More specially a traitor so presumptu

ous

As this same Wyatt, who hath tamper'd with

A public ignorance, and, under color Of such a cause as hath no color, seeks To bend the laws to his own will, and yield

Full scope to persons rascal and forlorn,

To make free spoil and havock of your goods.

Now as your Prince, I say,

I, that was never mother, cannot tell How mothers love their children; yet, methinks,

A prince as naturally may love his people

As these their children; and be sure your Queen

So loves you, and so loving, needs must deem

This love by you return'd as heartily; And thro' this common knot and bond

Swear with me, noble fellow-citizens, all,

With all your trades, and guilds, and companies.

Citizens. We swear!

Mary. We thank your Lordship and your loyal city.

[Exit Mary attended. White. I trust this day, thro' God, I have saved the crown. First Alderman. Ay, so my Lord of Pembroke in command Of all her force be safe; but there are doubts.

Second Alderman. I hear that Gardiner, coming with the Queen, And meeting Pembroke, bent to his saddle-bow,

As if to win the man by flattering him. Is he so safe to fight upon her side?

By torchlight, and his guard; four guns gaped at me,

Black, silent mouths: had Howard spied me there

And made them speak, as well he might have done,

Their voice had left me none to tell you this.

What shall we do?

Brett. On somehow. To go back Were to lose all.

Wyatt. On over London Bridge We cannot stay we cannot; there is ordnance

On the White Tower and on the Devil's Tower,

And pointed full at Southwark; we must, round

By Kingston Bridge.

Brett. Ten miles about. Wyatt. Ev'n so. But I have notice from our partisans Within the city that they will stand

by us

If Ludgate can be reach'd by dawn to

morrow.

Enter one of WYATT's men.

Man. Sir Thomas, I've found this paper; pray your worship read it; 1 know not my letters; the old priests taught me nothing.

Wyatt (reads). "Whosoever will apprehend the traitor Thomas Wyatt shall have a hundred pounds for reward."

Man. Is that it? That's a big lot of money.

Wyatt. Ay, ay, my friend; not read it? 'tis not written

Half plain enough. Give me a piece of paper!

[Writes “THOMAS WYATT" large There, any man can read that.