At four o' Clock, however, the Drums called to Arms, _Wyat_ having crossed at _Kingston_ and being already at _Brentford_. The Law-Serjeants went to _Westminster Hall_, that Morning, with Harness under their Gowns, and the Queen's Chaplain sung Mass before her with Harness under his Vestments. By ten o' the Clock my Lord _Pembroke's_ Troop of Horse hovered about _Wyat's_ Party, and Ordnance began to be fired on both Sides; whereon the Screams of Women and peaceable People at _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 Men cried, "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 whence they came; and at _Charing Cross_ the Fight was renewed and waxed hot. At length, a Herald called on _Wyat_ to yield rather than shed more Blood, and trust to the Queen's Mercy. Whereon, he, astonied and dejected, replied, "Well, if I must, let me yield me to a Gentleman." Sir _Morrice Berkeley_ bade him leap up behind him; and two others picked up young _Cobham_ and _Knevet_, and so carried them off, and the Fight was ended. They lay, that Night, in the Tower. There was Somewhat mighty kindling, _Hew_, in that Defence of the Bridge: and we all felt triumphant and thankful when the Fight was over; but thereafter came great Gravity and Sadness, to muse on what might have been, and on what would shortly befal those Men in the Tower. A grievouse Thing is a Civil War. Then Master _Hewet_,—ah! what a Shrievalty was his! but yet he thanked God in After-time that it fell not a Year or two later—he must be present at the beheading the poor guiltless Boy _Guilford_ _Dudley_, and also of the Lady _Jane_. That same Day, _Hew_, there was set up a Gallows at every Gate in _London_, and at the Bridge-foot; three or four at _Charing Cross_ and in many other Places. About four hundred Rebels were condemned in one Day. The Prisons were so o'er-crowded that they were 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 an awful Time to be Sheriff! There were City Feasts; but Men met to look one another in the Face and ask what would come next, rather than for Potacion and Refection. CHAPTER IX _Osborne is out of his Time_ I was out of my Time; and was examined by the Master and Wardens of our Company whether I had duly and faithfully served my Apprenticeship: and being found sufficient and allowed, was presented to the Chamberlain of _London_ to be made free; was sworn, and paid Two-and-sixpence.