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A68662	The rewarde of wickednesse discoursing the sundrye monstrous abuses of wicked and vngodlye worldelinges: in such sort set downe and written as the same haue béene dyuersely practised in the persones of popes, harlots, proude princes, tyrauntes, Romish byshoppes, and others. VVith a liuely description of their seuerall falles and finall destruction. Verye profitable for all sorte of estates to reade and looke vpon. Nevvly compiled by Richard Robinson, seruaunt in housholde to the right Honorable Earle of Shrovvsbury. A dreame most pitiful, and to be dreaded.	Robinson, Richard, fl. 1574.	1574 (1574)	STC 21121.7; ESTC S110696	77,705	128

time taketh place There Ver and Flora both do shewe theyr gorgious face Nor Zephirus doth shake no braunche within that sacred Hill But euery thing in former state alwayes continueth styll Nor Hiemps hath no power there the flakye Snowe to cast There is nothing that taketh taste of cruell Winters blast And as I sayde ere while hawe that wée did these Ladies spie So what wée sayd and they to vs I le tell you by and by When wée in order found them thus Haile Ladye Morpheus sayde With Cap in hande I vailde to earth They bad mée hele my heade And welcom Morpheus one and all they sayde reioysinglie Why hast thou bene so long ꝙ they what newes hast brought with thée ▪ What newes ꝙ Morphe newes ynough aread frō whence I came I haue performoe my promise made as ought an honest man. You did request and I agréede to vewe vile Stigion lakes And to peruse with wicked sorte what order Pluto takes And how they are rewarded there it was your willes to know That did delite in euill actes to worke poore people woe Quoth they that 's true were you there I came from thence ꝙ hée Then all at once they gaue him thankes as glad as they might bée With modest words tell vs ꝙ they what sightes that you haue séene For thankes is all you get of vs to quite your toyled paine But what we can or may be boulde that honest séemes to bée To pleasure you in any wise we shall thereto agrée But speake tell on le ts lose no time quoth one we thinke it long Begin good Morpheus quoth the rest and we will holde our tongue So Morpheus streight began his tale and t●ulde them how that hée ▪ Among a Masque of merye mates by chaunce did light on mée And howe wée past from ward to ward what was done and sayde And when wée came to Plutoes place among them howe wée sped And whome we saw and what they did what theyr sayinges was Correspondent to the trueth discribed more and les But when hée tolde them of the Pope that Alexander hight And of the Seruice that they sang and vsed day and night And what resort of Shauelings hée had with him euery howre The Ladyes all on Laughing fell yea rounde about the Tower. Yet wofull for the rest they were because they wanted grace For very zeale these worthy Dames in teares did washe theyr face Where at when Morpheus did behold these Ladies woful cheare Quod hée if I had thought on this I would not haue come heare But cease your dolour yet a while your listning eares lende mée And wipe away those plainting teares which gréeueth me to see For certs I haue of woefuluesse and dyrefull destnye tolde Of pleasaunt Pageantes I le rehearse Triumphs many folde In wandring vp and downe the vale to see these vglye fightes About the place where Pluto laye wee sawe great Lampes lights With Pageands playd and Tragedies noise of Trumpets sound Yea Bo●fires blasde with thumping guns that shooke the trembling groūd Which when we hard did behold we hasted fast to know What was the cause wherfore or why those trumpets gan to blow And comming to the Pallaice Gates wee néede not craue them why For Boner comes with open Iawe both yong and olde gan crye So Morpheus set the Tale an ende ▪ and as I sayde of late ●ne so as Boner welcomd● was at large di●cride the state Where at the Ladies euery one with comely smiling cheare Laide by their Bookes lawght ful fast those newes of him to heare A ha quoth they is Boner there That 's Plutoes Butcher bolde ▪ It's Plutoes parte to welcome him for seruice done of olde And reason good another saide desertes must néedes bée quit And so they are I doe perceyue by you in Plutos pit Some scoste sayd hee went for Soules that long in Stigion dwelde ▪ And other some to preache and teache a great opinion helde But in the fine a thousand thankes they yéelded Morpheus there And sayde they would deserue his paines if able that they were And yong man quoth Melpomina sith thou hast taken paine Wée doe confesse for recompence thy debtors to remaine But muche I wonder howe thy witte did serue these sights to sée Nay maruaile not quoth Morpheus then al while he was with mée But otherwyse in deede not hée nor any mortall man That could or might at any time Phlegetons fiers scan That 's true but what 's his name quoth one hee lookes with musing moode He is quoth Morpheus towards you al and sproong of Robins blood Whose painefull pen hath aye béene prest for to aduance this place As at these