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; I 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. [_Sticks it in his cap_.
BRETT. But that's foolhardy.
WYATT. No! boldness, which will give my followers boldness.
_Enter_ MAN _with a prisoner_.
MAN. We found him, your worship, a plundering o' Bishop Winchester's
house; he says he's a poor gentleman.
WYATT. Gentleman! a thief! Go hang him. Shall we make
Those that we come to serve our sharpest foes?
BRETT. Sir Thomas--
WYATT. Hang him, I say.
BRETT. Wyatt, but now you promised me a boon.
WYATT. Ay, and I warrant this fine fellow's life.
BRETT. Ev'n so; he was my neighbour once in Kent.
He's poor enough, has drunk and gambled out
All that he had, and gentleman he was.
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