Tower of LONDON. Accidents. 87

Tower of LONDON. Accidents.

to pass, all things afterward should be ordered according to the Fancy of the Common People. And indeed it was said, that he had (but the Day before) made his vaunt putting his Hand to his own Lips, That before Four Days came to an End, all the Laws of England should proceed from his Mouth. When Sir John Newton was in hand with him for Dispatch, he answered him with Indignation: If thou art so hasty, get thee to thy Master, for I will come when it pleaseth me. Notwithstanding, he followed on Horseback a slow Pace; and by the way, there came to him a Doublet Maker, who had brought to the Commons Threescore Doublets, which they bought and wore; and he demanded Thirty Marks for them, but could have no Payment. Wat Tylar answered him, saying, Friend, appease thy self, thou shalt be well payed before this Day be ended; keep thee near to me, I will be thy Creditor.

A bold Brag of a Rebel.

John Tickel the Doublet maker, his coming to Wat Tylar, and what Answer he made him.

Setting Spurs to his Horse, he departed from his Company, and came so near to the King, that his Horse had touched the Crooper of the King's Horse; and the first Words he spake, were these: Sir King, Seest thou all yonder People? Yea, truly, quoth the King; Wherefore sayst thou so? Because (said he) they be all at my Commandment, and have sworn to me their Faith and Truth, to do all that I would have them. In good Time, replied the King, I believe it well. Then said Wat Tylar, believest thou, King, that these People, and as many more as be in London, at my Command, will depart from thee thus, without having thy Letters? No, said the King, ye shall have them, they be ordained for you, and shall be delivered to every one of them.

Wat Tylar's coming to the King, and his audacious Words to him.

A lamentable Case when a King should be in such Distress.

At these Words, Wat Tylar seeing the Knight Sir John Newton near to him on Horseback, bearing the King's Sword, was offended, and said, It had become him better to be on Foot in his Presence. The Knight (not having forgot his old accustomed Manhood) answered, That it was no harm, seeing himself was also on Horseback. Which Words so offended Wat, that he drew his Dagger, and offered to strike the Knight, calling him Traitor. The Knight answered, that he lied; and drew his Dagger likewise. Wat Tylar, not suffering such an Indignity to be done him, and before his rustick Companions, made as if he would have run upon the Knight. The King therefore, seeing the Knight in Danger, to asswage the Rigor of Wat for the Time, commanded the Knight to alight on Foot, and to deliver his Dagger to Wat Tylar. But when his proud Mind could not be so pacified, but he would also have his Sword, the Knight answered, It was the King's Sword; and (quoth he) thou art not worthy to have it, nor durst thou ask it of me, if here were no more but thou and I. By my Faith, said Wat Tylar, I shall never eat, until I have thy Head, and would have run in upon the Knight.

Wat Tylar's Words to Sir John Newton, who did bear the King's Sword.

The Knight commanded to alight on Foot before the Rebel.

At that very Instant came to the King William Walworth, Lord Maior of London, a bold, couragious, and brave minded Man, with many Knights and Squires to assist the King, and he said, "My Liege, it were a great Shame, and such as never had before been heard of, if in that Presence, they should permit a Noble Knight to be shamefully murthered, and before the Face of their Sovereign; wherefore he ought to be rescued, and Tylar the Rebel to be arrested." Which Words being heard, the King, although he were but of tender Years, taking Boldness and Courage to him, commanded the Maior of London to lay Hand upon him. The Maior, being a Man of an incomparable Spirit and Boldness, without any further Delay or Doubting, straight arrested him with his Mace upon the Head; and in such sort, that he fell down at the Feet of his Horse. By and by, they which attended on the King, environed him round about, whereby he was not seen of his Company. And an Esquire of the King's, called John Cavendish, alighted from his Horse, and thrust his Sword into Wat Tylar's Belly: Albeit, more Opinions do hold, that the Maior did it with his Dagger, and many beside, thrust him in, in many Places of his Body, and then drew him from among the People, into the Hospital of St. Bartholomew. Which, when the Commons perceived, they cried out, that their Captain was traterously slain, heartning one another to fight, and to revenge his Death, bending their Bows. But the King rode to them, saying, What a Work is this, my Men? What mean you to do? Will you shoot your King? Be not quarrellous, or sorry for the Death of a Traytor and Ribald: I am your King, I will be your Captain and Leader: Follow me into the Field, there to have whatsoever you will require.

The coming of William Walworth, Lord Maior of London, to the King, and his worthy Words to him.

William Walworth, Lord Maior of London, arrested Wat Tylar, and felled him to the Ground.

Wat Tylar, the Rebel, slain in Smithfield.

The King's kind Words to the rude Multitude.

This the King did, lest the Commons, being bitterly bent in mind, should set fire on the Houses in Smithfield, where their Captain was slain. They therefore followed him into the open Field, and the Soldiers that were with him, not knowing as yet whether they would kill the King, or be in rest, and depart home with the King's Charter. In the mean while, worthy Walworth, the (for ever) famous Maior of London, to second his first Piece of Service which fell out to so good Purpose, only with one Servant, riding speedily into the City, began to cry, "You good Citizens, come to help your King, that is in doubt to be murdered; and succour me your Maior, that am in the like Danger: Or if you will not succour me, yet leave not the King destitute." When the Citizens heard this, in whose Hearts the Love of the King was ingrafted, suddenly, and very seemly prepared, (to the Number of a Thousand) they tarried in the Streets for some one of the Knights to lead them (with the Lord Mayor) to the King: And by good Fortune, Sir Robert Knowles, a Freeman of the City, came in the very Instant, whom they all required to be their Leader. He gladly undertook Part of them; and Perducas Dalbert, the Lord Maior, and some other Knights, led on the rest to the King's Presence. The King, and all that were with him, rejoiced not a little at the unhoped for coming of these brave armed Citizens, suddenly compassed the whole Multitude of the Commons.

They followed the King into the Field.

Another worthy Action performed by the Lord Maior.

A Noble and Loyal Forwardness in true-hearted Citizens for the Succour of their King, being in great Distress.

There might a Man have seen a wonderful Change of God's Right Hand; how the Commons did now throw down their Weapons, and fall to the Ground, beseeching Pardon; who lately before did glory that they had the King's Life in their Power; and now were glad to hide themselves in Caves, Ditches, Corn Fields, &c. The Knights therefore, desirous to be revenged, besought the King to permit them to take off the Heads of an Hundred or two of them. But the King would not condescend to their Request; but commanded the Charter which they had demanded, written and sealed, to be delivered to them for the Time, to avoid any more Mischief: As knowing well, that Essex was not yet pacified, nor Kent stayed; the Commons and Rusticks of which Countries were ready to rise again, if he did not satisfy them the sooner. The Commons having got the Charter, departed homeward; and the rude People being dispersed and gone, the King called for his valiant Maior of London, William Walworth, whom (with great Honour) he Knighted there in the Field, and as he had very worthily deserved. The like he did to Nicholas Brember, John Philpot, Robert Lawnd, John Standish, Nicholas Twiford, and Adam Francis, Aldermen. Afterward the King, with his Lords and his Company, orderly entred into the City of London with great Joy, and went to his Royal Mo-

A wonderful Alteration among the Rebels.

Great Wisdom and Discretion in the King, being so young.

W. Walworth, Lord Maior of London, Knighted in the Field, and other Aldermen with him.