dayes his actes full well shal witnesse to your grace And certainelye his chirping tongue delites to bawke no truth But plaine song partes each where doth sing as well to age as youth Therfore sith I had promise made this vglye place to sée Mée thought a fitter man to take I could not finde then hée Quoth Vranye with séemely lookes Good sir yee saye full true For had you not some bodye take no man had knowne but you And thē your la●er had béen lost which now great thanks doth craue Nor the reward had beene knowen that wicked people haue And sith you light vpon our friende ten times the gladder wée To warning of the rest we trust these newes in Print to sée And with these words they tooke their bookes frō Turret straight discend With one accord they chargde me al to hast y this were pend In verse quoth Clio pithilye according to your Dreame We charge you that to al the world your pen doe straight proclaime And the Rewarde of wickednesse your Booke shall haue to name No better title can bée founde to grée vnto the same But when I hard these woordes in déede so full of care I was That when I should haue aunswere made no word from mée coulde pas My wits were wast my sence was fled and stil I stoode amasde Like Hart before the Hounde afright or Birde in pitfall dasde And what to say I read●es was they gaue so straight a charge Yet at a venture by and by these wordes I spake at large Madames quoth I my willing mind aye alwaies yours hath béene Although the grosenesse of my head deseru'de no praise to winne And more then twentye times ashamde assuredlye I am That any of my barren workes your learned eyes shoulde scan Apollos prudent worthie skill nor Pallas actiue feates I neuer knew to promise this how shall I pay my debtes My sillie eares Mineruas voyce could neuer vnderstande Alas good Ladies woulde you I shoulde take this worke in hande If Caliope rulde my pen and did thereto agrée Then shoulde you well and easie spie at all no fault in mée And sith as yet I neuer taste your milke of sacred brest I doe beséeche you euerie one forget your last request And place some

sir John His Nunnes and his Ancrees and all be thrust out His Pardnors go begging and wandring about The shauelings be shronken that once bare the swaye Their credite and customes be runne to decaye And Boner that bolstred the beames of his glorie Lyeth Sunke in the sandes that onse beare the blade That many a Christian therewith made full sorie A while in Christes Uineyarde he cut a great glade And stoute Storie that all the sturre made Gardiner is wanting that was the blood letter And Fecknam is fast that was the clocke setter Besyde an infinite number within that same I le That now be decayed and worne out of minde Banisht is Babilon that florishter● while And the way to Ierusalem by the Gospell they finde The Pope they repute to be a guide blinde They passe not a pin for his blessinges nor curses Let him saye what he will they holde fast their purses And in place of his friendes are starte vp his foes And one cruell Captaine that workes all the griefe A Iewell of Christ Jesus gaue Harding the bloes Confuting his fables in spite of his teeth Hée féedes the poore flocke with Christian beléefe Squencht is the confidence I say of our Harding Ther 's none young nor olde that estéemes him a farding One Barthlet wée may ban throughout this whole vale And so may the Pope with Candle Booke and Bell In the Papall pedigrewe hee tels such a tale That all Romish Roges may rore to heare tell That Christians had knowledge of the trumprye they se●● For he tippes vp the sacke and all poureth out From the first to the last he rappes the whole route This and much more being the iust cause Of the Popes great plague and miserable want I meane of money to maintaine his lawes Perforce must perswade you that here make your plaint Considering Gods worde hath him on the tainte You wofull soules that in Purgatorie lye Must yet here remaine there is good cause why Which is this you know the Pope hath béen at cost To found betwixt Pluto and Rome these stayres And nowe it is like that his labour is lost Because that his customes and credite thus weares Yet hée hath set Priests Munkes Nunnes and Friers And the rest of his Rable in hande for to make A Ladder to reache into Heauen for your sake And vp it was reared ▪ yeares long a goe And well vnderset with Dyrges and Masses With Popishe Props thousandes on a roe As Pardons Buls Idols Holy water and Ashes Palmes and holy Bread and many olde Trashes Lampes Lightes Crossing and Créeping And all to redresse your pitifull wéeping Singing and Ringing with Belles euery where Sensing and Fensing with Booke Bell and Candle Cursing and Praying of Muncke Nun and Frier Night daye and hower al thing for to handle Like workemen worthy not bunglers to Scamble A building to bolte so hye in the skyes doth craue Cunning workemen and such as are wise But loe alas the Popes willing minde For money to release you of these bitter paines So many thousandes stroue this Ladder to climbe That you mist the Heauen