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A tragedy of Abraham's sacrifice, written in frenchA tragedie of Abrahams sacrifice, written in french
A tragedy of Abraham's sacrifice, written in french by Theodore Beza, and translated into English, by A.G. Finished at Powles Belchamp in Essex, the xj. of August. 1575A tragedie of Abrahams sacrifice, written in french by Theodore Beza, and translated into Inglish, by A.G. Finished at Povvles Belchamp in Essex, the xj. of August. 1575
London: printed by Thomas Vautroullier, 1577
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.
Satan. Now is he down, if God send no relief.
Satan. Now is he downe, if God send no releef.
Abraham. What said I? what intend I? O my God Which didst create and make me of a clod, Thou art my Lord, and I thy servant true. Out of my native country thou me drew. ⟨p. 34⟩[…] ⟨p. 35⟩[…] ⟨p. 36⟩How oftentimes hast thou assured me, That unto mine this land should lotted be? And when thou gave me Isaac, didst not thou Most faithfully and constantly avow, That out of him such offspring should be bred, As should this land throughout all overspread? Then if thou wilt needs take him now away, What should I thereunto against thee say? He is thine own, I had him of thy gift. Take him therefore. Thou knowest best how to I know thou wilt to life him raise again, Rather than that thy promise should be vain. Howbeit Lord, thou knowest I am a man, No good at all or do or think I can. But yet thy power which ay is invincible, Doth to belief make all things possible. Hence flesh, hence fond affections every chone: Ye humane passions let me now alone. Nothing to me is good or reasonable, Which to Gods will is not agreeable.
Abraham. What sayd I? what intend I? O my God Which didst create and make me of a clod, Thou art my Lord, and I thy seruant trew. Out of my natiue countrie thou me drew. ⟨p. 34⟩〈…〉 ⟨p. 35⟩〈…〉 ⟨p. 36⟩