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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.
Hydasp. This woman's mad, Away I'll hear no more such lunacy.
Hydasp. This woman's mad, Away I'le heare no more such lunacie.
Hydaspes turns from her in anger.
Hydaspes turnes from her in anger.
Caric. My royal father, I beseech you know Your only daughter and despise her not.
Caric. My royall father, I beseech you know Your onelie daughter and despise her not.
Hydasp. Sysimethres and grave Gymnosophists, How long shall she abuse my patience? This maid's distracted, and the fear of death Makes her speak any thing how false soever, How bold and impudent; I know I had Sometimes a daughter, but she died as soon As she was borne, this is a false impostor, Wherefore away with her, and let's delay The sacrifice no longer.
Hydasp. Sysimethres and grave Gymnosophists, How long shall she abuse my patience? This mayd's distracted, and the feare of death Makes her speake any thing how false soever, How bould and impudent; I know I had Sometimes a daughter, but she dy'd assoone As she was borne, this is a false impostor, Wherefore away with her, and let's delay The sacrifice no longer.