A01981:676
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. And hast thou scaped the fire my dearest love? Miraculous deliverance! let me hear The manner on't related.
Theag. And hast thou scap'd the fire my dearest love? Miraculous deliverance! let me heare The manner on't related.
Caric. Thus it was, After we were condemned to be burnt By foul Arsaces slanderous report For poisoning Cibile, a blazing fire Was made, and we two cast into the same, And whereas it was thought by every one The fierceness of the flame would soon consume us, It proved clean contrary, for we stood in ⟨image 38⟩The midst of it untouched, for every side It gave us way, and never singed our clothes, Although Arsace with a threatening voice Commanded the tormentors to lay on More wood and reed, yet all prevailed not, For no hurt would approach us, which the whore Arsace seeing, presently declared Before the people with an open voice That we were witches; though good Calasiris Did what he could to free us from her hands, We by her guard were apprehended, and Brought here again to thee my dear, for which I'm glad that we may suffer both together.
Caric. Thus it was, After we were condemned to be burnt By foule Arsaces slanderous report For poisoning Cibile, a blazing fire Was made, and we two cast into the same, And whereas it was thought by everie one The fiercenesse of the flame would soone consume us, It prov'd cleane contrarie, for we stood in ⟨image 38⟩The middst of it untouch'd, for everie side It gave us way, and never sing'd our cloaths, Although Arsace with a threatning voice Commanded the tormentors to lay on More wood and reed, yet all prevailed not, For no hurt would approach us, which the whore Arsace seeing, presently declar'd Before the people with an open voice That we were witches; though good Calasiris Did what he could to free us from her hands, We by her guard were apprehended, and Brought here againe to thee my deare, for which I'm glad that we may suffer both together.