tell my husband I am not well, intreat him to come to me With all the speed he can.
This. I shall sweet Mistress.— Exit Thisbe. Demeneta lies down upon the bed, feigning her self sick.
This. I shall sweet Mistresse.— Exit Thisbe. Demeneta lies down upon the bed, faining her selfe sicke.
Dem. What raging fires still burn me? how I am Divided in my self tweene love and hate, two mighty passions combating together? Love would prevail, if reason might be judge, But love is too unreasonably harsh: Hate therefore execute thy proper function, Inflame my breast with rage and high disdain Against this brat that gave me the repulse, Inspire my study in his Tragedy.
Dem. What raging fires still burne me? how I am Divided in my selfe tweene love and hate, two mighty passions combatting together? Love would prevaile, if reason might be judge, But love is too unreasonably harsh: Hate therefore execute thy proper function, Enflame my breast with rage and high disdaine Against this brat that gave me the repulse, Inspire my study in his Tragedie.