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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

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

Roges of whome I spake of late Wée chaunste ●● heare a woeful wight y did bewaile his state And Tiranny his name was calde who lou'd to leime the poore And suppe the gaine of sweating browes for to increase his store This mighty mate ne mercy mindes when he on soile did dwell But eate vp all on euery side as they that want can tel The widow and the Fatherles the Stranger that doth toyle His household Seruitours and al hée séeketh for to spoyle Whome lended hée his ●ares vnto but onelye vnto suche As vnto Pluto sacrifizde theyr soules to gaine him muche Tyl at the last his Tiranny the ayre corrupt with smell Whereat the Skies did turne theyr hewe and Limbo gan to yell The Mountaines roare by Eccos voice into the Heauens hye The scrikes and cryes of wronged wights and al togeather flye The Preachers powred teares apace repentance styl they cryde But al in vaine his eares were stopte such newes he might not bide His stoared groūd his racked rents his heards of goats with sheepe His prouling pick●hāks made him to forget his duty cleane Whom when y Ioue perusde and searchte his flintish Pharaos heart graine Upon the snappe grimme Mors he sends to stick him with his Dart. Who wound him so that Atropos to line straight laid the launce Gods people by this Tyrants death from bondage to aduaunce Whose wandring ghost to Carons bote with fearful grenes is gone To dwell among the damned sprites for other hope is none Where in a pit a place is pitchte a woeful chayre to sit In molten mettall to the Crowne a place for Tyrantes fit His officers bande him round about with bagges of money thrust Which neuer cease with gnashing téeth to lend him many a dust Medusa is his Coke to dresse this wretche his meate Which sets before him crawling Snakes and vgly Todes to eate His counsellers bée retcht on length theyr Guts on hookes bée torne Whose fowle deformed filthy tongus bewaile that they were borne ▪ Thus tost torne with torments great with thūderbolts bethwakt On forkes fleshhooks streind stretcht eche ioynt from other crakt And to augment this Misers griefe with hookes they hale him out Uppon a frosen scaffolde hoyst this Tyraunt lookes about Where hellish Hegges and Furies shewe a sight t' increase his paine Which is the ioyfull Eden fieldes where saued soules remaine The blisfull bankes there might he sée the valleyes swéete fayre Where wants no floures of noble taste for to perfume the ayre All kinde of fruites do shew themselues and readie ripe they hynge Of pleasures passing man to wishe there wantes no kinde of thinge ▪ Pernassus hill to base a bancke to be comparde to this Or Helicon in such respect a wéedie pyngle is Nor Cithera pearle of all the earth is ought but counterfet Though it were deckt with all the golde that Alexander ge● Tho I had dronke and supped vp sweete Aganippes well Or G●ba●elus skilfull floodes yet want I skill to tell The heapes of ioyes this ioyfull fielde is garnished with all Doth much surmount this worldly blisse thrise more then suger gall For there Sir Tellus doth not taste of Hiemps frosen face Nor Boreas bragges the weakest twigge sturs not within that place ▪ For Phebus hee his golden beames disperseth here and there And Iupiter the siluer droppes from skies doth cause retire In season due to mol fie these fieldes of endelesse blisse Where none may come but such as by the Goddes appoynted is Whose garmentes be as white as snow on instrumentes they sing And neuer cease but praysing God of earth and heauen king And crownes vpon their heads they were aungels foode they eate Still Gloria ●● excel●●● sing to ▪ th Lambe vpon the seate There might this Tyraunt well beholde the poore whome he oprest ▪ Amid these ioyes for euermore appoynted for to rest And such as least he did estéeme and all be rent with wrong Their happie life eche houre did see and daylie hearde their song Which when he hearde a triple paine assaultes this caytiues ghost When hee did way his mund●●● mucke and heauens treasure lost In equall ballaunce when he tryed how Conscience him accusde Quoth hee fie on you Im●es of hell that thus haue me abusde Meaning by the muckhill Mates which whispred in his eare And taught him how Goddes people poore for gaines to rend teare To ride to runne to hale and drawe as bondeslaues euery houre To whippe and scourge no mo then all that were within his poure But Oh quoth hée let all the worlde example take by mee Let neuer greatest Prince on earth thinke other but to dye Oh fye on goodes thryse fye on golde and tentimes fie on such As shall procure great mightie men the poore by wrong to touch And then he wrange his handes for wo what happe had I quoth hée To lende my eares to Dunghil Doltes at their commaunde to bée And banisht from my seruice quite the bloode of gentle race Which alwayes counsaylde me to minde mine honor