and hée his great gaines For bending it brake with waight of your Chaines By meanes whereof therein who put trust World without ende remaine héere they must And too short it was by full ten degrées And neuer could reach Gods glorye and blisse Although hee and his were as busie as Bees In th ende it woulde haue prouided but this Wherefore bée contented no remeedye is Tyl the Ladder bée mended hence to dispatche yée Or el● that the Pope come him selfe for to fetch yee The Gospell of Christ hath throughly confounded Not onely this Ladder of the Popes owne deuice But also destroyde al them that first founded The painted helles and paper Paradice Heare among vs they shall playe theyr Price Theyr stinking Idolatrye and vile Superstition As holye as they bée heare findes no remission Therefore it is Pultos pleasure that you knowe What fortune hath hapned your Father the Pope Hee him selfe to Heauen is not able to goe Except Saint Peter hale him vp in a Roape Or that hée chaunse to bée pulde by his Coape By our Lady of Walsingham swéet Roode of Chester Else his porcion in Heauen is scant worth a Testar These wordes being saide hée dismounteth the stage Saying vengeance and torment protect Plutos grace At the which cryed out with terrible rage Both yong and olde that were in that place A sight to sorrowfull in beholding theyr case I meane of al such as put trust in the Masse These Newes made theyr torments much worse then it was To sée the sorrowfull sort hale one another Crying out on the Popes and his shauelinges there The Father the Sonne the Daughter the Mother The Uncle the Aunte and Grandsier appeare To the ninthe degrée thousandes there were Both Ritch and Poore that trusted to the Masse Not one of themall but I am sure there hée was Some cryde fye of Idols and some of holye water Some of Supersticion and some of Scalaceli Other some lamented the mumbling of Lady Psalter Alas quod another this will not preuaile yée Now maye you sée their trumprye doth faile yée So it doth them selues for loe where they lye That late hoyst theyr Gods in Haulters full hye And loe quoth hée where they hée singing a Masse Pope Alexander Pope Ioane and both vnder a stoale Sée you not the swéete blood of hayles in a glasse Which Idoll brought hither many a poore soule A Pardoner mée thinke standes by with a scrowle Some officer bée like of Saint Johns sweete Frary Looke who is in his bookes it is best you prepare yée At which wordes such a number brake out Of Caues and Sinkes on euery side As Tipling Bibs and Suckers of grow●e Se● Sowers and Brewbates thyther fast bide Tutors and Teltales in euery nowke cryde Pickethankes and Prow●ers beare holy water Their maisters being worldlings sayd Confiteor and Misereator Flattery light Lampes to our Lady of grace Ipocrisie calde them vp to the offering Saint Anne of Buckstones was washing a pace But Lucre was lifting small pence to the Coffering At shrieft they were close in euery place Tw●● faces in one hoode the Crosse then did beare Whereat abhomination beganne for to sweare Great deui●ion there séemed to bée All that were there ▪ did knocke on theyr breast But alas to late for to crye then Peccaui Althoughe the Pope both Crossed and bleste For when hée lookte backe at Ite missa est When Dan Limli●ter the Candles should oute All flewe on a fire their Colledge through out ¶ Howe the Ladder was amended that lately was craish● After that time trulie of no man I aihste FINIS ❧ The torment of Tiranny and the reward for his vvickednesse Being a King called Mydas VVhich Tirannouslye swallowed not onely his Countrey for Lucre sake but his householde Seruauntes also THus as wée left these Romish

other in my stéede this worke in hande to take And so you shall your little Birde a chéerefull Robin make And otherwyse when all is done for to acquite my paines With losse of all my labour I shall purchas Cherils gaines What will you so quoth one indéede by this what doe you meane Who might for shame denie vs all to take so mickle paine What neede you to aleadge such doubts you are to blame quoth shée Who want you to assist you with when we thus friendelie bée And are we not both some and all for to erect the same Who euer yet tooke paine for vs but wan immortall Fame And then shée helde me fast by th hand come Sisters then quoth shée Come bring your keyes vndoe your lockes let this younge man see How we exalte the studious sorte whose paynefull hande and quill Is apt at any time to yéelde their fruites vnto this hill I hearing this vneth one worde durst saye but helde me still And countnaunce made as if I woulde consent vnto their will. And so they brought vs to the place that all the rest excéedes Ten times as much as in swéete May the Cowslops stincking wéede And méete vpon the mountaine toppe bolt vp into the skies This noble place of endelesse fame most curiously doth ryse Whose Turrets here there doe showe the cūning workmans skill That first by art that statelie place began on sacred hill Epowdered were the Walles abroade with stones of Onix kinde The rest