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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

I was q●itie and payde it prou●de not so when all was sayde and done I made accounte to prosper ninetene yeere and glad I was as any man might bee I thought to make them stoupe both farre and néere but yet I was deceyude the Deuill failed mee Innocens of that name the tenthe died straight then by the most elections placed was I In the chayre of Pompe I stretchte my selfe on heyght for Pope I was proclaimed by and by Then Alexander the sirt I had to name and all for Solemnization of degree Thus rechelesse Rome agréed to the same bothe Ritche and Poore then wishte it so to bée Thus was the Myter with the Triple crowne ouchte rounde about with stones of worthye pryce Set on my headde in chayre of statelye Rome igrauen subtelly by curious crafty vice Arayed in robes of glearing beaten Golde with Pearles depotherid here and there in sight And at my feete in handes did Cardinals holde a Rose of finest mettall costlye dighte I treade on Tissue eache foote I set on grounde aboue my head was borne a shryne of golde Eache knee fell to the earth to heare my voyce or sounde who went at libertye that I bad take or holde Kinges and Princes with noble peeres I brought in feare and awe so muche they durst not route Them and their countreys I sackt brought to nought to mee and mine that would not bowe and stowpe All Italie in my wrathe I rente and shooke all Christian Princes I vexed night and daye I banish Kinges their regall seates I tooke who durst to mee so hardye doe or saye Honoured like a God I was in euery steede Who spake against my Lawes that scaped death All faithfull men with sworde and fire I rid alleadging that they liu'de out of the Christian faith A Leuen yéeres the Tyrante thus I playde and eyght monethes then sicke I fell at laste I wared feble my courage quite decayde I pinde awaye and Atropos made haste Thus I kept my bedde longe space and time the cause thereof I gladlye wisht to knoe So at the lengthe I calde a man of mine that of my secreates many times did knoe Modena was his name that best I trust into my Waredroabe my keyes withall I sent There laye a Booke within a Cubbard thrust of Nigromancie in Seruius first frequent When as my seruaunt into my Waredroabe came A Pope hée founde all deckte in Ritche araye That seemed as hée thought a very earthly man Of whome afrayde my seruaunt came his way And all a freight to me he tels this tale which drewe me in a maze and musing minde Yet after a while I calde my man by name and sent him once againe the booke to finde This booke with golde and precious stones was bounde I neuer loued Christes Testament halfe so well Of Nygromancie there was containde the ground throughout the earth there was not any such But when my man the Wardroabe entered againe he founde the Pope iawsting vp and downe Although he were afrayde yet manly ventred and fainde himselfe as though he sought a gowne But terriblye this Pope with sparkling looke sayde to my man my friende what doest thou here Where at hée shranke forgetting of the booke almost hee lost his winde for very dread and f●are With trembling fleshe anon thus aunswered hée for the Pope I come to fetche a Gowne hée sayd What Pope quod vision you haue no Pope but mée and I am hée that ought to bée obeyde With this my man returned backe agayne and what hée sawe reuealed in myne eare Whiche when I heard did much augment my payne for death at hande I knew would straight appeare Then sicknesse did encrease eache hower more and more and at the length time gan to drawe so nye One like a messenger rapping at the doore with open mouth awaye dispatche gan crye ▪ With this the doores abroade gan flye and rushing in hee comes to speake with mée First word hee sayde haste haste dispatche quod hée the time is come from death thou canst not flee Then Jobiected ●o his charge full sore the former promise that he made to mée Howe I oughte to liue eyghte yeere by couenant more And if a leuen and eyght obserued bee Quod hee agayne my sayinges you haue mistaken eleuen yeares eyght monethes was all I meant My promise to obserue I haue not yet for saken of eleuen yeeres eyght monethes not one doeth want Full glad I woulde haue crau'de a lenger time but all was vaine to speake him fayre at all With cruell lookes hee aunswered thou art mine thou shalt with mee into the lake inf●rnall And thus he turnde his backe and went his waye then straight my Corps did yeld vp vitall breath My wofull spirite he toke with him that daye where nowe I am tormented with double death Loe what it is to worke by Coniuration or to deale with deuils by wicked arte Beholde the ende of all abomination am I not well rewarded for my part A Guerdon méete is Hell for suche as I that sought so much to sitte in statelye seate Nowe who is Pope vnhappye wretche I trye that am preparde for Sathans hooke a baite Loe Morpheus thus I did beginne and ende I lefte my