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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

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

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

false deceyuing of hir father sleying of hir children and hir owne Brother and working by inchauntment This historie is merueylous tragicall and a good example for VVomen O Dreadfull Stix boyle vp thy poysoned floodes and cruell Cacus torments newe deuise Giue sentence Mynos of theyr guiltlesse bloodes that murderers handes haue shed in any wise You furies fell why doe you yet despise with greater plagues my paines for to increase And for to see the bloode of Innocents arise whose mouthes from crying vengance neuer cease And where shée stoode hir heade shée cast awry In wofull plight as euer wretch might be And so by chaunce at length did Morpheus spie whose open iawes gryed streight to him and me Saying Morpheus come and bring thy frinde with thée a greater newes to learne thou shalt in hast ▪ Of all thou hast perused with thine eye I worthy am the greatest griefe to taste I knowe thou camst from place where Hellen rowes in th'●rkesome lake where doubtfull Dragons bee And yet hir wicked life and mine God knowes are not to be comparde although that shee For certaine yeares liued in adulterie and betrayed hir husbande good noble Menelaus Set Greece and Troy at great mortalitie shed bloode sackt Cities banisht godly lawes Yet this hir fact not halfe like mine alas why doth not hell brayde out hir stinking breth And my desertes much worse then Hellens was Hell spew thy spight deuoure me once with death Will neyther ruthe nor spight stirre vp your heartes will none of those once m●●ue you to dispatche But will you alwayes playe such cruell partes more wishing death more ●●gering life I catche Quoth Morpheus what is thy name declare it where wast thou borne why art thou plagued tell Quoth shee againe no more I will not spare it Make hast quoth hée I may not tarry well A' the which with gréenous s●riking yell shée did describe hir wicked crimes and name I am quoth shée so punisht here in hell that passeth wight with tongue to tell the same My name is Medea quoth shée most trewe daughter I was to Oetes that worthy king Which had the Ramme where fleece of golde ygrewe the greatest iewell of any earthly thing Which was my fathers and in his keeping watcht with a Bull that was of worthy might And a Dragon with mightie poysoned sting that stoutly kept this Ramme both day and night Many a worthy Prince and champion stoute had lost their liues in venture giuing Which neuer brought their purpose yet about nor no man to this day but Iason liuing Deuoured they were by the rauening of these two he lost his life that thought to win his shooes These beastes so violently did all men pursue that for to die might neyther will nor choose Whiche was my Fathers chiefe of exaltacion hée florished in wealth no Prince his like Drad hée was of euerye lande and Nation hée forste no strength of all his ●o●s a mite And yet of treasure all he sette his chiefe delite on mée his Daughter deare that sought his griefe I quite my Fathers loue with mortall spite I playde the whore the murdresse and the théefe Harke nowe Morpheus what a parte I playde by my Father deare my Brother and my Childe And what a noble quene I afterward betrayed with many moe by wicked arte I broilde And other some I banishte and exilde by Deuillishe wayes as women shoulde not doe For why they ought with mercye to bée milde and not theyr wicked willes for to pursue Beholde howe I did nature quite forsake for this I did as true as here I am When Iason came this conquest for to make false traitour I through mée the fléece hée wanne ▪ For arte of wicked Charme I straight beganne for Iason sake my Parent to betraye Dismaide my Father sillye Aged man abandoned his house with Iason ranne awaye By incantacion I brought it so to passe that Iason slewe bothe Bull and griesly Beast Atchieu'●● all thinges as his desire was for of my Brother I caused him possest That in the Regall seate should crowne scepter 〈◊〉 in Colcos Lande it booted not to rest For why my Father so greate an hoast did reare with fléese to flye we thought it was the best For why harde by my Father followed fast But to escape his handes harke what I did I kilde my Brother his armes and legges I cast Throughout the fielde whereas my Father rid ▪ Which when my Father sawe so ill betide and knewe his sonne thus martyrred for to bée With woefull cheare to get them vppe straight hide ▪ togeather alas eache chopped péece layde hée Then downe his Aged face doeth tumble teares apace ▪ and vp in armes the Martyred head doeth gette Oh Sonne most deare alas quod hée for grace and many a kisse on deadlye mouth doth sette And then with nayles his face he rentes and teares that downe the purple streames of blood doe flée And readye death within his face appeares but styll he cryed alas deare sonne for thée To tell but halfe the morning that hée made no doubte your eyes like conduicte spoutes would run For verye woe hée pulleth out a blade to slea him selfe for sorrowe of his sonne But yet his men and seruauntes chaunste to come my carefull Father there they did preuent Or else no doubte more mischiefe had béene done ▪ and all through mée accurst and disobedient Then after stormes of many woefull plaintes perswaded by suche men as wittye were Like as Apelles Agamemnon paintes I maye compare my Fathers dreirye chéere Then in meane while that hée was stayed there with spéede from Colcos Iason and I did passe For my Brothers funerall hée builded A●lters fayre to Sacrifice vpon as then the maner was Loe by my Father thus I playde the the théefe gainst nature and womanhood my Brother slewe ▪ And vsed witchcraft against the true beleefe and like a Traitres awaye with Iason flewe Haste thou euer harde of any so vntrue To playe like part I thincke did neuer none Naye Morpheus yet more mischiefe did I brewe for after this I murdered many a one Through Nigromancie Eson being olde from crabbed crooked Age I made him yong againe Liuelye and lightsome actiue and bolde and purelye purged in euerye Puls and vaine And Trees being dead I made beare fruite againe which increased my credite more then euer it was Through false crafte I causde Pelleus be slaine by his Daughters handes I brought it so passe Whome I made beléeue as Esondid that Pelleus theyr Father should youth achieue And tolde them playne in doing as I bid hee should bee altered newe not feeling paine nor grefe Thus I illuding them they thought it true So did Pelleus him selfe that time good man That being slaine from age to youth a newe hee shoulde bée chaunged by killing of a Ram. The trueth was nothing soe it was my fetche to cause his Daughters their Fathers blood to shed An olde Ram I badde them slea and

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