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The covenant newly revived. In a conference between Mr. Crofton and a converted Scotch parson. Discovering all the whole mistery of iniquity carried on by hare-brain'd faction under pretence of reformation.
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Crofton, Zachary, 1625 or 6-1672.
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1661
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Wing C7002; Thomason E1878_3; ESTC R209843
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THE SCOTCH Covenant NEWLY REVIVED IN A Conference between Mr. Crofton and a Converted Scotch Parson Discovering all the whole Mistery of Iniquity carried on by hare-brain'd Faction under pretence of Reformation LONDON Printed in the Year 1661. THE PREAMBLE Mr Crofton being spiritually advertised to invite Mr. Withers to dinner and especially to give him thanks on the behalf on his Church-Commoners for remaining so constant to his Principles of sedition and expressing himself so freely in Print for the Covenant whereby by Mr. Crofton thought his own spurious pamphlets the more strengthened and secured and his Lungs the better clarified and preserved by that powder of Brimstone to hold out belching against all those who would not fall down and worship the Calf-Covenant with the white face It happen'd that an honest Scottish Parson Rara avis c. having read some of Croftons Pulpit Pasquils and poysonous Papers against the Primitive power and Basis of Church-Governernment Episcopacy and conceiving himself able enough to enter the List against so Ignorant and Weak a Disputant enquired for Croftons house to which he was directed by a Boy where like an unwelcome or un-sent-for person he waited till after Dinner and then Mr. Crofton setting his Beard as much as there was of it in Print ordering his Band drawing his Month together as you have seen a Milk Wench pictur'd in a Land-skip and putting his Countenance into the precise Model of a vizard accosts the Scotch man in these words What is your will with me The Parson somewhat amazed at his State and Formality answered Geod feath Mon I ken no whot ta speke toll thee gif tow tekst sike Stat upon thee Crofton discovering him by his Tongue to be a Scottish-man thought he was sent to him upon some Designe from the Kirk cryed him Mercy took him by the hand and requested him to walk with him up staires where they had dined Mr. Crofton desiring Mr. Withers his Brother in iniquity to salute the Parson as a reverend Member and Pillar of their Church which to do Mr. Withers likewise sets his face on the skrewes and then enquires what newes in Scotland I ken noot sir quoth the Parson and laughed heartily Mr. Withers reprehending his error said I mean in from or out of Scotland they are all one by a Trope but pray Sir what Newes out of Scotland if you will have it so Scottish I Here ne mare than ye aw her gif yee ha eny luggs Crofton But how does the Parliament proceed there Scottishman Marry mickle wee le thay ha brunt the Coov'nant sir bethhond o the Comon Hong mon. Crofton Oh horrid Withers Oh horrid Monstra morendum Crofton I 'le justifie it was an act of sacriledge a work of the Divel Withers And his damme a sin ' gainst God and man Crofton Nay a plain sin against the Holy Ghost for as I sind it and can prove it it is a sin against knowledge Ergo a sin against the Holy Ghost as I said before Withers A sin unpardonable and therefore damnable Scottishman Haud haud sirs haud ne mere Blesfemy wha med the Coovnant Crofton The select people of God Withers The Righteous of three Nations like as a three-fold cord is the strongest so the Covenant was strengthened and made up with the most undefiled hands of three Nations Scottishman Haud haud sirs haud yee gang ta fest A me saw the thrads o that Coord was wop'd in Hell an y ar Coovnant med up o the Deele himsell I ken it reit wee le sirs gif ye ha eny gress curss an ban it fro y ar hoose an y ar saws sirs an faw to the tra service o Goad sirs mind yee me let noot Prid an siller damm ye sirs ye ha a gretious King sirs an a geod Kirk Government noow sirs I uphold ye sirs the lick i ne plece i the Wardd sirs Crofton Yes at Rome sir Scottishman Fi fi geod feath y are mickle oout sirs Crofton Where the Whore of Babylon commits daily fornication with the Kings of the earth Withers And hides all her iniquities in Lawn Sleeves the Marke of the Beast is upon her Crofton she drinks the blood of the Faithful and devours the livings of the Godly she is more Insatiate then the Sea or the Grave