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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
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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.
Dem. Since you are so Importunate to know it, understand The goodly young man, sonne unto us both (To you by nature, but to me by love) Whom I (the gods know) held as deare unto me As you, when he perceiv'd by certaine tokens I was with child by you (which thing I kept Hid from your knowledge till I knew my selfe The certainty) and waiting for your absence, When I in wonted manner councell'd him To leave his whores, and to avoid his cups (Which things I knew he lov'd, but would not tell you, Lest I should run into the ill suspition Of stepmother) whilest I in gentle manner Told him these things, I will not speake the worst, Nor in what sort he did revile us both, But last of all, he spurn'd me on the belly, Which hath procur'd this my disease and paine.
Arist. O villain, I will scourge him even to death; Thisbe, go call him hither. Exit Thisbe. Then presently enters Cnemon, Aristippus falls presently a buffeting of him without speaking a word, then calls his servants and scourgeth him with rods.
Arist. O villaine, I will scurge him even to death; Thisbe, goe call him hither. Exit Thisbe. Then presently enters Cnemon, Aristippus falls presently a buffetting of him without speaking a word, then calls his servants and scurgeth him with rods.