A01981:750
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.
Gent. Sir there's a strange priest newly come from Greece Desires he may be heard touching this matter, Who can inform you of the truth of things.
Gent. Sir there's a strange priest newlie come from Greece Desires he may be heard touching this matter, Who can informe you of the truth of thinges.
Hydasp. admit him straight. Enter Caricles with the gentleman. Grave Sir can you declare Ought of this matter, do you know this maid ⟨image 43⟩And that young man?
Hydasp. admit him streight. Enter Caricles with the gentleman. Grave Sir can you declare Ought of this matter, doe you know this mayd ⟨image 43⟩And that young man?
Caric. I know them both great King; That maid which shall be found to be your daughter I nourished from a child; one of this country Gave her to me in Egypt, and with her Rich costly jewels, and a Fascia, Wherein was written her high pedigree; With her I went to Greece my native country, And being priest unto Apollo there, When I was busy in the rites and customs Belonging to my office, This Thessalian, Who vaunts himself borne of Achilles line, Stole her from Delphos, and I understand Passed many dangers with her; I forgive him And crave you would be pleased to do so too; For since the gods by diverse signs and tokens Have unto us revealed their sacred wills, And made it plain by strange discoveries, Strive not to cross their workings.
Caric. I know them both great King; That maid which shall be found to be your daughter I nourish'd from a child; one of this countrey Gave her to me in Aegypt, and with her Rich costlie jewells, and a Fascia, Wherein was written her high pedegree; With her I went to Greece my native countrey, And being priest unto Apollo there, When I was busie in the rites and customes Belonging to my office, This Thessalian, Who vaunts himselfe borne of Achilles line, Stole her from Delphos, and I understand Pass'd many daungers with her; I forgive him And crave you would be pleas'd to doe so too; For since the gods by diverse signes and tokens Have unto us reveild their sacred willes, And made it plaine by strange discoveries, Strive not to crosse their workings.