Wyatt, but now you
promised
me a boon.
Tennyson
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.
We have been glad together; let him live.
WYATT. He has gambled for his life, and lost, he hangs.
No, no, my word's my word. Take thy poor gentleman!
Gamble thyself at once out of my sight,
Or I will dig thee with my dagger. Away!
Women and children!
_Enter a Crowd of_ WOMEN _and_ CHILDREN.
FIRST WOMAN.
