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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

wittely to watche that no man sawe when they to worke procede But quod I looke that your Father bleede in one vessell and with this Ram at once And doing thus I sayde that by and by with spéede theyr Father should arise with youthful flesh and bones These sillye Sisters and Daughters to this man beléeued well this subtile tale of mine ▪ And as I bad they slewe an aged Ram and so they did theyr Father deare in fine Beléeuing faithfullye by power deuine that theyr olde Father should bée made yong Alas which was not so but onelye crafte of mine to make an ende of him whome I had hated long Thus exited I by crafte theyr worke alas and dead lyeth theyr father bléeding fast But harke Morpheus harke how it then came to passe mischiefe hath euer her due rewarde at last I thought this wicked déede that thus was done and past woulde best haue pleased Iason then my Lorde Which chaunste not so for hée with all the hast fled from mée quite and all my actes abhorde And so to Corinthe to Creon Then the King hée tooke his waye as straight as thing might bée Who had a Daughter called Cruso bewties darling whome Iason married and so refused mée Whereat Dame Fame sound vp her Trumpet hye eache liuing eare was filled with the same Which made mée broyle as whot as gleyde might bée till I had spilde this tender noble Dame. Which through Magike and vile Coniuration A cofer I inuented with diuers Jewels moe Subtillye contriued of a straunge fashion with the which to Creuso I made my sonnes to goe To present the same that liuelye Ladye toe who gratefullye receyued it but yet alas beguilde For through my arte when as it was vndoe there flewe foorth fire that burnde both man and child Consumde to dust this Ladye fresh and gaye burnde all the pallas fiue yardes within ●he grounde Urged Iason him selfe to flée away or else with fire he had béene streight confound Many a wofull heart I made within that stounde the Clowdes themselues bewayling teares let fall The rockes and hilles brake out their plainting sounde beside the guiltlesse bloode that did for vengance call Of noble Iason thus the heart I slewe who thought to be reuengde of mine iniquitie Towards me when I perceyu'de he drew my two sonnes left aliue without compassion or pitie Which were both tender well made and wittie of my body begot and naturallye borne For malice to their father Iason amyd the Citie I cut their throtes and made their bodies torne With wilde horses vp and downe the stréete beside much mischiefe more than this be sure In all this stincking vale yet did thou neuer méete with any wretch that did like gréefe procure But who so euer meanes in wickednesse to byde or leade a Tyrauntes life in th end shall haue rewarde According his deserts this cannot be denyed ▪ Though mortall fleshe thereto haue no regarde And then quod she thou knowest my name and why that I am thus tormente in Stygion pitte O that witches and Coniurers knew so well as I of Joues mightie doome that doth in heauen sitte Then woulde they mende if they had grace or witte To serue the Lorde woulde set theyr whole delight And disobedient children woulde their follye flitte assur edly the Lorde at length doth smite And with these wordes her paines increaste so sore But that shée sayde report good Morpheus thus Or else a● all wee heard her saye no more but that shée shrikte as one that tormente is Thus seeing the reward of her wicked déedes Wée stayed a while her tormentes to behold Which at a moment both daye and hower bréedes much more then can by any tongue bée tolde To sée the staring Deuilles with fiery speares on Dragons backes with poisoned pumples pight As at a Quintan at Medea eche Tyrant beares and through her runnes that trickling blood appeares Then from the scalding heart by violence out teares Hote flames of fire at woundes on euery side Monsters with hornes and lothsome louped eares Ranne on this wretch with gnashing téeth they cryed The blood by murder this wicked wretche had shed thondered vengeaunce whose terrible noyse Heapte double paines vpon her wretched head and filde that dreadeful vale alas with woeful noise Innumerable of Witches out of theyr Cabbins rose with screming scrikes they yelded loude and hye Hote Pitche and Brimstone eache one on other throse A hell it selfe mée thought it was to sée Eache one in hande begrypte a Butchers knife the blades in fleshe on euerye side they hide The throate the Guttes or nexte to ridde the life the mortall woundes they make on euery side Then straight with thundring throate Maegaera cryde come Cacus come bring double paine and woe Let wickednesse in endles flames bée fride come come the Gods haue sixte it soe At which came Cacus and Cloudes of fire shakes more fearefull farre then blaste of storming winde Eache pitte boylde vp the craggye mountayne quakes all crawling creepes the Snakes of Serpentes kinde No greater griefe no damned