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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. Well, well, then Isaac shall dye: and we What will insew thereof shall after see. O false old hag, thou makest me soft to groan.
Satan. Well, well, then Isaac shall dye: and wee What will insew therof shall after see. O false old hag, thou makste me soft to grone.
Abraham. See where my son walks up & down alone. O silly child! O wretched men, death oft ⟨p. 37⟩Within our bosoms lodgeth him full soft, When furthest of we take him for too be. And therefore right great need always have we To lead such life, as if we fain would die. But wottest thou my son (alas) what I Intend to say?
Abraham. See where my sonne walks vp & downe alone. O silie child! O wretched men, death oft ⟨p. 37⟩Within our bosoms lodgeth him full soft, When furthest of we take him for too be. And therfore right great need alwaies haue we To leade such life, as if we fayne would die. But wotest thou my sonne (alas) what I Intend to say?
Isaac. What pleaseth you good father.