Sonne with all my heapes of treasure Through al the world there was not one his friende poore and ritche still sought his great displeasure I lefte his Sister whome both wée twoo as ofte as pleased vs did vse and take Carnallye eache night and daye wée knewe a common Concubine I did my Daughter make And with these wordes Maegaera commeth flying a thousande newe de●ised plagues shée bringes Take heare quod shée your iust reward for lying and there withal great flames of fire flynges This done shée then departes a pace to put in vse her wanted cancarde nature A death it was for to beholde her face or else to vewe her vglye monstrous stature Where at the rable of all this recheles rancke immediatelye like bedlems sweare and stare ▪ Into the hollowe hole of gleydes they sancke where furious ●iendes theyr fleshe in péeces tare Thus they vanisht and fled out of our sight with carefull cryes our ruthful eares they filde The pit with clowdes of fearefull irkesome night and dreadful darkenes rounde about was hilde Yet many wée behelde with offeringes and oblations that approched nighe for hast they headlong came Frier Rushe bare the Crosse Clarke of the sessions a member of their Churche the Popes owne man Thousandes came knip knap pattering on Beades Friars Munkes and Nunnes came after with hast As vowed Pilgrimes came Wiues widowes Maides of the holye Popes workes the fruites for to tast Whome when I sawe theyr state I did bewaile with teares I stéepte a thousand times my face ▪ Alas they sought that might not them preuaile the Pope their God was in a woful case Hée broylde in fire and endlesse woe and paine and all his secte

they tasted of the same For worldly pleasure Hell is all theyr gaine Beside on earth an euerlasting shame Woulde God thought I in this my drearye dreame my countrey men were present nowe with me To vewe the plagues where Papistes doe remaine that then they might that filthye fashion flée And turne to Christ which suffered for theyr sake the bloodye butchering Pope for to detest In health and wealth theyr prayers for to make to God of might that graunteth our request But while that thus I waylde the want of faith awaye quod Morpheus Le ts packe and get vs hence Why hearest thou not one gasping for his breathe yea quod I but knowe not wel from whence The wofull noyse doeth come nor where it is geue mée thy hande quod hée and bée not frayd● It is some Sprite rewarded for his misse Whose carefull cryes his wicked life bewrayde ¶ His name his life his actes that did complaine All at fewe vvordes heareafter doe remaine ¶ The bookes verdite vpon this wicked Pope O God howe worthy is thy name Thou art our Lord and King. As many as confesse the same to ioye thou doest them bring And such as doe thy name denye and rob the of thy glory Thou dost confound them by by and dashe them out of memory All secreates thou dost knowe full wel no man can hide from thee And all that in the earth doeth dwell or in the heauens bee Or in the Seas or stony rockes from farre thou doest behold The fowles that scale the skies by flockes and more then can be told Thinfernal lake quakes at thy voice eache fiend doth howle and yel And thundreth out an odious noise when they of the heare tell O filthie Tiraunt then to thee I speake that tooke in hande Among vs all a God to bee to rule both Sea and lande And heauen where the Lord doeth sit and hell where nowe thou art No doubt thou hadst but litle witte to playe that theeuishe part It is to Alexander that with open mouth I crie VVoe worth the time he spared not to leade the flocke awrie Loe where he is that rulde the rost and euery kinde of feast VVhose v●unting tongue would boast he was a Father blest As well within the holie throne as lowe in Stigian Lake And that he could both vp and downe bring whome he pleasde to take Twenty hundreth thousand soules at Masse he could remoue VVith sealing of his Bulles and scrowles or wagging of his Gloue So could he pul them downe from God when pleased him againe As thicke as flakie snowe abroade or mistie dropping Raine And thus the w●olfe deuoured our good made vs slaues drudges Sackt our countries spoylde our bloode and made vs liue like snudges Kilde our soules and bodies two deflowred wiues and maydes And kept from vs Christs testamēt new and gaue vs bels and baides Olde rotten rellickes stockes and stones and Ceremonies blinde VVith stinking pardons for the nonce to feede our foolish minde Thus with his Gods both deafe and dumbe he tyste vs from the Lord VVhich sent from heauen Christ his sonne as scriptures doe recorde VVhose precious bloud hath made vs free from hell and all hir sting And hellish Pope from thine and thee which God his people wring I yrke to name him any more and faint within my breast Vengance doth vpon him rore the Lorde hath thee detest Thy iust rewarde among thy mates with lasting paines is quit In flashing flames bewayle their states in dolefull dreade they sit Yet would they say that with a masse