spryte coulde finde For out of flashe to gleydes of glowing coale From paine to paine from place to place assignde and al to toyle and teare the woefull soule And thus wée lefte this late rewarded Dame and so adrestour selues to crooked Charons bote Where many a wandering spirite had passage by y same through boyling broath thrée times as sulfer hote With muche a doe at length wée passage gote and downe the smoaking banckes wée crept● on knée Tyll at the length by chaunce it was our lotte twoo men to sée tormented woefullye ❧ The bookes verdite vpon Medea HEr cause who can bewaile that plaide this butchers parte As from her father deare to steale that lou'de her in his hart Her brother thus to slea the Parentes hearts to kill And with a straunger ronne awaye to feede her fleshly will. The guiltlesse blood to sucke of Creuso vvorthy Dame And all at once vppon a rocke to wast in fiery flame Beside her Children deare hath wounde with mortall knife The smiling Babes her body beare bereft their tender life VVhat eyes can stint from fluddes whose eares doe vnderstande To cal to minde the gyltles bloods shed by this womans handes VVhat harme by witchraft done it passeth tongue to tell Or any heart to thinke the somme or hand to penne it well Alas whoe would haue thought that in a womans breast Dame nature would haue let been wrought to breede so much vnrest But harde it is to trust what euer that shee bee That to hir father is vniust shee meanes the same to thee But loe you cruell Dames that loue your wils so much I speake it now to all your shames if there be any such Medea now is gone that all the bate did brewe Take heede among you there be none with hir to prooue vntrewe You witches all take heede you see how God rewardes And what appoynted is your meede that diuelish

But ouer the pit with letters blacke this sentence there was pende This is the place of iust rewarde for Tyrauntes in the ende Then by and by a thundring voyce came poudering vp the pitte Which sayde remember th ende you men in chayres of state that sit For Pluto is the Iaylor here to mightie Ioue aboue He pardons none but all alike take heede it doth behooue Which words did make my hart to shrink as flowers doe in June So that to speake one worde for life I durst not once presume But in my heart I wisht all men King Mydas mucke to flée And speciallye the number that of mightie honor bee For they that reade the Poetes workes shal here of Mydas much And how he crau'de all to be golde that he might féele or touche But though the Poets fabled so and I in dreames doe faine Yet let not Tyrauntes better trust but taste of Plutos paine ❧ The rewarde that Rosamond had in hell for murdering of hir husbande Albonius and liuing vitiouslie in hir husbandes dayes WHen from this Pope we were depart and gone Meaning to returne the night was almost spent But there fast by we hearde one crye a non Which sayde Alas alas to late I doe repent My wanton dayes my lustie youthfull toyes Haue banisht me from Aungels part of ioyes The sounde there of a woman did present For S●reminglie it rang among the caues Which when we hearde we coulde not be content But scalde the cragges among the flaming waues Till at the last a dungeon had we spyde Wherein the woman was that latelye cryde And as we stoode thereof to take the vewe In scalding furnesse whose flash doth still increase A seeming noble Dame with crowne and scepture n● we Among a number ga● first of all to prease And sayd Oh Morpheus such haste why dost thou make ▪ I pray thee bide a while yet for a womans sake Wherefore quoth hée my presence doth no good And yll I may abide the night is almost spent Shee hearing this cryed out as one were wood Abide and beare two wordes then go I am content Dispatche quoth hee for long I cannot bide But first of all thy name and cause describe Oh quoth shée this place prepared is For wickednesse the iust rewarde to bée And such as liue against the Goddes amisse Be vsed here with tormentes as you see Sith Morpheus thou all dreames dost shew eche where Publish this abroade how we are vsed here And let them know how Rosamonde the Quéene To Albonyus late wife that was sometime Lyeth torment here as thou hast present seene For filthie life and odious bloodie crime My life did craue none other ende but this Therefore beholde rewarde of wickednesse Therefore let mée to women warning bée To honor God the beste and next their spoused mates And say that Rosamonde thus sayde to thee Who doth not so shall enter at these gates It doth become eache woman night and daye To holde them well content at what their husbandes saye You lustie bloodes possest with hawtie hartes ▪ Your loftie lookes correct with meaner state Refuse to playe these wanton wilfull partes From follye flée least you repent to late Sometime I lookte as hye as hexte of you Which is the onelye cause I bid al ioyes adewe Séeme not to swell a hast ye worde to heare No vauntage séeke nor quarrels frame to breede An honest womans part is euer