A01981:761
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. You strive to wish me white an Ethiopian In hindering this sacrifice, you shall Do one aswell as tother, for although I now believe she is my natural daughter Sprung from my loins (as I have seen it proved By many argument,) yet I so much Fear justice and the gods, and owe such love Unto my country, as slay lay aside All natural respects, and all regard To the succession of my blood, and offer My daughter to the gods for your behoof, (As Agamemnon did his I phigene) Regarding more the public benefit Then my own private profit and respect.
Hydasp. You strive to wish me white an Aethiopian In hin•ering this sacrifice, you shall Doe one aswell as tother, for although I now believe she is my naturall daughter Sprung from my loynes (as I have seene it prov'd By many arg•ment,) yet I so much Feare justice and the gods, and owe such love Unto my country, as sle lay aside All naturall respects, and all regard To the succession of my blood, and offer My daughter to the gods for your behoofe, (As Agamemnon did his I phigene) Regarding more the publique benefit Then my owne private pro•it and respect.
All the people. Save the blood-royal, save her whom the gods Will have preserved, appease the Sun and Moon With a more lawful sacrifice.
All the people. Save the blood-royall, save her whom the gods Will have preserv'd, appease the Sunne and Moone With a more lawfull sacrifice.
Hydasp. Well since You▪ • have it […] th•ugh loth I am content; And now I turn to thee my daughter deer With a meals of my love; but what is he That was taken with thee, whom you called your brother? I row he shall not too be proved my son.