they could Plegethon quenche And all the soules that damned were deliuer with a blenche And yet themselues lye broyling there in fire past the crownes And with their Idoles sweate sweare though here they sat in thr●s Me thinke them fooles that had such skill in fetching soules from hel And be compelde against their will in carefull Caue to dwell Sith Italie had cause to ioye at this vile Tyrantes death VVhat cause haue we to thanke the Lorde that are restorde to fayth From bondage now are set atlarge and woolues deliuered fro And therefore duetie giueth charge our thankefull heartes to sho Le ts lift our handes with ioyed heart that liuing be this time That Gods true worde in euery part may florish still and shine Let Alexander saue him selfe with all his holie skill For with his rellickes and such pelfe he may doe what he will. No doubt he lyeth there for sport to passe the time away Or else to vewe the greate resort shat Ladies Psalter saye Perhaps that Purgatorie paines he will to blisle conuert The sillie soules that there remaines shall taste no more of smart Fie on him fie and all his mates the heauens curse him yet Of flaming hell he is the gates and guide to Stigian pit His stincking Mas●es let him take and Ceremonies blinde Doom Gods a thousand though hee make according to his minde Yet he and they doe perish all the scripture prooues it plaine So doe as many shppe and fall as to his loare doe leane But let vs builde vpon the rocke of Christes Gospell pure So wee with him amongst his flocke for euer shall endure VVhere as one God and persons three be praysed day and night And where we shall for euer bee alwayes within his sight ❧ Young Tarquine rewarded for his wickednesse AWaye with all your playntes and bloobering teares Your carefull cryes shut vp in silence quite For here behoulde such cruelnesse appéers Of all the rest but I no wight hath felt the like Hell showes hir force on me with double spite No paine to mine nor none so worthy blame As I deserue I well confesse the same O pryde pryde of mischiefe roote and all Wo worth the time I thée delighted so Thou made me climbe vntill I catcht the fall Not onely to my shame but also endlesse wo. Through pryde I lost both loue and honor long ago Pryde ruled me so much no goodnesse I regarded ▪ Therefore for wickednesse beholde I am rewarded Of noble line and race descerded I And a Ruler was and Ruler mighe haue béene But yet my heart in wretchednesse dialye I fearde not God nor forst his lawes a pinne I ranne my rase alwayes in deadly sinne I cleane forgot my selfe and eke from whence I came I rather thought my selfe a God then mortall man. For who had that which I did lacke or want Of golde or siluer or stones of precious price For my bodie costlye apparell was not skant Nor nothing else that pryde might well entice Thus vertue decayde but still increased vice To pamper vp the paunche the filthy fleshe fulfill I wholy gaue my selfe with earnest heart and will. Which caused me to acumilate eche houre Upon my heade more plagues then can be namde The Gods agréed their vengance for to poure On earth for aye my name I stainde and shamde Thus may you heare how I am Justly blamde To my disprayse and

time To sounde these wordes in th' eares of young and olde VVith fumes lo here he dieth that fumes hath euer solde Thus confusion my guerdon quitte ful well And payde my hyre which I deserued best The Gods also condemnde me into hell Among the wicked sorte with whome I am possest of yrkesome Stigion whereas Phlegethons flames The pompe of cruell Tyrauntes euer dayly tames Loe this the lotte of wicked life in th' ende Looke to your states you that Counsellors bée You that perswade the nobles to offende Leaue of betime for my rewarde you sée Bee sure whosoeuer in wickednesse procéedes In th ende the Gods doe recompence their deedes How sayst thou Morpheus hast thou hearde the like Whome hast thou knowne to haue a fall like mine Coulde Fortune worke to me a greater spite Then first to whirle me vp then cast me downe in fine When least of all hir wrath I did mistrust From hext of Pelops turret no helpe but downe I must Thus through the coste I got eche poore mans curse With shamefull death and hell at latter daye A deere bought treasure thus to fill my purse To lose the ioyes among the Goddes for aye These words no sooner sayd so much increast his pains His tongue with ruful voyce his perfit talke constrains This sincke of sorrow wherein he standes and cryes With pitche and Brimstone boyles vp like a floode Where serpents with their triple heads still yelling flyes Whose crooked clawes are bathed in his bloode From out whose mouthes such foming flames arise Which lighteth in his face or spowteth in his eyes Eche finger of his hande was turnde to ougly snakes His téeth were chaungde to wormes Cerestres like His legges all serpentes that dayly vengaunce takes Upon eche other that venomly gan smite His toes vpon his feets were filthie Todes to sée That