and my grace But as the Rauens séeke their praye or Woolfe the spoyle pursues So did the Churles by meanes of me eache where their furie vse The sonnes of Théeues rustick Carles might leade me as they list So that the gobs of gloring golde they brought to freight my fist Yet as they spoylde the coast abroade from me so did they pinche So that at euerye elne I scarce receyued halfe an inche I pitied not the Wydowes cause nor fatherlesse I wayde Both townes and countries rounde about to pastures great I layde ▪ Yet had I mines with vineyardes large with corne and cattell store Yea Lordships lands parckes houge wide yet stil I lookt for more Mules and Camels infinite Townes and Castles greate Thus Fortune with hir smiling lookes hir worldly hookes can bayte To catche the couetous Tyrant with to present to Plutos grace Whose wickednesse he doth rewarde full well within this place And then hée lookt vpon these slaues much yll quoth he betide You verlots borne that thus bewitcht a Prince of such a pride ▪ Much yll and wo may hap to thée thou foule deformed slaue And all thy mates that mooued mée this mundan mucke to craue The childe vnborne curse you yours the hils shall sounde the same The stones in stréets cry out on you the skies proclaime your shame The heauens abhor both you and yours hel rend you with his iawes And Furies all in Stigion streames torment you with their clawes ▪ Much more he sayde but what it was for skrikes we coulde not tell His men of trust and hée that time in tormentes so did yell But still they bang him with these bagges like madmen in their rage And streite these furies with their hookes did moūt him from the stage Where tumbling hée in molten golde doth walter here and there Till at the length of him nor his we coulde not sée nor here

That to the show semes greate too worldly eye Who dwelles in Princes fauours that knowes him selfe Or at the least for gettes not what he was Who lookes not hye that catcheth worldly wealth Which slippes away as dewe vpon the grasse Fye on it fye it leades to endles fire And meare destruction bringes on them that it desire But in valleys lowe the qiuetst dwelling is On loftye mountaines the storming blast doth blowe The mounting Phenix shall witnesse bée of this Who doth full well the heartes of climbers showe Whose ende with her doth meare destruction call Which doth from loftye skyes belowe to ashes fal Who with Icarus séemes to flye a lofte Or with the Pine his fellowes ouergrowes That many times with fortune is not skofte And with the Pine be rente and spoilde of bowes Who standeth in conceyte with folishe fonde Nessus That in the ende of his misfortune misses But what auailde the Bookes that I haue read The wicked ende of none might cause mée to amende I sawe long syth howe euery Tyrant spead By worthy writers wose actes had Clerkly pende And theyr succes that in such vice abounded Howe short they rainde and were by God confounded But let me bée for so I maye no doubte Full well be made a mirrour to each one That be in Princes fauour make them selues so stout As I vnhappy wretch haue beene not long a gone I had so deepe a witte to purchase worldly wealth In vertue a very foole and cleane deceiu de my selfe And with these wordes his paines so much encreaste That worse then mad a thousand times he flinges Then to the brinke of loathsome lake hee preste And cryed behold what wicked doinges bringes Drawe neare good Morpheus harken what I saye And to thy friendes report another daye I was quoth hée aduaunste to such degrée And in the fauour stoode of Alexanders grace So much at last that in all causes hée Looke mine aduise in thinges that doubtful was My counsell lead him euer as my list Who had a s●te I not his friende his purpose mist All men gaue place when I in counsell close Unto this noble Emperoure both night and day My fame eache howre encreased styl and rose I saued whome my list agayne I put awaye Whome pleased mee and ruled mee at will I made both good and bad full glad to please mée still Vetronius Turinus is my proper name Chiefe counseller this famous Emprour too Which bleard my inward eyes in tasting of the same I could not know my selfe as I was wont to doe Such incōparable sweetnesse is found in Princes fauor Whom Fortune calles so high forgets their owne behauiour Such hap a while excéedeth Loios taste Whose sinatch some lickoras lips the most doe wishe Yet whosoeuer to gape therefore doth haste Sal trye in th ende Serdonia plaine it is For sweetest meates soure sauce they saye is best This is and euermore was vsed at eache feast Thus I elect and chosen chiefe of all In secreate familiaritie with this noble man I was so pufte with pride I did mistrust no fall Thus eache mans heart through dread and feare I wan A while I plaide the B●are I nipt both yong and olde I kept them so in awe to barke none durst bée bolde Thus euery man of mée did stand in feare Eache one with bending knées to me did bowe They honoured mée ●s I the ▪ Emproure were I gaped for such glory as was not méete nor dew Thus like a chowgh depaint in peacoks tayles Amid the gulfe of Cille I hoyst my rotten sayles And at the length this one thing blinded me When euery man my lawfull fauour sought Then I began to looke both stowte and hie I spake them fayre when inwarde ill I thought Great bribes I did receyue and made all men beléeue That whome my list I coulde both gladde and grieue Thus ritche I made my selfe and most men poore That to this noble Emproure any sute procurde And those of whome the Emproure made a store Such meanes I wrought that long he not indurde And yet a greater sleyght then this I vsed long I dayly sought to wrest all men with wrong Faire wordes I ●edde them with and nothing elles On eyther part their money I receyued I eate their kirnels and fed them with the shelles Who trusted me that scaped vndeceyued I playde the Mariner that looketh backe and rowes And yet with floode his boate contrarie flowes For where these suters did awayte to knowe By me this noble Emperour his pleasure Then would I nodde my head and frindely countenaunce showe As who shoulde saye abyde a nother leysure Thus of the Emprours graue determination I made a trade as t were an occupation Till at the length all men with murmuration Perceyuing that I fabled with them so With open Iawes made open exclamation And earnest lookes cast on me too and fro Whereat report a Poste did sende for Fame Which causd hir crooked Trumpets sound abrode the same Thus to this noble Princes eares at length it came And publisht all abroade it was on euery side And of the same accusde of euery man That rounde about me stoode and to the Emprour cryde O famous noble prince incline thine eares to heare Turinus wickednesse to thée shall now appeare Then all my former lyfe disclosed was And prooude by credible persons before my face When the Emperour vnderstoode both more and les He iudgde me to be led into the market place Where straungers were of countries far and nye Which grieude me worse then twentie times to die In the market place sometime where I with pryde More like a Prince then otherwise had walkd the stones There to a stake my limbes full fast they tyde With cruell engins inuented for the nonce Where young and olde stoode rounde about to sée The fall of him which earst did looke full hie Then hidden malice did shewe his furious face Whose tongues before as swéete as suger séemde And crying sayde thou Tyraunt voyde of grace The proofe is plaine it was not as thou wéende Thou thought thou had our harts because we capt and knéelde Which inwardely with spitefull hate we stéelde Then curses blacke into the skies they sende To all the Gods where mightie Ioue doth sitte That after all this shame I might be torne and rent Within the puddle of Plutos stincking pitte And there withall their handes a pace they clappe Gréene stickes and stubble about the stake they wrap And fire thereto on euery side they set Whose powdering smoke mountes vp the loftie skies The flashing flame eche man was prone to let To th' ende thereby my doubled paine might rise Thus lingered life with tormentes worse then death By meanes of smoke compelde to yelde my breath Whereat with gladsome heartes reioyced many a one Tooth ' great reproche of all my bloode and line With hast a Bedle Themperour calde on And straightly chargde about the stake that

in feare such murt● ▪ as neuer yet was dewde by any eye Nor yet the sounde of great renoumed ●ame though all the worlde I helde in feare and awe That can excuse the least of blotted blame nor that the Gods at all regarde a strawe No Morpheus no who doth offende their lawe ▪ although he were ten times as high againe Upon the snap they catche him in a flawe their hautie maste flies ouer borde amaine Upon the rocke the shaken Hull is cast that prowdely hoyst hir sayle before on hie ▪ And so vnwares they perish wyth a blast the which before mistrusted not to die Then from the stincking gayle the sprite doth flée and as the dunghill secke hath spent his dayes The ●●llie soule in bale or blisse shall bée thus vice or vertue hath rewarde alwayes Unhappie wretch I was of Rome elect ▪ and by consent of all the rulers there The noble Senate chose me to protect but when in hande the fearefull sworde I beare Not onely Rome but through the whole Empire I quight forgot my selfe and place they set me in Then did my filthie nature straight appéere the hidden smoke to flashing flames begin For after that I had in hande to rule and that my worde to lose and binde had power I brought the Senate to a nother schoole exalting vice much hier then Pelops tower The Sages graue e●pulsing euery houre new Lordes new lawes it did appeare by me Thus Rome to ruyne I brought from honour from vertue to vice great shame and infamie Thus first of all when I from Syria came to Rome to rule and royall scepture guide Heliogabalus the Romaine bloode may banne I was a meane to laye their same aside Wisdome nor vertue