CHAPTER VIII
_The Defence of the Bridge_
On the Third of _August_, the Lady _Mary_ entered _London_ as _Mary_ the_Queen_; and truly she began to make short Work of it; for, the nextDay, she restored _Gardiner_ to his Bishopric of _Winchester_, and, afew Days later, made him _Chancellor_; and, on the Fifth, restored_Bonner_ and _Tunstall_ to their Sees. _Ridley_, _Coverdale_, _Hooper_,and the rest of our good reformed Bishops, of course, were removed; andall beneficed Men that were married, or would not abjure the reformedFaith, were put out of their Livings.
On the _13th_, _Miles_ and I went to hear what would be said at _Paul'sCross_. There was one _Bourne_, a Canon, who preached such arrant_Romanism_ and Flattery of _Bonner_, now Bishop of _London_, to hisFace, that the People hooted and cried, "Pull him down," and _Miles_,flinging his Cap with good Aim, hit him on the Nose. Another flung aDagger, which just missed him, but caused him to quit his Post; andhonest Master _Bradford_, stepping into it, spread forth his Hands with,"Good _Christian_ People"—whereon there was great Quiet; and by hissavoury and peaceifying Doctrine he allayed the Tumult. The same Day, anold Priest said Mass at St. _Bartholomew's_, albeit the People went nighto pull him in Pieces.
The following _Sunday_, one Dr. _Watson_ preached at _Paul's Cross_, andthe Churchyard was lined with Soldiers, for Fear of like Tumult that wason the _Sunday_ before. During the Week, _Northumberland_ had beenarraigned and condemned; and on the _Monday_ next following he was to bebeheaded; howbeit, he desired first to hear Mass and receive theSacrament after the _Romish_ Manner: thereby looking, maybe, to obtainPardon, but in sooth only proving a Renegade and losing the Grace of aConfessor. The Lady _Jane_, looking forth of her Prison Window, saw himon his Way to Mass; a grievouse Thing to her pure Mind; whereof shespake next Day at Table, saying, "Wo worth him! Should I that am youngand in my few Yeres, forsake my Faith for the LOVE of Life? Much more heshould not, whose fatal Course could not long have lasted."
On the _14th Sept._ good Master _Latimer_ was sent Prisoner to theTower. Seeing a Warder there whose Face he remembered, he criedcheerily, "What, old Friend! how do you? See, I am come to be yourNeighbour again!" The good _Cranmer_ was committed thither the same Day.But these Things were done privately: a Boat, more or less, privilyshooting the Bridge and gliding aneath the Traitors' Arch, was ta'en noNote of; while the Stretes and Highways were all astir with Preparationsfor the Queen's Crownation, which was set for the _1st Octr._ The_Easterlings_ were providing her a mighty fine Pageant, at _GracechurchCorner_, with a little Condyt that ran Wine: the _Genouese_ had theirsin _Phanechurchstrete_, the _Florentines_ at the farther End of_Gracechurchstrete_, with an Angel in Green and Gold, that, at pullingof a String, set a Trumpet to his Mouth and made believe to blowit,—only a real Trumpeter stood behind. With these and such-like Toysthe City amused their Minds, and humoured themselves into receiving theQueen with due Loyalty.
But when she came forth ... alas! what an ill-favoured Lady! Sure, weare all as GOD made us, for Homeliness or Comeliness; but yet a sweetNature may be discerned through the plainest Favour; but it could not bediscerned here. And she declined her Head upon her Hand, as though forsome Ache or Ail that constrained her to regard Everything done in herHonour askance and awry. 'Tis Pity o' my Life! when a Lady is so ill atEase, she can't hold her Head strait on her Crownation-day. Doubtlesscrowned Heads are liable to Aches as well as those that own ne'er a Cap;and 'tis a heaven-sent Immunity when they are able as well as willingfor all Public Occasions, like our Royal Lady that now rules the Land.With Bone-fires and Feastings, there were many private Families enjoyedthat Day more heartily, I wot, than the Queen's Grace in her Chair ofState. The Ceremonial was spun out beyond all Reason; and when shereturned, 'twas with the three Swords of the three Kingdoms bornesheathed before her, and another unsheathed—alack! not the _Sword ofthe Spirit_.
