A01981:157
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.
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.
Dem. You do mistake my pulse, whose veins do swell With rage and fury, and shall live in pain, Until I be revenged.
Dem. You doe mistake my pulse, whose veines doe swell With rage and furie, and shall live in paine, Untill I be reveng'd.