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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.
Abraham. O of mine age the only staff and stay, My darling, O my darling, fain would I That I for thee a thousand times might dye: But God will have it otherwise as now.
Abraham. O of mine age the only staffe and stay, My derling, O my derling, faine would I That I for thee a thowsand times might dye: But God will haue it otherwise as now.
Isaac. Alas my father, mercy I cry you. Alas alas I want both tongue and hand, Against you in mine own defence to stand. But see, but see my tears for natures sake, None other fence I can or will now make Against you. I am Isaac, none other But Isaac, your only by my mother. I am your son that through your self hath life And will you let it be bereft with knife? Howbeit, if you do't to 'hey the Lord, ⟨p. 39⟩Then on my knees I humbly do accord, To suffer all that ever God and you, Shall think expedient for too do as now. But yet what deeds, what deeds of mine deserve This death O God, my God my life preserve.
Isaac. Alas my father, mercie I kry you. Alas alas I want both tung and hand, Ageinst you in mine owne defence to stand. But see, but see my teares for natures sake, None other fence I can or will now make Ageinst you. I am Isaac, none other But Isaac, your only by my mother. I am your sonne that through your self hath life And will you let it be bereft with knife? Howbeit, if you do't to 'hey the Lord, ⟨p. 39⟩Then on my knees I humbly doe accord, To suffer all that euer God and yow, Shall think expedient for too doo as now. But yit what deeds, what deeds of mine deserue This death O God, my God my life preserue.