Old Master _Cheke_ dined with us next Day ... he was now a witheredlittle old Man, with a frosty Bloom still on his thin Cheek, but no Firein his Eye. He was mighty cast down at the late Imprisonment of hisNephew, who, though now set at large, had had a narrow Escape of it, andbehoved to lie close. Wherefore, to the old Man's Thought, all Joy hadvanished, the Mirth of the Land was gone: and he took up his Parable andprophesied evil Things.
"And who knows not," quod he, "whether we shall not shortly have a_Romish_ King set over us? The Queen is in Love to Death with _ReginaldPole_; and although he will none of her, he may not be able to resist amatrimonial Crown. We shall have him sent for presently, and releasedfrom his VOWS, as sure as _London Bridge_ is built on Wool-packs."
Well I wot Master _Cheke_ had the Truth on't. For the Queen's Grace,being now seven an' thirty Year old, had no Time to lose, if she mindedto marry at all; and _Reginald Pole_, albeit now in his fifty-fourthYear, was the very handsomest Man of his Time; more by Token _MichaelAngiolo_ (the greater Shame to him!) had put in his Face for that of ourSAVIOUR in his Scholar's famous Picture of the Raising of _Lazarus_.Howbeit, e'en a Queen, it seemeth, may woo in vain. She sent for _Pole_with a legatine Power, and moreover writ private Letters unto him and tothe _Pope_ with her own Hand. But, albeit the _Pope_ rejoiced in hisHeart at the Thought of regaining _England_, _Pole_ gave such manifestSignals of hanging back until the Queen were married, as that her Gracewithout more Ado entertained Proposals from _Philip_ of _Spain_; shehaving, thirty Years before, been promised to his Father!
This Year, Master _Hewet_ was made _Sheriff_. Well remember I youngMistress _Anne_, tripping down from her Closet in sky-blue Taffeta, andflirting a little Feather-fan as she passed me, crying, "Make Way forthe _Sheriff's_ Daughter! Oh, _Ned_, how grand I am!—
_'Thereof the Mayor he was full fain, An' eke the Sheriff also_—'"
I said, "Sure, Mistress, the _Sheriff_ in that Song came to no Good—Iwist not ye had so much Pride."
JJ "Make way for the Sheriff's Daughter"]
She looked about on me with her sweet, smiling Face, and said, "I've noPride for myself, _Edward_, but I may have for him!—May I not? may Inot?" playfully calling after me as I turned away. I said, "Oh,forsooth, Mistress, ye can do no Wrong."
"Is that in jest or earnest?" saith she, growing serious. "Am I proud,_Edward_?"
When I saw her wistful Look, and thought within me how much indeed shehad to be both proud and vain of, yet was neither, I could carry it nofarther, but said, "In sooth, sweet Mistress, you are not."
"All's right then," quod she gaily, and hastened to the Window to seethe new Sheriff mount his gray Horse, richly caparisoned. Thereafter,_Miles_ and I attended her and Mistress _Fraunces_ to the River Stairs,where the Company were to embark on a Pleasure-party; I thought theBarge had a goodly and lovely Freight!
Meantime, the Rumour of the Queen's Match occasioned great Murmuringthroughout the Land. And Sir _Thomas Wyat_, a _Kentish_ Gentleman,concerted with the Duke of _Suffolk_ and Sir _Peter Carew_ to take Armsand promote a general Rising, so soon as the _Prince_ of _Spain_ shouldset Foot on _English_ Ground. The Duke, no Doubt, looked for theRe-establishment of his Daughter, Lady _Jane_, now under Sentence, butallowed the Liberty of the Tower. Sir _Thomas_, Son to that _Wyat_ of_Allington Castle_ who writ good Verses, had oft been Ambassadour to_Spain_, where the Cruelty and Subtlety of the People made him trembleat the Thought of their obtaining a Footing in his native Land. Butalack! _Hew_, how many crying Evils must conspire together to give anyjust Pretence for a Rising against constituted Authorities! And adefeated Rebellion always strengthens the Hands of Government. So it wasin this Instance. We had not as yet been visited with Scourges norwhipped with Scorpions; 'twas only the Fear of what might be, (presaged,'tis true enough, by many Foretokens,) that tempted Men to shed Bloodand endanger their Heads for the Sake of their Country. Wherefore, aBird of the Air, I suppose, carrying the Matter, Sir _Peter Carew_,finding the Plot bewrayed, takes Thought only for himself, and fliesover Seas; and _Wyat_, thinking the Hour unripe, yet purposing rather tohurry forward than retreat, taketh Arms with the decl
ared Aim of doingno Hurt to the Queen's Person, but of removing her evil Counsellors.
