The colloquies of Edward Osborne, citizen and clothworker of London . on the utmost Verge ofLife. She mutely pointed to her, thenled them over the rest of the House,which was utterly disfurnished and chieflyshut up ; she having got rid of the Move-ables for what they would fetch, through the 1^2 The Colloquies the Agency of her only Confidant, SirTobias. So now you have the Story ofthe old Lady that was supposed to liveall alone by herself with her Cats. Miles black Eyes kindled like Coals atthe Thought of defending the Bridge. . .I confess I felt a Glow within me, andhandled my Bill and Bow w
The colloquies of Edward Osborne, citizen and clothworker of London . on the utmost Verge ofLife. She mutely pointed to her, thenled them over the rest of the House,which was utterly disfurnished and chieflyshut up ; she having got rid of the Move-ables for what they would fetch, through the 1^2 The Colloquies the Agency of her only Confidant, SirTobias. So now you have the Story ofthe old Lady that was supposed to liveall alone by herself with her Cats. Miles black Eyes kindled like Coals atthe Thought of defending the Bridge. . .I confess I felt a Glow within me, andhandled my Bill and Bow with exceedingComplacence. The Mayor complimentedmy Master on having a Couple of suchsmart Lads, and said his Premises wouldbe well defended. Also he said he wishedhe had such a fair Daughter as MistressAnne^ who served him with Bread andWine. If the Queen were ever popular, it wasthat Time ! What joyous Smiles andbrisk Words were exchanged as Peopleran along the Bridge !—what Glory at-tended the Guards that manned theGates !—how we revelled in every Blow that. ^Edward Osborne 153 that cut down the Draw-bridge ! Splash !it went into the River. SpontaneouslyWe gave three Cheers. Just before theApproach was cut off, Lord WilliamHoward^ (since, Lord Howard of Effing-ham^ with fifty of his Men, rode overthe Bridge to St. George s Church, Soiith-wark^ to note the State of Things, and soback. I remember his looking gaily overhis Shoulder as he passed, crying out inHearing of us all, This Bridge hath to-day a Chance of being the Thermopylce of London I A Messenger from the Rebels came toparley, and was led blindfold across theBridge, to and from Lord Pembroke, Com-mander in Chief. On Saturday Morning, JVyat was pro-claimed Traitor, and a Price set on hisHead. There was a grand Muster ofHorse and Foot in Finsbury Fields. At three 154 ^^ Colloquies three in the Afternoon, Wyat advancedupon lj07idon from Deptford; and, as soonas his Movement was perceived, an eightPounder was levelled
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