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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 Caricles solus, Nebulo listening.
Enter Caricles solus, Nebulo listning.
Caric. Cariclea raped, O gods how can it be; Where is your justice then? where our reward For serving at your altars, when you suffer Your sacred temples to be robbed and spoiled Of its chief jewel, and my life, Cariclea? O sacrilege unheard of! can you sleep And wink at this? or is your anger to me Implacable, and therefore to torment My heart the more, you seem not to regard it? Was't not enough, O cruel powers, to kill My daughter at her Nuptial, and my wife For grief thereof, but to augment my sorrow Beyond the bounds of reason, give consent Unto Caricleas rape, who was my joy, My only comfort, heart, yea life and all? ⟨image 37⟩Well I will once more put on pilgrims weeds.
Caric. Cariclea rap'd, O gods how can it be; Where is your justice then? where our reward For serving at your altars, when you suffer Your sacred temples to be rob'd and spoyld Of its chiefe jewell, and my life, Cariclea? O sacriledge unheard of! can you sleepe And winke at this? or is your anger to me Implacable, and therefore to torment My heart the more, you seeme not to regard it? Was't not ynough, O cruell powers, to kill My daughter at her Nuptiall, and my wife For griefe thereof, but to augment my sorrow Beyond the bounds of reason, give consent Unto Caricleas rape, who was my joy, My onely comfort, heart, yea life and all? ⟨image 37⟩Well I will once more put on pilgrimes weedes.
Nebu. Ha, what was that? a dreadful sound me thought More pilgrimages? stay but listen yet.