Thereon the City was all Confusion. Though the 'Prentices had pelted the_Spanish_ Ambassadours with Snow-balls, and elder People had spokenagainst them under their Breath, yet that natural Loyalty there is inthe City, save under the most aggravating Circumstances, drew every onetogether to make common Cause with the Queen so soon as 'twas bruitedthat _Wyat_ was up in _Kent_. Five hundred of the Trained Bands wereforthwith sent out against him, and the City began to be kept withharnessed Men.
The Lord Mayor, this Year, was Sir _Thomas White_, Merchant-taylor; hethat founded St. _John's_ College, _Oxford_. To him, at the _Guildhall_,cometh my Lord Treasurer, and prayeth him to have at the least twothousand Men in Harness at all Hours, for the Safeguard of the City. Nowbegin the young Men of every Degree to look out and furbish their Armsand Accoutrements; and the Hum of Preparation is heard throughout theStretes. Post following hot upon Post bringeth Tidings that the Duke of_Suffolk_ in _Warwickshire_, having with all his Industry gottentogether but fifty Men, had given up the Game and betaken himself to aTenant of his, who kept him three Days hid in a hollow Oak till he wastaken; but that _Wyat_, with at least four thousand Men, (some made itfourteen thousand,) was marching fast upon _Southwark_, and the TrainedBands had gone over to him, which caused the Duke of _Norfolk_, sentagainst him, to retreat.
Here then was a Prospect for the Bridge! the only Access by which hecould command the City. Thou shouldst have seen the Duke ride back, allcrestfallen, with his Guard at his Heels, all smirched andtatterdemoiled, without Arrows or Strings to their Bows, or a Sword totheir Sides, or a Cap to their Heads. Some of the Urchins cried afterthem, "A _Wyat_! a _Wyat_!" and got well cuffed for their Pains.
Then came the News of a Rising in _Hertfordshire_. On this the Queencometh to _Guildhall_, with the Lord Chancellor and all her Council,guarded by a notable Company of Men at Arms; and, bespeaking the LordMayor and Aldermen, she pleaded sore they would stand by her against theArch-traitor that aimed at removing her Counsellors and having theCustody of her Person; affirming and alleging that she would never oncehave entertained thought of her Marriage, had it not been infused intoher by others that 'twas expedient for the Country. When I heard Master_Hewet's_ Report of her Argument, I remembered the Saying of Master_Askew_ the Draper to Lord _Warwick's_ Man, 'That the City couldsometimes better spare the Court than the Court the City.'
They protested they would stand by her—could they do less? Andforthwith, Proclamation was made to this Effect:—Now then, let everyMan that is disaffected, and every Man that is faint-hearted, and everyMan that is of unstable Mind, be off as fast as he can. There's _Wyat_ready to welcome all Well-wishers, coming along the _Kent Road_; and_London Bridge_ is just now open to all those that like to join him,which it will not be to-morrow; for the Draw-bridge is going to be sawnasunder and cast into the River, the Gates are going to be shut, theGate-houses are going to be manned, the Cannons are going to be plantedto defend them and to take the Range of the _Borough_, the Lord Mayorand Sheriffs in Harness are going to stand immediately behind the Gate,and every Man on the Bridge will close his Windows and stand in his Doorwith his 'Prentices armed and ready to do Battle. GOD save the Queen!
Not many crossed the Bridge after that. Those that did were glad toexplain 'twas on necessary and lawful Business, or they got hooted andsometimes pelted. The Lord Mayor went with my Master into every House,to see its Condition and Defence. When they reached the Door of the oldLady that lived all by herself alone with her Cats, they could gain noEntrance, nor hear Sound of Life within save a dismal Mewing. Master_Hewet_ was for departing, saying he believed the House safe enoughthough its Owner was shy of Strangers; but my Lord Mayor said a silentHouse was not always the safest, and there might be Spies and evenharnessed Men shut up. So they persisted knocking; and at length askinny old Woman, all trembling with Fear, peered forth and would witwhat 'twas all about. When they told her the Bridge was going to be putin a State of Defence for Queen _Mary_, she cried, "GOD save her sweetMajesty!" and let them in, shutting and bolting the Door behind them.She sayth, "Oh! Sirs, I see ye be loyal and honourable Gentlemen, wellaffected to our blessed Queen, wherefore I fear not to trust you with mySecret—howbeit, I am not the only one in this House."
