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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

yet notvvithstanding as the order there is I keepe my vvatche and vvarde as time appointeth it to mee at the vvhich times gentle reader I collected this together faining that in my sleepe MORPHEVS tooke me to PLVTOS Kingdome in a Dreame The vvhich deuice I mistrust not but thou shalt thincke vvell of Notvvithstanding I knovve that the Papiste vvill gnashe his teeth at me The vvanton Dames vvill scolde at mee The Couetous vvorldlinges vvill disdaine mee The vaine glorious personnes in Aucthoritie vvill enuie mee False accusers vvill abhorre mee Traitours vvill vtterlye detest this my simple vvorke Another sorte there is vvhiche I namde not yet As the Cobler and ZOILVS VVhose nature is to plaie hissing HIDRAS parte reiecting the vertuous labours of painefull personnes Lying Idle them selues like Buzzing Drones deuouring vp the svveete trauaile of the busie Bees but for these I passe not Sithe the most noble and famous vvriters of the vvorlde haue not yet hitherto escaped the d●●t of their abhominable tongues VVherefore Ilothe lenger to bestovve the time so ill as to speake of their beastlie behauiour against the skilfull Beseeching thee once againe gentle Reader that I maie reape at thy handes but the revvard of my good vvill vvhiche shall not onelie content my trauaile But also binde mee another time to present some other noueltie more fitter to ●eede thy fantasie Hoping in the meane vvhile thou vvilt in my absence stande an indifferent friend Thus vvishing to thee and thine as to my selfe and mine I bid thee fare vvell From my Chamber in Sheffield Castle The xix of Maie 1574. ¶ Thy Friende R. Robinson ❧ The Aucthour to the Booke THY woefull plaints thy rueful face and carefull countenaunce shoe To all the worlde bee not tonguetide reueale abroade the woe That is among the sillie soules in Plutos ouglie lake For vvickednesse done on the Earth howe loue doth vengeance take Blushe not my booke to thunder foorth the tormentes thou hast seene Tell vvilfull vvits and hatefull hearts vvhat iust deserued teene In Plutos pitte they shall abide that headlong plunge in sinne Bee not abashte to tell the best vvhat plagues be there within And whome thou sawe in sincke of sorrow bewaile and toile in griefe VVhy and vvherefore for whome and what they bide in this mischiefe And vvhy thou mournest tell the cause and vvherefore thou art sad No doubt thy teares and trauaile both may thousands make full glad Except the Cobler gin to carpe that alwaies loues to cauell Or secte of Sicophants stur vp Zoilus that drnnken Iauel To stampe and scorne against thy talke that thou art chargde vvithall For to rewarde thy sugered gift vvith bitter stinking gall But if they doe no force no harme their vvonted vse is knowen The difference both of them and thee Report hath iustly blowen And doubte not but the learned loue thy company to haue And hissing Hidras venimde stinge shall daylie from thee saue And vvhen the skilfull heades shall scan the tale that thou must tell I charge thee pardon craue of them it doth become thee vvell And if they doe demaunde from vvhence thou came or what 's thy name The Iust reward of wickednesse my Lords I am the same Saye thou vvhich came from Plutos-Pit whom Morpheus led with him In drowsie Dreame to see the soules Rewarded there for sinne VVhich sightes so rare and seldome seene as in my dreame I see Good Lords and Ladus vvith the rest shall straight reuealed bee And doing dutie thus no doubte but thou shalt bee imbraste Of suche as doe of honour or of vertuous learning taste FINIS I Quoth Richard Robinson ❧ The Booke to the Aucthour AND must I needes be packing hence about such newes to beare VVhich shal be to the most these daies an inward griefe to heare VVhy knowst thou not that worldlings wish to dwel on earth for aie And may not bide but them abhorre which saye they must awaye Howe shall I scape the cruell Iudge that is corrupt with golde Or craftie Carles and Muckscrapes now that al from poore men hold The Tyrant he will whet his blade the prowde will present puffe The wanton Dames will skould at mee the Roister strange wil snuffe Piers Pickthanke and Tom teltale will deuise a thousand waies Tibbe Tittiuilly that lowring Lasse some yll on mee wil raise VVhoremongers they and al their mates I doubt wil stone me straight Flatterers Filchers and Sclanderers both I looke but when they sight Rent Rackers that doe fleece the poore and Baillifes false vntrue VVith bragging Officers forgetting God that Conscience bid adue Murder Treason Theft and Guile maye not abide my face The greatest number at these daies will hurt mee in eache place And lustie Youth starke stamping mad wil be to heare these newes ▪ VVherfore I greeue these Dreames to tel ifte were in me to choose Thinkst thou they le credite Dreames these daies that Christ wil scarce beleeue No no I doubt it ouermuch then blame not mee to greeue But had thou pende some pleasaunt songes of Uenus smiling boye I not mistrust but almost all would clappe their handes for Ioye Or any thing but that which doth reprooue mens silthy vice No doubt among the most it would haue beene of greatest Price But speede as speede maye abroade I will attempte in haste Eyther of thankes or else rebukes the tone or tother taste The vertuous sorte I not mistrust the wicked here I warne The wise in christ wil thanke me much the foole wil laugh me scorne And now the paines plagues below where Charon rowes the barge As Thaucthour hath commaunded mee I shall declare at large And if I chaunse to speake amisse thy pardon here I craue Repentaunce at the sinners hande Is all Christ seekes to haue FINIS ¶ Richard Smith in praise of the Aucthor YE Muses all of Thespyas with sacred Songes that sing Novv staie your steppes geue eare a while and harke what newes I bring Your Sonne that lately did indite with sacred siluer quill In Forest here is fled awaye vnto Pernassus hill VVhere hee among the Muses there and Ladies of great Fame Contrites the time both daye and night in seruice of the same Beholding of these Goddesse face with bewtie shining bright Like to Diana with her traine Resplendishing by night Ambrosia is his foode sweete Nectar is his drinke VVhat pleasures are not reaped there that mortall heart can thinke I doe him deeme in deede to bee sir Orpheus Fe●● ▪ VVho made the stones to vnderstande and senceles Trees to heare The sauage Beastes of sundrye kinde came thrusting in a throng And went out of the vvilsome woodes to heare his sacred song Suche grace the Muses geue to some for to delight the eare And to allure the mortall mindes enchaunted as it were A Diamonde for daintie Dames For Peeres a precious Pearle This Robinson the Rubi red a Iewell for an Earle Suche Pearle can not bee bought I knowe for all the Golde in

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

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