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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10192	A 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; Abraham sacrifiant. English.	Bèze, Théodore de, 1519-1605.; Golding, Arthur, 1536-1606.	1577 (1577)	STC 2047; ESTC S109029	20,167	66

full well may say He goeth right and while he holds that way He neuer needes to feare that he shall stray Sara comming out of the same house sayth In thinking and bethinking me what store Of benefits I haue had erst heretofore Of thee my God which euer hast prouided To keepe my mind and bodie vndefiled And furthermore according to thy word Which I tooke then as spoken but in boord Hast blist mine aged time aboue all other By giuing me the happy name of mother I am so rauisht in my thought and mind That as I would full fayne no meane I find The least of all the benefits to commend Which thou my God doest daily still me send Yit sith alone with thee Lord here I am I will thee thanke at least wise as I can But is not yuu my husband whom I see I thought he had bin further of from me Abraham Sara Sara thy mind I well allow Nought hast thou sayd but I the same auow Come on and let vs both giue thankes togither For Gods great mercy since our cōming hither The frute thereof as both of vs hath found Let prayse thankes from both of us resownd Sara Contented Sir how might I better doe Than you to please in all you set me too And euen therefore hath God ordeyned me Agein wherein can time spent better be Than in the setting forth of Gods dew praise Whose maiestie doth shew it selfe alwayes Aboue and eke beneath before our eyes Abraham Of truth no better can a man deuise Than of the Lord to sing the excellence For none can pay him other recompence For all his giftes which daily he doth send Than in the same his goodnes to commend The Song of Abraham and Sara Come on then let vs now begin to sing with hartes in one accord The prayses of the souerein heauenly king our onely God and Lord. His onely hand doth giue vs whatsoeuer We haue or shall hereafter haue for euer It is alonly he that doth mainteine the he auen that is so hie So large in compasse and in space so mayne and eke the starrie skie The course whereof he stablisht hath so sure That ay withouten fayle it doth endure The skorching heate of sommer he doth make the haruest and the spring And winters cold that maketh folke to quake in season he doth bring Both wethers faire and fowle both sea land Both night and day be ruled by his hand Alas good Lord and what are we that thou didst choose and enterteyne Alonly vs of all the world and now doth safely vs mainteine So long a time from all the wicked rowtes In towne coūtry where we come throughouts Thou of thy goodnes drewest us away from places that are giuen To serue false gods and at this present day hast wandringly vs driuen To trauell still among a thowsand daungers In nacions vnto whom we be but straungers The land of Egypt in our chiefest neede thou madst to haue a care Thy seruants bodies to mainteine and feede with fine and wholsom fare And in the ende compelledst pharao Full sore against his will to let vs goe Foure mightie Kinges that were already gon away with victorie I ouertooke and put to flight anon before they could me spie And so I saw the feeldes all stained red With blud of those which through my sword lay dead From God receiued well this benefite For he doth mind vs still As his deere freendes in whom he doth delight and we be sure he will Performe vs all thinges in dew time and place As he hath promist of his owne free grace To vs and vnto our posteritie this land belongs of right To hold in honor and felicitie as God it hath behight And we beleue it surely shall be so For from his promise God will neuer goe Now tremble you ye wicked wights therefore which sowed are so thicke Throughout the world worship now such store of gods of stone and sticke which you your selues with wicked hāds do carue To call vpon and vainly for to serue And thou O Lord whom we doe know to be the true and liuing God Come from thy place that we may one day see the vengeance of thy roode Upon thy foes that they may come to nowght With all their gods deuizd through wicked thowght Abraham Go to my Sara that great God of ours Hath blist vs to thintent that we all howres Should for his giftes which he alone doth giue Him serue and prayse as long as we doe liue Now let vs hence and chiefly take good heede We hazard not our sonne to much in deede By suffering him to haunt the company Of wicked folke with whom you see we be A new made vessell holdeth long the sent Of that that first of all is in it pent A child by nature nere so well dispozed By bringing vp is quite and cleane transpozed Sara Sir I doe hope my dewtie for to doe Therefore the thing that we must looke vnto Is that Gods will may be fulfild in him Right sure I am we shall him weeld so trim And that the Lord will blisse him so as all Shall in the ende to his high honor fall Satan in the habit of a Monke I goe I come I trauell night and day I beate my braynes that by no kind of way My labour be in any wise misspent Reigne God aloft aboue the firmament The earth at least to me doth wholly draw And that mislikes not God nor yet his lawe As God by his in heauen is honored So I on earth by myne am worshipped God dwells in heauen and I on earth likewize God maketh peace and I doe warres deuize God reignes aboue and I doe reigne belowe God causeth loue and I doe hatred sowe God made the starrie skies and earthy clodds I made much more for I did make the godds God serued is by Angells full of light And doe not my faire Angells glister bright I trow there is not one of all my swine Whose grooyn I make not goldlike for to shine These lechours drunkards gluttons ouerfedd Whose noses shine faire tipt with brazell redd Which weare fine precious stones vppon their Are my vpholders my Cherubins skinnes God neuer made a thing so perfect yit That could the makers full perfection hit But I haue made whereof I glory may A thowsand worser then my selfe farre way For I beleue and know it in my thought therz but one God that my self am nowght But yit I know there are whose foolish mind I haue so turned quite against the kind That some which now is commō long agone Had leuer serue a thowsand gods than one ▪ And others haue conceiued in their brayne That for to thinke there is a God is vayne Thus since the time the man on mowld was made With happy lucke I followed haue this trade And follow wil come losse or come there gain So long as I this habit may mainteine I say this habit

