And now, the bright Boy being dead, the Duke of _Northumberland_ took upon him to sit at the Stern, and order all Things according unto his Pleasure. The Demise of the Crown was kept close that Day and the next, he hoping to obtain Possession of the Lady _Mary_, who, however, learned the Secret, and rode off to the Coast. Meantime, he took heed to occupy and fortify the _Tower_; and, on the second Day, sent for the Lord Mayor, six Aldermen, not including Master _Hewet_, six Merchants of the Staple, and as many Merchant Adventurers, to attend the Council at _Greenwich_, where they were advised of the King's Death and how he had ordained for the Succession by Letters Patent, to the which they were sworn, and charged to keep the Matter secret. When my Master presently heard of this from one of his brother Aldermen, (for such Secrets are not long kept,) he said, in his own Family, that however he might desire a Protestant Succession, he was persuaded that this would not, nor could not, come to Good. "To say Nothing," quod he, "of the Lady _Jane's_ questionable Birth; for the Duke, though few know it, had, when he married her Mother, a Wife living already." Howbeit, at Three o' the Clock on the Monday Afternoon, the Lady _Jane_ was conveyed, in Sight of us all, by Water from _Syon_ to the _Tower_, and there received as Queen. At Five o' Clock, the King's Death and her Accession were proclaimed; but few cried "GOD save Queen _Jane_!" A Drawer at a Tavern within _Ludgate_ said in the Hearing of some, that he thought the Lady _Mary_ had the better Title; whereon he was incontinent arrested and set in the Pillory in _Chepe_, whereto both his Ears were nailed, and then clean cut off. Meantime the Duke of _Northumberland_ heareth that the Lady _Mary's_ Party makes head, whereon he resolves to send Lady _Jane's_ Father, the Duke of _Suffolk_, to put it down and seize her Person. Whereon the Lady _Jane_, who hath all along had no Mind to the Crown, weepeth sore, and begs her Father may be let off that Enterprize and that her Father-in-law will take it on himself; which he, after short Demur and much Flattery of his Bravery and Skill, consenteth to do. But his Heart misgiveth him, both as to what he goes to and what he leaves behind; and, sayth he to the Council, "Should ye in mine Absence waver in your Resolution, it may be ye will contrive your own Safety with my Destruction." Quod they, "Your Grace makes a Doubt of that which cannot be, for which of us all can wash his Hands clean of this Business?" So the Duke set forth with eight Thousand Foot and two Thousand Horse; and, as he rode along _Shoreditch_, quod he to Lord _Grey_, "See how the People press forward to see us! but not one of them sayth, 'GOD speed you!'"