swelde with poyson as bigge as they might bée His heart the Captaine of his sleyghtie tongue Transformd in likenesse of a Hedgehogge kinde Before whose greedie mouth such riped fruite was hong As monstrous beast in hearte did wishe to finde Which when he toucht they turnde to Scorpions all Perforce his lippes from gaping chappes lets fall His guilefull tongue was turnde to Crocadyle Amidde whose sleightie heade brast out consuming coles From out whose eyes fell droppes like gaddes of stéele Wherewith sometime he trapt poore sillie soules And molten golde into his mouth was pourde Whose gasping gummes most gréedely deuourde And yet a greater griefe then this hadde hée A plagie paine aboue the rest no doubt An horrible feend none such in hell to sée Before him standes whose voyce doth roare and shoute What ioyes among the Gods they lose that wicked are This ougly Geylor to him streight did declare And with the Psalmes began this cruell Clarke To taunte the torment wretche with griefe to heare Saying Turinus incline thine eare and harke I am thy Curate thou art my Parishner Geue eare quoth hée and marke my sayinges well Else shal these hookes with care thy corps compel And then these places of scripture straight hée reades And shakes his Snakie head with grinning téeth And scoffes him still with all his olde done déedes That then to heare no litle was his gréefe And then this frouning Curate braggingly gan hoast And tels the wretch what endles ioyes hée lost Thou hast lost quoth hée myrth out of measure All libertye all Light all reioysing and health All wealth all ioye and glorious pleasure All honour all power al long of thy selfe With solace and loue vnitie concorde and peace Wisedom vertuous melodye and felicities increase Méekenes and beatitude from the is fled and gone And that in most glorious heauenly Citye Hope for no redresse be sure heare is none But euer more vnspeakeable miserye This Den quoth hee is still the place of paines For thée and such of whom the poore complaines Nowe hast thou lost the company of Archangels With Thapostles Patriarkes and Cherubins Powers Thrones Dominione and Aungels Confessors Uirgins Martyrs with blessed Zeraphins Where righteous sprites cease not but alwaies sing Holy Holy Holy God of earth and heauen King. And with these words with hast hée shut the booke To some place else hée ranne to execute his spite Whereat Turine cast vp a woeful looke Quoth hée good Morpheus take foorth thy pen and write Alas regester vp my rewfull wicked ende It may preuent much harme if the same were pende But Morpheus ●asting downe his heade for woe Uneth one worde coulde well pronounce almost But sayd come Robinson I praye thée let vs goe My heart doth w●rche to see this gr●slye ghost And then he wisht that all offenders sée How Pluto doth rewarde all them that wicked bée And thus we left Turinus in his paines Whose wante of grace we both lamented much And there in Jayle he shakes his lincked chaines Whose bandes to breake no mortall handes may tuch His endlesse paines it bootes not to be wayle No sacrifice to Ioue can ought at all pr●uayle ❧ The Bookes verdit LOE thus to see him pulde with raging hagges of hell That whilom thousandes ruide esteemd with Princes well I meruell in my minde such men should plagued bee VVhome Fortune hath assinde vnto such dignitie But now I doe perceyue none such the Gods will spare That poore men doe bereaue of money goodes or ware Or whome by counsell seemes to blinde their Noble eyes VVhose iudgements best esteemes and quites with double fees Or such as sentence sel by slye and cloked craft And harmelesse soules compel a fruitelesse tree to grafte On these the Gods doe poure their wrath by whole consent And alter in an houre the wickeds yll intent Regarding not at all their statelie hie degree But shortlye giue the fall to such as climbe to hie Turinus now hath lost his prince that lou'de him best And such as hate him most ioyde thus to see him drest VVhat profittes blubbred teares The Gods haue iudged thee How long or fewe yeres they know so doe not wee To leaue thee in thy paines of very ▪ force I must No hope but this remaines a warning fayre I trust ▪ FINIS ❧ The wofull complaint of the monstrous Emperour Heliogabalus for spending of his dayes in abhominable whoredome SYth Morpheus thou art come to take the dewe of Plutos kingdome where the wicked guerdon haue Of all the rest thou euer sée or knewe I am the marke to guide the rest from scath ▪ Loe howe I lye that earst did florish braue ▪ and yet Turinus thinkes he hath much wrong I heare him hither vpon the furies raue yet not such cause as I ▪ Turinus holde thy tongue Oh how tickle is the staye of honors hie what doth auaile a while to guide the earth Th' example plaine appeareth now by me an Emprour once descende of noble birth ▪ My triple crowne that was abundaunce worth ▪ my Scepture sette with Saphirs rich to sée My sworde that helde

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