The Lord Mayor gave a quick Look at Master _Hewet_.
—"I was, you must know," continued she, "Sub-prioress of a smallreligious House at _Mickleham_ in _Surrey_ ... there were but six of us;we were harmless and happy enough; howbeit, the Eighth _Harry_, thatcalled himself Defender of our Faith, turned us out Neck and Heels whenhe put down the lesser Monasteries; and my Father, to whom this Housebelonged, gave me Shelter in it during his Life, and left it to me athis Death. Whereby I have been enabled to give House-room and Board tomy aged Superior, who otherwise would have been cast into the Strete,through all the evil Times; none witting she was under my Roof. And nowthat better Days are come, she is past any Advantage of them, being longTime bed-rid, as ye shall see."
So she hobbled up-stairs before them, followed by her half-dozen Cats,and led the Way into a Chamber having a bright Wood Fire kindled on theHearth, but nearly bare of Furniture, beyond a Chair, a Table, aCrucifix, and a Couple of Tressel-beds, on one of which lay an oldWoman, sleeping, on the utmost Verge of Life. She mutely pointed to her,then led them over the rest of the House, which was utterly disfurnishedand chiefly shut up; she having got rid of the Moveables for what theywould fetch, through the Agency of her only Confidant, Sir _Tobias_. Sonow you have the Story of the old Lady that was supposed to live allalone by herself with her Cats.
_Miles_' black Eyes kindled like Coals at the Thought of defending theBridge.... I confess I felt a Glow within me, and handled my Bill andBow with exceeding Complacence. The Mayor complimented my Master onhaving a Couple of such smart Lads, and said his Premises would be welldefended. Also he said he wished he had such a fair Daughter as Mistress_Anne_, who served him with Bread and Wine.
If the Queen were ever popular, it was that Time! What joyous Smiles andbrisk Words were exchanged as People ran along the Bridge!—what Gloryattended the Guards that manned the Gates!—how we revelled in everyBlow that cut down the Draw-bridge! Splash! it went into the River.Spontaneously we gave three Cheers. Just before the Approach was cutoff, Lord _William Howard_, (since, Lord _Howard_ of _Effingham_,) withfifty of his Men, rode over the Bridge to St. _George's_ Church,_Southwark_, to note the State of Things, and so back. I remember hislooking gaily over his Shoulder as he passed, crying out in Hearing ofus all, "This Bridge hath to-day a Chance of being the _Thermopylæ_ of_London_!"
J Jellicoe "Rode over the Bridge"]
A Messenger from the Rebels came to parley, and was led blindfold acrossthe Bridge, to and from Lord _Pembroke_, Commander in Chief.
On _Saturday_ Morning, _Wyat_ was proclaimed Traitor, and a Price set onhis Head. There was a grand Muster of Horse and Foot in _FinsburyFields_. At three in the Afternoon, _Wyat_ advanced upon _London_ from_Deptford_; and, as soon as his Movement was perceived, an eight Pounderwas levelled at him from the White Tower, the Shot of which took noneEffect. Immediately my Lord Mayor and the Sheriffs made Haste to _LondonBridge_: we gave them three Cheers. The Strete was presently choaked;People removing their Stalls and Wares, Shop Shutters putting up, youngMen running up and down to Weapons and Harness, young Women beginning toshed Tears, Children and Maids shutting themselves up in the upperStories.
My Hands trembled so with Emotion I could scarce fasten a Buckle.Mistress _Anne_, passing, sayth, "Let me do it for you—Ladies of oldTime buckled on Knights' Harness and bade them good Speed, as I bidyou.... But oh! _Ned_, I am in Fear for my _Father_." I said, "But hehath no Fear, unless for you. Therefore look not forth; the only Dangeris in a random Shot."
Then she asked me what I thought would happen if the worst came to theworst. I told her I had not thought about it, so sure was I the bestwould come to the best. She said she thought so too; at least
she hopedso; and bade me tell every Word of News I heard through the Wicket.Presently I heard that _Wyat_, with his Army, was close beyond thefurther Bridge Gate; and had pointed two Pieces of Ordnance against theBridge: which I thought needless to tell Mistress _Anne_.
