A01981:596
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.
Enter Cariclea, with Aura weeping, and servants.
Cib. Why do you weep, sweet heart? 'twill mar your beauty, Your brother shall not long be kept in prison; Be not so foolish to consume and pine Away for sorrow, know Theagines This night shall be released, and come unto thee, Therefore be merry; 'twas his foolish fault And disobedience to my mistress service Made him to be committed; nicety Is naught in young folks, but all is forgotten. (Partly at my request) and liberty Granted unto him, this was the occasion I sent for you, that you might be partaker Of this glad news, therefore rouse up your self, And now at length eat something; Aura lay ⟨image 34⟩The table, I have made some meat, I hope Will comfort your weak stomach, sure you are Too blame to fast so long.
Cib. Why doe you weep, sweet heart? 'twill mar your beauty, Your brother shall not long be kept in prison; Be not so foolish to consume and pine Away for sorrow, know Theagines This night shall be releas'd, and come unto thee, Therefore be merry; 'twas his foolish fault And disobedience to my mistris service Made him to be committed; nicety Is naught in yong folkes, but all is forgotten. (Partly at my request) and liberty Granted unto him, this was the occasion I sent for you, that you might be partaker Of this glad newes, therefore rouse up your selfe, And now at length eate something; Aura lay ⟨image 34⟩The table, I have made some meate, I hope Will comfort your weake stomacke, sure you are Too blame to fast so long.
Caric. But is this true That you have told me? you so often have Deceived me with untruths as I scarce date To credit any thing you say unto me.