was Chrystall finely wrought that like the Orient shinde Méete square it was on euerye side as could bée thought in minde ▪ Set out with Phanes that here and there flew vp downe the wind No doores but one where on was set nine lockes made for y nones Of finest Golde with curioust workes outcht rounde with precious stones ▪ And euery Sister had a key respondent to the same Which by the vse of Custome ould did know theyr auntient name ▪ To which eache Sister put her keye abroade the Gates were cas● They had mée come and there he holde my Guerdon due at last And as wee passed through the Court the pleasaunt house to vewe Amid the same I did espie a Laurell where it grewe Wherein a thousande Birdes I thinke or me with swéetelie voyce On euery spray the littleones sit and gladsomelie reioyce Upon eche Laurell twigge there hange the pennes of euerie one Whose painefull handes their learned Muse declared long agone ▪ And grau'd in gold was eche mans name what their trauels were For monumentes tacquite their paines shall hang for euer there Thus when we had behelde at will the fashion of this trée These Ladies bid vs yet abide a greater sight to sée And then they brought vs to a place where all the Poetes bée In Pictures drawne by cunning arte eache man in his degree And as their trauels did appéere to challenge prayse or fame Euen so eache one exalted was according to the same Among a number some I knewe whose workes full oft I reade That picturde were in liuelie forme as they had not beene deade ▪ The first of all olde Homer sate with visage sage and sad Upon his head of Laurell made a triple garlande had Then Virgill as their order is with wan and paled lookes Was placed in a comelie seate of eyther side his Bookes ●uid next to Virgill sate as leane as hée might bée Whose musing moode in all respectes did with the same agrée And Chawcer for his merie tales was well esteemed there And on his head as well ought best a Laurell garland were All these I knewe and many moe that were to long to name That for their trauels were rewarde for euermore with Fame And looking rounde about that house to sée and if I might By chaunce of any countrey men of mine to haue a sight At length I was espide there of Skelton and Lydgat VVager Heywood and Barnabe Googe all these togither sate With diuers other English men whose names I will omit That in that place enioye the like of whome I spake not yet And méete behinde the doore I sawe a place where Cherill sate Arte there thought I vnto my selfe I am like to be thy mate By then we had behelde all this the night was almost gone Therefore I le take my leaue of you quoth Morpheus euery one Ther 's no remedie but depart this youngman must away Beholde where ●os shewes hir face and doth disclose the daye With al our harts these Ladies sayd thanks we thousands giue And what wée may good Morpheus doe it s yours euē while wée liue With veyled knée vnto the grounde my leaue of them I tooke Who gentlye bid mée all farewell and chargde mée with the boo●● And good yong man quoth they take paines these few newes to pen So shalt thou earne greate thankes of vs and of all Englishe men And for our ayde bée sure of it gainste Zoilus and his whelpes For to defend thy Booke and thée wée promise heare our helpes Loe heare you see howe wée acquite our seruauntes at the last Wée cause them liue when cruell death hath take the vitall blast And here a place wée will prepare for thée among these men That haue immortall glorye wonne by painefulnesse of pen. At which most courteously I craude and vailed with my knée And sayde good Ladies call againe this charge if it maye bée Commit it to some other man that hath much better skill And better knowth an hundreth times to scale your learned Hill. Your Honours haue in Th'innes of Court a sort of Gentlemen That fine would fit your whole intentes with stately stile to Pen. Let Studley Hake or Fulwood take that William hath to name ▪ This peece of worke in hande that bée more fitter for the same But when they hard mée speake these words they were offēded sore Wée saye looke to thy charge quoth they and let vs heare no more ▪ And then they whyrled to the Gate away they vanisht straight Which when wée sawe wee there withall descended downe the hight So Morpheus brought meé home againe frō whence I came before And bade mée laye mée downe and sléepe for I had traueylde sore ▪ But looke quoth he vnto thy charge as thou wilt aunswere make Forget nothing that thou hast seene in flaming Stigion Lake And then hée tooke his leaue and went no more I might him sée But with this trauaile out of hande full sore he charged mée And as a man whose sillie sprightes had wandered all the night So in a slumber waked I and vp I gat me right And called for the merie mates in th' euening that were there I meruell where they bée quoth I another aunswerd here Alas it was a death to sée their lookes so deade and pale And how both purse heade of witte were sacte and spoilde with ●l ▪ Some Gaged Daggers some their Coats when al was gone spe The Ale wife