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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
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.
Actus secundi, Scena prima.
Enter Calasiris Isis priest at Memphis.
Am I the goddess Isis priest, and burn In these unlawful fires? shall Rhodopis With her Venerious charms subdue my heart, And make me break that temperance of life Which I have hitherto preserved unspotted? What shall I do? I cannot stand the push Of these strong passions, yet I am resolved Near to commit the act, nor so to stain My priesthood with dishonour; Isis temple And secret places shall not be defiled By Calasiris, no I'll rather banish My self from sight of cursed Rodopis, Least staying here I should be forced to do So vile a deed; I am resolved to leave This stately City Memphis suddenly, I'll give it out, my journey is for Thebes To see my eldest son called Thiamis. With this pretence I shall unquestioned go, But there's a City sacred to Apollo In Greece height Delphos, there I'll bend my course (For tis a College where wise men resort Free from the concourse of the common people) To visit my old friend priest Caricles. When whorish beauty and vain pride display Their gaudy colours, wise men shun the way. Exit.
Am I the goodesse Isis priest, and burne In these unlawfull fires? shall Rhodopis With her Ʋenerious charmes subdue my heart, And make me breake that temperance of life Which I have hitherto preserv'd unspotted? What shall I doe? I cannot stand the push Of these strong passions, yet I am resolv'd Nere to commit the act, nor so to staine My priesthood with dishonour; Isis temple And secret places shall not be defil'd By Calasiris, no i'le rather bannish My selfe from sight of cursed Rodopis, Least staying here I should beforc'd to doe So vile a deed; I am resolv'd to leave This statelie City Memphis suddenly, I'le give it out, my iourney is for Thebes To see my eldest sonne call'd Thiamis. VVith this pretence I shall unquestion'd goe, But there's a City sacred to Apollo In Greece hight Delphos, there i'le bend my course (For tis a Colledge where wise men resort Free from the concourse of the common people) To visit my old friend priest Caricles. When whorish beautie and vaine pride display Their gaudie colours, wise men shun the way. Exit.