I neuer might abide In brute and beastlie toyes alwayes I dwelde All such as sinne correcte I did deride to filthie liuing a thousande I compelde And thus of Rome that was a mirrour cleare from whome at first all nations knowledge hadde Of honour vertue and prowes the name did beare in myste of filthie slaunder by me was ladde Whereat the prudent men wept teares full sadde to sée the vile abuse that then I set aloft Uertuous Uirgins then to flie were gladde vurauisht fewe scapt that might be caught Insatiable was my swelling luste my pampered fleshe to whoredome was addicte I lookte on none but néedes consent they must Loe thus alas with vice I was afflicte I woulde the mortal launce in tender youth had stickte my wicked heart that wickednesse desired Then should not now no Plutos furye prickt this soule of mine that here in flames lyeth fyred If Atis chaunce betime I had sustainde then had I squencht the sparke that bred vnrest My wretched sprite that nowe in hell is painde among the Gods in blisse had béen possest Whom nowe thou séest with torments styll opprest and also scapte on earth reproche and shame Unhappy Rome then had thou twise béen blest that nowe for euermore bewayles the same The last Assirian King in filthy life I did excéede a thousand kinde of wayes All Rome throughout I rauisht Maide and Wi●e of Uirgins euer I made them common prayes Thus spent I my wicked fleshly dayes I made a Senate of harlottes and bandes In open sight I kept no better playes then filthilye to vse these common Iades Thus houses builded I for schooles of sin to ayde them with I gaue them largely treasure The vertuous Matrons I pluckt them quickly in compelling them vnto this filthy pleasure Alas alas I past al Godlye measure there was no ho with mee who durst denye But if they had I spied such a leasure that from their shoulders I made their heads to flye Into the handes of Bawdes I did commit the greatest dignitye of the Publike weale To common Rybawdes voyde of grace and witte I gaue aucthoritye aswell to chose as deale Who had a sute to mée that did preuaile except in Lechery hée did excéede The vertuous sort were euer sure to fayle when as the wicked at euery turne did spéedr Luxurious meates and drinckes I euer sought a thousand wayes I studyed for the same Upon the Publike weale the least I thought to labour after lust that was my game If I should publishe halfe by proper name the life of late I lewdlye led in sinne The finest head it would both tire and tame therfore to trouble thée I will not nowe beginne What should I speake of noble famous Dukes that from the Senate by violence I put Or of the sage wise Maisters that with rebukes I cruellye out of the Senate shut I catcht the bitter buske and lost the pleasaunt Nut twoo Carters I chose to bée my counsell chiefe I blindlye drewe to shote at blanked But which was the cause at leangth of all my griefe Protogenes the tone of these were calde Cordius thother had by proper name These twoo through Rome the common wealth forstald to the losse of my honour and great increase of shame For vice florished and vertue waxed lame Vitellus in gluttouy alwayes I did excéede Wanton meates for the nonce then I gan frame to pamper the paunche when nature list not féede What should I tell of the straunge kinde of Fishes so rare vneth no man can knowe them well Which at one meale ten thousand dishes with as many Fowles as doe the Fishe excell The like ere nowe hath any man heard tell an Emperoure to leade alas like gluttons life Yong tender Maides alwayes I did compell throughout Italie with many a noble wife And when I had suffisde by violence my filthye fleshe yet not contented so I ripte theyr wombes in open audience theyr tender bowelles and secreates for to shoe In progresse when I did delite to goe with mée sixe hundreth Chariots of harlots went In stéede of Sage and noble counsels los thus I my time in wickednesse still spent And such as chiefe to mée I did appoint and ordaine greatest rule of all to beare The sentence of my fame the villans ioynt I innocent the suters not the neare They fed me with follye they whispered in mine eare Zoticus that variette a slaue and dunghill borne Whome of nought to noblenes I did vp reare in th ende rewarded mée with double scorne Hée playde by mée as Turinus did before by noble Alexander who guerdon gaue So well that fame for euermore soundes vp his praise for quiting of that knaue What should I saye it is but vaine to ra●e for in time I had no grace this to prenent But hée that will thus much exalt a slaue him selfe shal be the first that shall repent Because this variette Zoticus did excell in all wicked vices most abhominable I preferde him to the greatest liuing that fell both Realmes Kingdoms with countreys honorable To no man vertuous I seemed conformable but onely to such as abounded in sinne To these and such like I was euer tra●able when eache man lost these knaues

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