to forbeare The sayinges of her husband if wel shée thinke to spéede Where loue is linkte wordes cannot brewe the bate But where dissemblers are fewe wordes then causeth hate And laye aside your newe disguised raye Leaue prancking of your selues with painted face From whirling heyre and there your eyes prophaned stay Bée faithful Matrons found in euery place Who doth hir spowsed Mate in any case betraye Shall sure repent it sore with mée another daye For if that grace had light vpon my side Then had I dread before the doubtfull ende And so escaped that which nowe alas I bide As Guerdon méete for them that so offend For through one word I heard my husband saye My stomack was so stowte I made him straight away Which was but small and easie to bée borne But that the wicked sprite mée tempte to seeke his blood For euen as Judas his Maisters death had sworne Infect with like temptacion that present time I stoode Uengeance I inuented and vengeance haue I caught ▪ To seeke my Husbandes life mine owne destruction brought Loe this was the cause At my Husbands returne From doing great Battailes in Countreys full farre Being his pleasure a while for to Soiourne To rest him at ease after his Warre Let call a Triumphe and made a great Feast To the which assembled all his Lordes of the best And being in his meriment Thus Jested with mée Tooke a Goblet with Wine and these words thē he sayd Drinke a tawnt to thy Father Wife quoth hée Who before in Battaile was wounded to dead Thus for to saye much is not a mis Who euer doth speake it where any grace is But alas vnhappilye I as most women bée Was pufte full of Pride and mutable minde I swelde as a Toade his death for to sée Yet spake I him fayre his sences to blinde O God what mischiefe can women inuent And if a man alter but once theyr intent When I spake him as fayre as heart might deuise And made the greatst shewe of Faithfull true loue Inwardlye then I dyd hate and despise My noble Husbande all Creatures aboue Therefore I confesse it is harde for to knowe When a woman speakes fayre if shée meanes it or no. I polluted filthilye my Husbandes bedde With one of his seruauntes whome after I made Most Traiterously to smite of his head As hée laye a sléepe with his owne sworde or blade And so tooke his Treasure and to the Seas wée fled There leauing my Husband wounded to dead This Squiers name that did this wicked déede Melchis was called a stoute worthy Knight In Rauenne there became to procéede A mighty Prince of great power and might Yet for all this with him straight I tyred For eache daye on my filthy lust beastly desired Were hée Gentle or simple I spared none Of one aboue another I made no store For shame Feare and Grace from mee were quite gone I paste not a pinne were they Ritche or poor● My filthy fleshe so wickedly was sette That all was but fishe that came to the nett● But among al the rest one noble man That then of Rauenne was a gouernour As ofte as pleased him nowe and than Had greate delite to holde mée as Paramour On whome a while my flitting minde did runne As erst it had of Melchis latelye done For whose sake Melchis my husbande newe Through treason framde and vile Duplicitye Within my heart his death I gan to brewe Because at large I thought to liue more viciously To worke the feate by sleyght and scape the blame I

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

to the prayse of soome That by my losse to honour great prayse haue ●oome Sith Morpheus thou art here and brought thy friend with thée Be witnesse of the woe that Tarquine bydeth here Sith Poets haue pende the wicked life of mée Of my rewarde thou mayst reporte well bere For the purpose none more méeter then thou here It is no councell that all the worlde doth knoe Nor yet forgot that was done long agoe Fie on rapine through guilefull treason wrought Fie on the swelling flesh that soule and bodie kils Fie on filthinesse whose ende is euer nought And fie on folly that all good maner spils Take héede all you that follow fleshly wils Of me prowde Tarquine made a mirror clere So may you shunne the paines I suffer here Beholde when I did Lucrece finde in bed Through harmefull sleight premeditate before With naked sworde in hand to hir I sayde Consent to me quoth I else shalt thou liue no more Thy tender fleshe this Lainche shall e●rue full sore Then will I slea the worst thy house within I le make report you were committing sinne Which wordes did rauishe so her noble sence and witte That tremblingly shee quakes as doeth the Aspen Lea●e Feare streight compeld her quakinglye to sit Like as shee woulde depart with vitall breath The naked Sworde in sight stil threatning present death Thus I rauisht a Ladye both vertuous and chaste Wherfore I am cōpelde alas these sorowes to taste Whereat eache tongue did talke to my disprayse And for the same I banisht was for euer Sith then all my posteriti● aye euermore decayes Loe thus the Gods their vengance doe deliuer Bewayled be the daye that then I did com thither