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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.
Caric. I confess I am a stranger borne, and should be glad To know your name, your country and your business.
Caric. I confesse I am a stranger borne, and should be glad To know your name, your countrey and your businesse.
Sisimet. I shall obey you, for my country, first 'Tis Ethiopia underneath the line, My name Sisimethres employed now As Legate from my sovereign King Hydaspes, Unto the Deputy here, to forbid him To meddle with the mines, out of whose bowell• The Smaragds digged were, which appertain To none but to the crown of Ethiopia: Now Sir you know me, be not scrupulous To let me understand so much of you, Something doth prompt me strangely, that you have Some near relation to the gods, or else My Genius doth deceive me.
Sisimet. I shall obey you, for my countrey, first 'Tis Aethiopia underneath the line, My name Sisimethres imployed now As Legate from my soveraigne King Hydaspes, Unto the Deputy here, to forbid him To meddle with the mines, out of whose bowell• The Smaragds digged were, which appertaine To none but to the crowne of Aethiopia: Now Sir you know me, be not scrupulous To let me understand so much of you, Something doth prompt me strangely, that you have Some neer relation to the gods, or else My Genius doth deceive me.
Cary. Understand then, You do not err in your imagination, I am a Grecian borne, and sometimes Priest Unto Apollo in that sacred City Of Delphos▪ which Parnassus lofty tops, As with a wall, encompasseth about, And sweet Castalius pleasant springs refresh, There was I borne and bred, and exercised The office I was called to by the gods.