A01981:552
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.
Theag. Tell Arsace My sister and my self both kiss her hands And do return her humble thanks for all Her noble favours, but that she doth love me I think it strange, whose ••so•nd is a man So far beyond my rank as put in balance With worthless me, it would not brook the trial. We know you are her hands, her eyes, her ears, Her mind, her all, for countries sake persuade her (I do beseech you) to remove her thoughts Upon some worthier person; all that we De•re is only this, that she would please To send us back again to […] And •e•er bring strange banished, restless lives Unto so high and excellent a fortune.
Theag. Tell Arsace My sister and my selfe both kisse her hands And doe returne her humble thanks for all Her noble fauours, but that she doth love me I thinke it strange, whose ••so•nd is a man So farre beyond my ranke as put in ballance With worthles me, it would not brooke the triall. We know you are her hands, her eyes, her eares, Her minde, her all, for countries sake perswade her (I doe beseech you) to remove her thoughts Upon some worthier person; all that we De•re is onely this, that she would please To send us backe againe to 〈…〉 And •e•er bring strange banish'd, restlesse lives Unto so high and excellent a fortune.
Cib. My son be ruled by me, be not so foolish To shun this happiness that courts thee now, ⟨image 31⟩Embrace it, least hereafter thou repent Thy over-sight▪ thou shalt have rule and riches, Dalliance, and all the fruits of flourishing youth, If thou but condescend unto her will; But if thou dost deny, know that she hath A high and Princely stomach, which near brooks, Affronts of such a nature.