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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.
Exit Demeneta. Manet Thisbe a little.
This. I wait your pleasure. I must give Cnemon good countenance, well, I must entice the young man, well, I must lie with him too, very well; faith these are no harsh commands, it shall never grieve me to be employed in such work, would my mistress had no harder labour for me, this is a task of pleasure; I have a warrant now for what I shall do; I durst not yield to Cnemon before when he attempted me, now let him come with his stoutest artillery, I will stand the charge valiantly. Enter Cnemon.
This. I waite your pleasure. I must give Cnemon good countenance, well, I must entice the young man, well, I must lie with him too, very well; faith these are no harsh commands, it shall never grieve me to be imployd in such worke, would my mistris had no harder labour for me, this is a taske of pleasure; I have a warrant now for what I shall doe; I durst not yeild to Cnemon before when he attempted me, now let him come with his stoutest artillery, I will stand the charge valiantly. Enter Cnemon.
Cnem. Fair Thisbe are you here? why now I like you, ⟨image 11⟩You smile upon me, and your countenance Darts amorous glances which before cast frowns, Now you appear like Venus.
Cnem. Faire Thisbe are you here? why now I like you, ⟨image 11⟩You smile upon me, and your countenance Darts amorous glances which before cast frownes, Now you appeare like Ʋenus.