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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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Arist. Base wretch, Thy innocence; would she belie thee thinkest thou, That loved thee better than her self? away. Get out of my sight, I will not hear thee speak. Exit Cnemon. My dearest Demeneta, cheer your self, Strive to forget the pain.
Arist. Base wretch, Thy innocence; would she belie thee thinkst thou, That lov'd thee better than her selfe? away. Get out of my sight, I will not heare thee speak. Exit Cnemon. My dearest Demeneta, cheere your selfe, Strive to forget the paine.
Dem. I'm in bad plight, So that I do not only fear the life O• that I go• with, but mine own, besides, These accidents are dangerous to women; Yet, Sir, it grieved me that you took so sharp A punishment of Cnemon, for all this I cannot choose but love him.
Dem. I'm in bad plight, So that I doe not onely feare the life O• that I go• with, but mine owne, besides, These accidents are dangerous to women; Yet, Sir, it griev'd me that you tooke so sharpe A punishment of Cnemon, for all this I cannot chuse but love him.
Arist. That's thy virtue, But banish him thy thoughts as I will do, Hence forth as most unworthy of our love; Come sweet, you shall remove from hence into A fitter room, I'll send a Doctor to you. Exit Aristippus.
Arist. That's thy vertue, But banish him thy thoughts as I will doe, Hence forth as most unworthy of our love; Come sweet, you shall remove from hence into A fitter roome, I'le send a Doctor to you. Exit Aristippus.