A01981:218
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.
his father leaps out of the bed, and falls on his knees before him.
his father leapes out of the bed, and falls on his knees before him.
Aristip. My son, have pity on thy fathers age, Spare his white hairs, take not away his life That gave thee thine, and brought thee up with care, ⟨image 13⟩We do confess we wronged thee, yet the fault Was not so great that it should merit death; Assuage thy fury, and put up thy sword, Imbrue not in thy fathers blood thy hands.
Aristip. My sonne, have pitty on thy fathers age, Spaire his white haires, take not away his life That gave thee thine, and brought thee up with care, ⟨image 13⟩We doe confesse we wrong'd thee, yet the fault Was not so great that it should merit death; Asswage thy fury, and put up thy sword, Imbrue not in thy fathers blood thy hands.
Cnemon in amaze looks round about him for Thisby, who had conveyed her self away, and being thus astonished, his sword fell out of his hand, which Demeneta straightways took up.
Cnemon in amaze lookes round about him for Thisby, who had conveyed her selfe away, and being thus astonished, his sword fell out of his hand, which Demeneta straightwaies tooke up.