A01981:148
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.
Arist. The gods forbid, that sound doth strike me dead; What ails my dearest wife? tell me the cause ⟨image 9⟩Of this your sudden sickness.
Arist. The gods forbid, that sound doth strike me dead; What ailes my dearest wife? tell me the cause ⟨image 9⟩Of this your sudden sicknesse.
Dem. Nothing Sir, I know no cause at all.
Arist. Come, come, you must not Conceal your grief, but lay it ope unto me, I do beseech my love.
Arist. Come, come, you must not Conceale your griefe, but lay it ope unto me, I doe beseech my love.
Dem. Since you are so Importunate to know it, understand The goodly young man, son unto us both (To you by nature, but to me by love) Whom I (the gods know) held as dear unto me As you, when he perceived by certain tokens I was with child by you (which thing I kept Hid from your knowledge till I knew my self The certainty) and waiting for your absence, When I in wonted manner counselled him To leave his whores, and to avoid his cups (Which things I knew he loved, but would not tell you, Lest I should run into the ill suspicion Of stepmother) whilst I in gentle manner Told him these things, I will not speak the worst, Nor in what sort he did revile us both, But last of all, he spurned me on the belly, Which hath procured this my disease and pain.