Meantime, the Rumour of the Queen's Match occasioned great Murmuring throughout the Land. And Sir _Thomas Wyat_, a _Kentish_ Gentleman, concerted with the Duke of _Suffolk_ and Sir _Peter Carew_ to take Arms and promote a general Rising, so soon as the _Prince_ of _Spain_ should set Foot on _English_ Ground. The Duke, no Doubt, looked for the Re-establishment of his Daughter, Lady _Jane_, now under Sentence, but allowed 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 tremble at the Thought of their obtaining a Footing in his native Land. But alack! _Hew_, how many crying Evils must conspire together to give any just Pretence for a Rising against constituted Authorities! And a defeated Rebellion always strengthens the Hands of Government. So it was in this Instance. We had not as yet been visited with Scourges nor whipped with Scorpions; 'twas only the Fear of what might be, (presaged, 'tis true enough, by many Foretokens,) that tempted Men to shed Blood and endanger their Heads for the Sake of their Country. Wherefore, a Bird of the Air, I suppose, carrying the Matter, Sir _Peter Carew_, finding the Plot bewrayed, takes Thought only for himself, and flies over Seas; and _Wyat_, thinking the Hour unripe, yet purposing rather to hurry forward than retreat, taketh Arms with the declared Aim of doing no 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 spoken against them under their Breath, yet that natural Loyalty there is in the City, save under the most aggravating Circumstances, drew every one together to make common Cause with the Queen so soon as 'twas bruited that _Wyat_ was up in _Kent_. Five hundred of the Trained Bands were forthwith sent out against him, and the City began to be kept with harnessed Men. The Lord Mayor, this Year, was Sir _Thomas White_, Merchant-taylor; he that founded St. _John's_ College, _Oxford_. To him, at the _Guildhall_, cometh my Lord Treasurer, and prayeth him to have at the least two thousand Men in Harness at all Hours, for the Safeguard of the City. Now begin the young Men of every Degree to look out and furbish their Arms and Accoutrements; and the Hum of Preparation is heard throughout the Stretes. Post following hot upon Post bringeth Tidings that the Duke of _Suffolk_ in _Warwickshire_, having with all his Industry gotten together but fifty Men, had given up the Game and betaken himself to a Tenant of his, who kept him three Days hid in a hollow Oak till he was taken; but that _Wyat_, with at least four thousand Men, (some made it fourteen thousand,) was marching fast upon _Southwark_, and the Trained Bands had gone over to him, which caused the Duke of _Norfolk_, sent against him, to retreat.