A01981:226
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.
Nebulona. I gave you for dead in good faith, and was in the humour once to marry another man?
Nebulo. Why sure thea wert not, thou dost but jest I know.
Nebulona. Truly I was, nor could you blame me for it if I had; is it not a torture, think you, for a woman, to stay seven years without her husbands company?
Nebulona. Truely I was, nor could you blame me for it if I had; is it not a torture, thinke you, for a woman, to stay seven yeeres without her husbands company?
Nebulo. Methinks my brows begin Actaeon-like to bud already, they are very knotty, I pray God thou hast not graft something there, I begin to suspect it shrewdly by diverse signs and tokens, how comes your belly so high wife?
Nebulo. Methinkes my browes begin Acteon-like to bud already, they are very knotty, I pray God thou hast not graft something there, I begin to suspect it shrewdly by diverse signes and tokens, how comes your belly so high wife?