He was a fine Fellow, _Hew_, in his Way, there's no gainsaying. Hethought to free his Country from Harm; and, when he heard a Price wasset upon his Head, he wrote his Name on a Slip of Paper and set it onhis Cap.
My Master was a-foot and in Harness on the Bridge all Night. The Womenkept close and quite still above-stairs, while _Miles_ and I kept Watchbelow, but, I wot, they were as wakeful as ourselves. Towards Daydawn myMaster comes in: Mistress _Anne_, in her white Wrapper over her Dress,leans over the Rail at the Stair-head, and cryeth, "Is all well?" "Allwell, my Heart!" returns her Father. "Oh! thank GOD," cries she; andmeeting him half-way down the Stair, casts herself into his Arms.
'Twas _Sunday_ Morning; and maybe, a Day of much Prayer, if of littleChurch-going: but scarcely a Day of Rest. A Banner of Defiance wasunfurled a-top of the Tower, and a heavy Piece of Ordnance dischargedwhen they changed the Watch.
Lord _Howard_ was walking to and fro on the Bridge, his Sword clankingat every firm, heavy Tread; and anon he goeth to the Gate at the_Southwark_ End, and calleth in a loud, determined Voice, "_Wyat!_"
Presently some one makes Answer, "What would ye with him?"
"I would speak with him," sayth my Lord.
Answereth the other, "Our Captain is busy; if ye have any Message forhim, I will bear it."
"Marry," sayth my Lord, "ask of him what he meaneth by this Invasion;and whether he continue in his Purpose or no."
The Messenger departed; and in about three Quarters of an Hour returnedwith a weighted Purse, containing Master _Wyat's_ Answer; which, beingflung over the Gate, was received and read by my Lord, who tare it up,as good for Nought. On the _Saturday_ Afternoon, all Boats had beenbrought to the City Side of the River, not to be taken therefrom on Painof Death.
My Lord _Howard_ turning in to our House about Noon, for Refreshment,looketh fixedly on _Miles_, and sayth, "So you are young _Osborne_.""No, my Lord," quod I, stepping forward, "I am he;" thinking he hadSomewhat to say unto me; but he only looked hard at me, and said "Oh."
At Table, my Master helping him to Wine, he sayth, "That is a rareBrilliant on your little Finger, Master _Hewet_—may I be favoured witha nearer View of it?" "My Lord," sayth Master _Hewet_, "it is aToken-ring: I never take it off.—However," quod he presently, "youshall see it, and read the Posy inside; connecting it with the Matter wespake of just now." I noted a singular Smile on my Lord _Howard's_ Faceas he returned it.
That Night, like the last, was spent in Harness, but passed not, likethe last, without Event. The Weather was piercing cold; and a goodWatch-fire was kept up just within the Gate, whereat my Lord _Howard_,Sir _Andrew Judd_, the _Lord Mayor_, Master _Hewet_, and others, stoodand warmed themselves. Meantime, Master _Wyat_, anxious to reconnoitre,breaks down the Wall of a House adjoining the Gate on his side theDraw-bridge, by which Breach he ascendeth the Leads of the Gate-house,and thence coming down into the Porter's Lodge, it being about eleven o'the Clock, he findeth the Porter sleeping, but his Wife, with sundryothers, watching over a Fire of Coals. On beholding _Wyat_ they suddenlystarted; but he commanded them to keep quiet as they valued their Lives,and they should sustain no Hurt; so they having no Courage to opposehim, he went forth of the other Side the Gate-house to look across tothe Bridge. There, beyond the Chasm, within the second Gate, he notethmy _Lord Deputy_, the _Lord Mayor_, and the Rest standing about the Firein their Clokes. After noting them well, and seeing there was no Hope oftaking them by Surprise, he returneth whence he came, and doeth hisParty to wit how the City strengthened itself and is on the Alert.Peradventure to make farther Proof thereof, the Men of _Kent_ thereonmade an Uproar as it were in Sign of assaulting the Bridge, and firedtwo Field Pieces. Whereat we were all alive and to Arms in an Instant;and the Cries that ran along the Bridge shewed the Insurgents we wereready for them.
