A01981:446
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.
Acestin. Tis love doth trouble her, which who knows not Is an affection and grief of the heart, Do you not see her eyes swollen in her head Rolling one every side, her visage pale, ⟨image 25⟩Her half distraction, how she uttereth What ere comes in her mind, and sleeps but little; In brief I do perceive that she hath lost The moisture of her body, and indeed Just amplitude thereof, my counsel is You find her out a man and that with speed. Exit Acestinus.
Acestin. Tis love doth trouble her, which who knowes not Is an affection and griefe of the heart, Doe you not see her eyes swolne in her head Rouling one every side, her visage pale, ⟨image 25⟩Her halfe distraction, how she uttereth What ere comes in her minde, and sleepes but little; In briefe I doe perceive that she hath lost The moisture of her body, and indeed Just amplitude thereof, my counsell is You finde her out a man and that with speed. Exit Acestinus.
Caric. A man, heavens grant she be inclined that way, Then Calasiris hath plaid well his part; How fares my daughter now, what sickness hast thou? Shall I send for more Doctors yet?
Caric. A man, heavens grant she be enclin'd that way, Then Calasiris hath plaid well his part; How fares my daughter now, what sicknesse hast thou? Shall I send for more Doctors yet?
Caric. Tis needless, Send none to me but Calasiris only, He hath the art to ease me, and none else.
Caric. Tis needlesse, Send none to me but Calasiris onely, He hath the art to ease me, and none else.