amisse I pray to God him so to blisse As soone to cure this his disease Halfe the Shepherds Amen say I if it him please Halfe the Shepherds Sure I suppoze how ere the cace doth stand He hath this time some weightie thing in hand The song of the Shepherds As howge as is the world we see With all the things that in it be Yet nothing is so strong and sure That can for euer here endure Almighty God which all mainteynes Can nothing spie that ay remaynes Except him selfe all else ech one Indure short time and soone are gone The sunne with bright and burning beames Goes casting forth his cheerefull gleames As long as day in skie doth last Then darksom night doth ouer cast All kind of thinges both fowle and fayre With coleblacke winges aloft in ayre And of the moone what shall we say Which neuer keepeth at a stay Sometimes with hornes she doth appeere Sometime halfe 〈◊〉 now thicke now cleere Anon with rownd and fulsom face The night she fro the skie doth chace The twincling starres aboue on hye Ronne rolling rownd about the skye One while with wether fayre and cleere Another while with lowring cheere Two dayes togither match and ye Them like in all poynts shall not see The one doth passe more swift away The other longer while doth stay The one as though it did vs spyght Bereeues vs of the cheerfull lyght The other with his color bryght Doth ioy our hart and dim our sight One burnes the world with heate from skyes With frost and cold another dyes With purple greene blew white and red The earth earwhile is ouerspred Anon a blast of nipping cold Maks freshest thinges looke seare and old The riuers with their waters moyst Aboue their bankes are often hoyst And passe their bownds with rage so farre That they the plowmans hope doe marre And afterward they fall within Their chanells ronning lank and thin And therefore whoso doth him grownd On awght that in the world is fownd Beneath or in the starrie skyes I say I count him nothing wyze What then of him is to be sayd Whose hope on man is wholly stayd Ech liuing creature subiect is To endlesse inconueniencis And yit among them all the sunne In all his course which he doth runne Beholdeth not a feebler wyght Than man is in his cheefest plyght For he that is most wyze and stowt Is so beseeged rownd abowt And so assayld with vices strong That often he is throwen along What a foole is he whose hart Thinks to be free from wo and smart So long as he doth liue on mowld But if that any creature wowld Be sure taccumplish that desire He must goe set his hart more higher Whereof our maister rightly may A good example bee that way Halfe the Shepherds The best I thinke that can be now espyde Is for too draw vs one asyde That ech of vs may by him selfe alone Pray God to send our maister which is gone A safe returne with gladnesse gowe Halfe the Shepherds I will not be behind I trowe A pavvse Isaac My father Abraham Alas a poore father am I. Isaac Sir here is woode with fire and knyfe redy But as for sheepe or lambe I see none here For you to offer Abraham O my sonne most deere God will prouide Abide thou heere I say While I to God a litle whyle doo pray Isaac Good father go but yit I pray you showe Me whereupon this greef of yours doth growe Which doth I see so greatly you appall Abraham At my returne my sonne thou shalt know all But in the meane tyme pray thy selfe heere too ▪ Isaac It is good reason that I should so doe And therewithall I will ech thing addresse That first this wood may be in redinesse This billet first shall gin the order heere Then this then that shall cloze togither neere Thus all these thinges are redie now and prest My father shall prouide for all the rest And now O God I will aside retyre To pray to thee as reason doth requyre Sara The more we liue the more we see alas What life it is that in this world we passe Was neuer woman borne vpon the mowld That for hir husband or hir yssue could Hirselfe with me in happinesse compare But yit I haue indurde such greefe and care These last three dayes since they went hence that well I am not able for my life to tell Which of the twayne hath greater to me beene The former ioy or present peyne I meene Which I haue felt these last 3. dayes since they Haue bin away for nother night nor day Haue I tane rest bycause my mind doth ronne On nothing but my husband and my sonne And of a truth I was to blame as tho In that I suffered them away to goe And went not with them Of the six dayes three Alas but three my God yit passed bee And yit three mo my patience still must proue Alas my God which seest me from aboue Both outwardly and inwardly alway Uowtsafe to shorten these three yeeres I say For were they much more shorter than they be They be not dayes but moneths yeeres to me My God thy promis putts me out of dowt But if thou long delay the falling out I feare I shall haue neede of greater strength To beare the peyne in holding out at length Wherefore my God now graunt thou vnto me I may with ioy right soone my husband see And eke mine Isaac in mine armes embrace Returnd in helth and saftie to this place Abraham O God my God thou seest my open hart And of my thowghts thou seest ech secret part So that my cace I neede not to declare Thou seest alas thou seest my wofull care Thou onely canst me rid of my diseaze By graunting me if that it might thee pleaze One onely thing the which I dare not craue Satan An other song then this yit must we haue ▪ Abraham What what and is it possible that Gods Behest and deede should euer be at oddes Can he deceiue euen to this present day He hath kept towche in all that he did say And can he now vnsay his word no no. But yit it would ensew he should doe so If he my sonne should take away as now What say I O my God my God sith thow Doost bid me I will doe it Is it right That I so sinfull and so wretched wight Should fall to scanning of the iudgements Of thy most perfect pure commaundements Satan My cace goes ill O Cowle we must yit find Some other way tassault this hagards mind Abraham It maybe that I haue imagined Amisse the more it is examined The more the cace seemes straūge It was perchaunce Some dreame or wicked feend that at a glaunce Did put this matter in my head for why So cruell offrings please not God perdye He cursed Cayne for killing of his brother And shall I kill myne Isaac and none other Satan No no. Neuer doe