On _Monday_ we were heartened, and doubtless _Wyat_ was disheartened, bythe Bruit of Lord _Abergavenny's_ marching upon him from _Blackheath_with three Thousand Men. Thereon ensewed Diversity of Councils, in theEnd whereof, Master _Wyat_ decided to march along the _Thames_ next Day,to get Access to _Middlesex_ by _Kingston Bridge_. One of theLieutenant's Men of the Tower being despatched on special Charge acrossto the Bishop of _Winchester's_ Palace, a Waterman of the Tower Stairsprayed him for a Cast in his Boat, which he granted. Seven of _Wyat's_Men being on the Look-out, levelled their Arquebusses at the Boat,charging them to re-land, which they not complying with, the Mendischarged their Pieces with mortal Effect; for the poor Waterman felldead, and the Sculler with much Terror rowed back, through the Bridge,to the Tower Wharf. The Lieutenant, in a mighty Heat at what hadhappened, levelled seven great Pieces of Ordnance full against the southEnd of the Bridge and against _Southwark_, besides all the Guns on theWhite Tower, and over the Watergate, so that the Men and Women dwellingin _Southwark_ rushed confusedly to Master _Wyat_, and prayed him totake Pity on them, or they should be utterly undone and destroyed.Whereat, he, partly abashed, said, "I pray you, Friends, have Patience alittle, and I will presently relieve you of your Fears." And so, gaveOrders to march; and cleared out of _Southwark_ about eleven of theClock on _Shrove Tuesday_, without leaving a Penny unpaid to theInhabitants, or doing the least Damage beyond sacking and destroying theBishop of _Winchester's_ Palace and Library. Thus ended our three Days'Beleaguerment. Now, leaving the Bridge in sufficient Guard, Master_Hewet's_ Post lay at one of the City Gates: and a general Muster in St._James's Field_ was proclaimed for Six o' the Clock next Morning.
At four o' Clock, however, the Drums called to Arms, _Wyat_ havingcrossed at _Kingston_ and being already at _Brentford_. TheLaw-Serjeants went to _Westminster Hall_, that Morning, with Harnessunder their Gowns, and the Queen's Chaplain sung Mass before her withHarness under his Vestments. By ten o' the Clock my Lord _Pembroke's_Troop of Horse hovered about _Wyat's_ Party, and Ordnance began to befired on both Sides; whereon the Screams of Women and peaceable Peopleat _Charing Cross_, as well as the Firing, could be heard at the Tower._Wyat_ drove back my _Lord Chamberlain's_ Guard, and marched on to_Ludgate_ in disorderly Array. There he knocked at the Gate; and my Lord_Howard_ from within asked who knocked: and on his giving his Name,cried, "Avaunt, Traitor! thou enterest not here." Sundry of his Mencried, "Queen _Mary_ hath granted our Request, and given us Pardon!" but'twas known for a Feint; so they had Nought for it but to return whencethey came; and at _Charing Cross_ the Fight was renewed and waxed hot.At length, a Herald called on _Wyat_ to yield rather than shed moreBlood, and trust to the Queen's Mercy. Whereon, he, astonied anddejected, replied, "Well, if I must, let me yield me to a Gentleman."Sir _Morrice Berkeley_ bade him leap up behind him; and two otherspicked up young _Cobham_ and _Knevet_, and so carried them off, and theFight was ended. They lay, that Night, in the Tower.
There was Somewhat mighty kindling, _Hew_, in that Defence of theBridge: and we all felt triumphant and thankful when the Fight was over;but thereafter came great Gravity and Sadness, to muse on what mighthave been, and on what would shortly befal those Men in the Tower. Agrievouse Thing is a Civil War.
Then Master _Hewet_,—ah! what a Shrievalty was his! but yet he thankedGod in After-time that it fell not a Year or two later—he must bepresent at the beheading the poor guiltless Boy _Guilford_ _Dudley_, andalso of the Lady _Jane_. That same Day, _Hew_, there was set up aGallows at every Gate in _London_, and at the Bridge-foot; three or fourat _Charing Cross_ and in many other Places. About four hundred Rebelswere condemned in one Day. The Prisons were so o'er-crowded that theywere kept in Ward in Churches. The Lady _Elizabeth_ was committed to the_Tower_; daily, new State Prisoners went in, and they that came forth,'twas but to their Scaffolds. _Suffolk_, _Wyat_, the _Greys_—'twas anawful Time to be Sheriff! There were City Feasts; but Men met to lookone another in the Face and a
sk what would come next, rather than forPotacion and Refection.