A01981:423
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.
Calas. Then depart Dear Caricles, and all the rest avoid The room, we must be private here together, Fetch me a little Laurel and a stool Having three feet, some fire and frankincense, And let no man disturb us till I call. It shall be done forthwith, heavens crown your work.
Calas. Then depart Deare Caricles, and all the rest avoyd The roome, we must be private here together, Fetch me a little Laurell and a stoole Having three feet, some fire and frankincense, And let no man disturbe us till I call. It shall be done forthwith, heavens crowne your worke.
Exeunt all but Cariclea, and Calasiris.
Calasiris begins to burn frankincense, to mumble with his lips, to lay laurel upon her from top to toe, to gape & make strange gestures, while Cariclea, wagged her head oft and smiled.
Calasiris begins to burne frankincense, to mumble with his lips, to lay lawrell upon her from top to toe, to gape & make strange gestures, while Cariclea, wagged her head oft and smiled.
Caric. Father you are deceived in my grief, You cannot guess at it for all your art.