Withers Or Hell fire and choakes worse then brimston Scottishman Y are mickle wise sirs ye ha roab'd a feole latly sirs mind yee me an herke yee toll me be avisd sirrs I speke fur aw yere geods y are Coovnant has med ye aw woud sirrs be avised sirs Crofton The Covenant was a sacred thing framed to maintain the Church in its Primitive whitenesse and purity Withers Against the pride of the Prelates and the Innovations of Antichrist Scottishman Oout oout faw sham the faw deele has gin yee a lift fro Goad Sirs an noow ye lick Lymmer loones spet at his servants gif yee had ane fer O the Loord yee wold noot de as yee de Sirs Crofton Why What doe we doe Sir Withers I What doe we doe Sir Crofton Did not the Covenant receive its Birth in your Countrey and were not your Countreymen the lawful and rightful Fathers of it and were not we advertised by Henderson that man of God Scotchman O the dele mon Crofton And many other precious Saints by Letters I say advertised by Letters with holy and powerful sanctifying Reasons that Bishops were not Jure Divino that their Calling Power in the Church was but mere Usurpation promoted by the Pope to introduce his Power and make the Sea of Rome more glorious and to that end to second their Brotherly Engagements with us who were tender Consciences made an Inrode into England with the Bible in one hand and Sword in the other the very Sword of the Spirit which carried all before it and punished all from Dan to Barsheba do you not know this Scottishman Ne be Goad noow yee mack me swer for aw the tim the Coovenant ers wern up i Erms they wern beten mest bestly i ery plece an the geod King ded prosper tol Crumwall the faw deele splits Crag for 't cam wi his Independent riff raff ragged rogs thaut fooght for the Kirk but plunder'd the Quire oout o hoilly roth the dele a bit ded y ar thar Coovenant threve Sirs tall than Sirs Crofton You are mistaken sir Out intentions were geod Our Cause was geod and our successe in every place geod Scotchman Ded yee fitt foor Goad oor the Deele sirs oor foor siller sirs foor Mammon sirs the Deels none Cousin sios ans Damms Munion sirs Crofton We fought for the Covenant sir Scottishman Wha the Deele shod yee fitt foor that yee had befer sirs Crofton We fought for the keeping and maintaining it Withers And for the Church in generall and against Bishops and Prelates as we said before Scottishman Ne Ne geod feath I ken wee 'l enoow what yee foot for firs Ye foote een'e anenst the Kirke an foor the Beshops Lands sirs an foorne yere none pert Master Copton Wrethers yee durst nere leoke a tiny Kitlin i th fece yat lick Seint Thefe in the Legend Yee ha threv'e brawly wi a murren toll yee aâ— Noll grazd a fett Soow i the brech whan he ga you the Statute Office whilke yee sauld i the Deeles nam to Master that 's o the Duck Drake Drack Master Drake Drack for a powr o poonds geod an mickle sterlin siller be the Masse an ded yee noot ater yee had plundered the Bishops o thar hoorses and siller bi thar Londs an sa roobd the Kirke i the faw Deels nem an noow de yee complan o y ar paverte i prent wi a hoorse pox toll yee aw me saw ye pratend lyolty an hoow muckle yee ha loov'd the King and Kirke whan yee ha wrot an speke anenst um lick a ralling ratling rag as towart an enderst emong yee toll ris a new warr sirs anenst the pece o the King an Countre Withers The Man 's mad sure have you a minde to bee beaten Priest Scottishman Wha sall dot noot sike a limmer Loone a rabbell rabbell o rim an noone sense as tou art Crofton I professe you are very uncivil sir Scottishman Ne Ne noot sa unsele as tow art toll pip i the Lasses breches an see aw foor noaught their very noock an aw geod feath yee Presbyters are pintell proud Jacks yee loove to be pepin in hools an vant your Leachery at yare fingers ends sirs Crofton You base unworthy man doe you abuse me in my own howse Scottishman Nee Nee yee ha abased y ar nan sell sir in y ar non hoose an a brod ta sir bi bringing y ar tiny Lasse tool the stol o Repentance gif ya stend se muckle and mayn on y ar Covenant an your Santete whot med ye sham et se bestli but y ar loost lick a fawse Loone gis yee are Crofton Get you out of my doores I professe my fingers tingle at him Scottishman Ne Ne tes at another Lass Mon gang y ar waies foor a coople of Dunces yee cannoot hald despute worth a Crack And so the Scottish parson left them fuming and fretting that their knaveries should be so discovered to the world and gave order to the person aforesaid to publish this passage that his Credit might receive no prejudice by their Quarrelling FINIS