Among my wicked deedes this onely was the worst Therefore I was and am for euermore accurst I am a sacke of sorrowe in this sincke And sti●cking p●dole wherein you see me lye Whose faultes with mine respondent pende with inke Were euer hearde or scande with learned eye As vice to my reproache so vertues Fame doth flye Tooth ' prayse of Lucrecia and example of all such As of hir doe delight and of me doe reade much For when this wilfull act committed was ▪ And I had fed my lust this noble matron on Then for to liue nothing she loued lesse With wringing handes Alas she maketh mone Come Atropos quoth ●●ee make hast that I were gone And crying still come Clotho come make spéede Of Lucrece life vntwine the fatall thréede Then pardon craued shée of Colatine And of hir father Spurius by and by I haue made offence wo woorth the wicked time Thus wéeping sayde this Lady rufully I hearing this from thence departed spedilye And left in wofull plight this Dame drownd vp with teares Whose vertues in women full rarely now appeares But al you Ladies Wiues and Maides eache one Of what degree or yet estate you bée No doubte although Lucrecia bée gone As myr●our maye remaine this ●●orye when you sée So may you learne the gifte of chastitye What loue you ought your husbandes for to beare In spending of her daies the profe doeth plaine apeare O wretched wight quod he howe dare I shewe my face The earth doeth threate this wilfull acte of myne It is and wil be Iudgde I wanted grace Thus losing honour I steynde my Auncientes line At all that beare my name the people doe rep●●e Yea the very stones that in the streates doe lye Into the Heauens vpon this crime doe crye Then wished shée Ipolas happye chaunce Or Virgineas ende or Didos long agoe Quod shee thereof this deede false Taquine should not vaunce That nowe for euer shame abroade shal b●o● And shall my husband w●●te him serued so That shall hee not quod shee a swoorde shée tooke In blattering blood the vit all breath forsooke Loe Morpheus alas nowe haue I tolde thée all And of my being here the cause wherefore and whye Nowe mayst thou thinke my grace was very small That in my life coulde not for mercye crye But wickednesse cra●es vengeaunce to the skye And not without a cause the Gods doe punishe hate And so they doe al them that liue in whoredome state But Morpheus Morpheus sith thou séest my lot A blessed déede it is the same for to declare From Ritche and Poore I praye the hide it not Proclaime howe wicked men rewarded are From Pride and whoredome wishe thy friendes beware ▪ The time is short on earth they haue to dwell But endles tormentes euer bide in hell If mortall men did knowe what paine is heare Then woulde they lothe the worlde they loue so well Their pompe their Pride and all theyr glittering geare To punishe the paunche some feare would sure compell All treason and fleshlye fraude for to expell All Tyrantes trades no doubte they would forgoe And if they felt the least of this my woe But hée that blinded is with ease and wealth Their rauisht heartes hath dulde their wittes as lead Gods feare is gone and eache man for him selfe To purchase pelfe the worldling toyles his head The Childe forgettes his Father being dead To taste of death him selfe no deale mistrust Tyll grizlye ghost do blowe that néedes away he must Alas howe vaine is all thing on the earth What care to catche what feare to kéepe it still What sorrowe it settes where should bee ioye and mirth Ingendering hate there as should bee good will. Prouoking wrath The verye spirite to spill And yet beholde howe euerye man doth watche And with the trowte the choking hoke doth catche And thus fare well nowe gette you hence from mée You knowe my minde deale in it as you will My wicked acte and iuste rewarde you sée And howe my paine increaseth euer still Awaye quod hée beholde downe yonder hill Alecto comes with flaming flashing winges For pride whordome a thousand plagues shée brings Then streight departed wée and left him there And wandering vp and downe those smokye pittes Mée thought a rufull voice as it a woman were Fast bye declard what plagues shée felt by ●ittes To heare her plaint I almost lost my wittes On whoredome still shée cryed woe worth that wicked sinne That mortal fleshe so much deliteth in But when I calde to minde the leade wherein I sawe Tarquinus lye with flames of Brimstone whose In middes whereof hée stoode vp to the chinne All blubberid with blisters alas not frée one spotte And howe with sodden Pitche his body all was blotte Twoo fiends shot thonder boltes at him on either side Whereat hée dowkes his careful face to hide Thus in this fornace amid these boyling heates Hée standeth to the Chin but when hée dowketh soe And thus the fezing dartes ofte in his visage beates The feare thereof increaseth double woe Thus Tarquine was rewarded and so were thousandes moe That had theyr factes declared to theyr face Which was to late as then to crye for grace ❧ The rewarde of Medea for hir wicked actes and