IVDAS JUSTIFIED BY HIS BROTHER SCOT.
DID
Iudas spare to a
[...]ke? or did the Jewes
Like wary Hucksters thriftily refuse
To give? Pish! Thirty pence! Why not at least
Two Hundred Thousand Pounds in hand, the rest
Secur'd by Publick Faith? Surely that Crew,
Those bart'
[...]ing Rabbins (give the Divill's due)
Were Babes in malice, very Novices
To Westminster-Preists, Scribes, Pharises,
Invet'rate canck'red Caitiffs, would they not
Have else (like these) bid more?
Iscariot
Was but a puny
Scot in avarice,
Or he'd have begg'd up a more Wealthy Price
For him that was beyond Price. Had the Bough
But spar'd that silly Traytors life till now,
To see his Brother Blew-cap spin a plot
Transcending his so highly, would he not
Have hang'd himselfe twice ore? O prodigy!
Heavens stand amaz'd! Vast University
Of Sublunaries, tremble! What? the sin,
The execrable villany, wherein
Iudas for sixteene Centuries and more,
Sate Supreame Chaire-man (ne'r evinc'd before)
Rak'd from his bowells now? made Christian?
Nay, rendred by the Caledonian,
A Demi peccadillo? Cursed Race
Of false Ubiquita
[...]ies, that imbase
Gods Image, take the Ballances and weigh
Your pond'rous crime of poysonous alay,
And tell me, tell me, whether You, or Hee
For perpetration of Treachery,
Deserve the Palme. Hee by the Tempters craft
Was singled out, a lonely man, beraught
Of friendly Sociates that might advise,
And prompt the Horrour of the Enterprize;
And So bewitch'd, in melancholy moode,
Rashly, in haste, before he understood
The depth of Sathan, hood-wink'd drives the Pact;
Then by the Pa
[...]tors driv'n, needs must he act:
But you a full Convention of Estates,
Pack'd by a Nation of Confederates,
A Kirk-assembly, which you tearme Divine,
(Monstrous Divinity!) with wide-ope Eine
And consciences (or none) illuminate,
Upon discussion and free debate,
Delib'rately (with cursed Votes) have sold
Your King, your Master. Hee was not so bold
To shew the Light the Black fac'd deede he did,
But (as hee could) he patch'd figge-leaves, and hid
It and his shame in mists of piceous Night:
But impious You, as if you meant to fright
Heaven out of Justice, call'd the Heavens to see,
And testifie your brazen perfidie,
And dar'd the Sun-beames to record your sin,
That so Posterity might know wherein
You glory, to transcend.
Your Master fled
To you (Impostors) to be sheltered
From stormes of violence; Did his doe so?
You vow'd him safe Protection, and (to)
You bad the world defie you, call you base
Perfidious Villaines, scumme of Humane Race,
If you betray'd so sacred Trust as this,
(Did he doe so?) Yet while your fawning kisse
Did Hayle him thus (yee pedling Brats of Hell)
Yee barter'd him for money. He straight fell
Into reluctant fits, and did confesse
The horrid guilt of his grand wickednesse:
But you still vaunt it our, as if you had done
An Act of merit; sad compunction,
Your caut'eriz'd soules abandon; shall the Tree
When't catch you, so much Ingenuity
Wring from you (stiffe-neck'd Rebels) as to cry
Peccavi once before you hang and dy?
Iudas before a Traytor
Scot shall weare
A Saintly Rubrick in Times Calendar.
FINIS.
Printed in the Yeare, 1647.