THE DREAM OF JUDAS MOTHER FULFILLED.
Together with his sinful Life and deserved destruction.
To the Tune of-----Christ is my Love.
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WHO that antique story reads;
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and ancient tales of old:
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a notable strange tragedy
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to you I will unfold;
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of that Judas Iscariot
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who did our Saviour sell,
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and did betray him with a kiss,
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to haste himself to hell.
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which was the last but foulest fact,
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that he did here on earth,
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yet other three most damnable
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mine author shewed hath,
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Its thought that Judas did descend
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of parents well esteemd,
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but real goodness to pursue,
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seldom or never dreamd.
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but to no purpose for to go
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his mother sleeping lay,
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and dreamd that she should bear a son
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which should his father slay,
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and to his mother married be:
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this she her husband told,
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but he amazd did greatly muse
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hearing his wife unfold
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so strange a vision; and he said,
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(seeing his wife with child)
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Its best when such a one is born
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to slay him when a child;
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O but, says she, worse is to come
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for this was in my dream,
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that the Saviour of all mankind
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should be betrayd by him.
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and that a kings son he should slay;
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and when all this is past,
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he from his God shall run away
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and hang himself at last.
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but being born, they do him lay
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close by a river side,
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Into a cradle made of segs
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thinking he should have died.
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the king had his dwelling near,
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the Queen having no child,
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quickly took up this infant young,
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who then was meek and mild.
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so him adopted for her child
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and sent him to the school,
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so soon as he could able be
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to walk in reasons rule.
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In learning arts he was brought up,
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and literature most fine,
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In wisdom and in policy,
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he spent his youthful time.
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at last the queen a child did bear;
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which made her to look down
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on Judas, who no better knew
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but that he was her own.
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but in a while Judas began
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for to correct this child;
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thinking that he was prince himself,
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but he was all beguild.
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the Queen began sharply to check
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Judas, who took it ill,
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and in furious discontentment,
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he doth the young prince kill.
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to Pontius Pilate then he fled,
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and service did require,
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who seeing him a brave comely man
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soon granted his desire.
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and after that his love he gaind
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but Pilate on a day,
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as he was riding thro the land
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on his sport and his play.
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a gallant orchard did behold,
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and did on Judas call,
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go buy me some of yon fair fruit
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and send them to my hall.
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but being of a greedy heart,
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he money offerd none,
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but presently at his own hand
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to pluck the fruit began.
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the orchard was his own fathers
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though all unknown to him,
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and he with Judas for the fruit,
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to quarrel did begin.
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Judas being the strongest man
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soon forth a weapon drew,
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and all unknown to them both
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his father there he slew.
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his fathers friend did him pursue,
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and sought his life to have,
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but quickly he to Pilate fled,
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and he did him receive.
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and with fair speeches many a one,
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the woman did persuade
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to marry Judas her own son,
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whom Pilate great had made.
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and said good woman do not refuse,
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my chief minion is he,
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he said if I should take his life,
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what better will you be?
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better for you to marry him,
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then take his life away,
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and here I promise for to do
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to you what good I may.
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but grief to sorrowing her constraind
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for her husband now dead,
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but Pilate who as king then reignd
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did this way her persuade.
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this cursed marriage being made
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this couple to their bed,
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began to talk of sundry things,
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which past oer their head.
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then unto him her dream she told,
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which struck him to the heart,
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when he remembred what had past
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thus he did from her part.
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our Saviour then in Judahs land
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resorted up and down,
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preaching and working miracles
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in city, land, and town.
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our Saviour knew what was in him
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yet he did him receive,
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tho Christ knew he would him betray
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yet him he credit gave.
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the scripture tells he kept the bag
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but card not for the poor,
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altho for coin he Christ betrayd
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what needeth progress more.
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his mothers dream is now fulfilld
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and he hell is gone,
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God keep all faithful christians
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from being left alone,
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intreat the Lord that with his spirit
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he may direct us all,
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that from the favour of the Lord
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our souls may never fall.
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keep Lord that spirit from entering mine
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which entered into him,
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and all things that we take in hand
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make us at God begin,
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one sin another on doth bring,
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thus we may clearly see;
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and heretofore it hath been seen
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in this sad tragedy.
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