A01981:214
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.
Demen. You wrong your self, you are a lusty man, For were you old the dull effects of age Would then appear, but I have had experience Of your performance, Cnemon, I believe, Your son is not so active in his trade.
Demen. You wrong your selfe, you are a lusty man, For were you old the dull effects of age Would then appeare, but I have had experience Of your performance, Cnemon, I believe, Your sonne is not so active in his trade.
Aristip. If it be so, then sure the youthful heat Of thy fair body hath infused life Into my withered veins, more powerful then Medea's charms, when •he stirred up fresh blood In the decayed body of old Aeson.
Aristip. If it be so, then sure the youthfull heat Of thy faire body hath infused life Into my withered vaines, more powerfull then Medeas charmes, when •he stir'd up fresh blood In the decayed body of old Aeson.
Enter Cnemon with his sword drawn followed by Thisbe, a candle carried before, he comes hastily to the bed.
Enter Cnemon with his sword drawne followed by Thisbe, a candle carried before, he comes hastily to the bed.