"Ah," quod WYAT, "is this the best counsel ye can give? If we pretend to keep out Strangers, and begin our quarrel with the spoil of our own country [_County_] men; what will the whole realm, trow ye, then deem of us? Nay, your advice is naught; and your way, the next way to accelerate our confusion. For if we will go forwards in our matter and make the best of it to our purpose, Spoil and Tyranny may not be our guides. We must, by all means, devise, and all little enough, to continue good opinion in the heads of the multitude of some plausible [_praiseworthy_] end to succeed by our stir: otherwise we undo ourselves. For perceiving at our entry that our minds run of spoil: who will not rather resist us, and abide the adventure of that whereof we bear them in hand; than to be in certain to be spoiled by us? And I see no cause why you should doubt of money; seeing ye know that such Gentlemen as are confedered with us, keeping appointment; their soldiers shall come ready furnished to bear their own charges for nine days: and our hap shall be very hard if we be not at London shortly after we stir; and that with so great a company as shall be out of danger to be stopped by any of the Shire upon such a sudden, or letted [_hindered_] of entry into London finding half the friends there as we think to have. And being once in London, and having the Tower in our hands; I trust you think we shall not lack money long after if any be to be had there, or in the Aldermen's coffers." To that said another, that had spoken as yet never a word, "I know Commoners in London that have more ready money than some of the Aldermen." "Soft," quod WYAT, "I pray you in any wise forbear all such talk till we come to the place where we would be. In mean time let us work secretly; and by all tokens and signs shew ourselves to favour and maintain our pretence of Strangers only." Such and the like communication was between WYAT and two others the Monday [22nd January] before his rising. Whereby it is evident that their final intent was to advance themselves by spoil of other men's goods: although they pretended otherwise. And to colour [_make pretence of_] the same, WYAT so fell out with this Gentleman for rifling the Lord Chancellor's House [_i.e., the House in Southwark of STEPHEN GARDINER, Bishop of WINCHESTER_,] that he made a number believe he would have hanged him out of hand: had not BRET and others entreated for him. * * * * * [Sidenote: The Lord WILLIAM HOWARD, Admiral of England.] [Sidenote: WYAT's coming into the Porter's Lodge at the Bridge foot.] [Sidenote: Care away.]