Among those present, this moderate and wise address produced a general
sensation of relief; for the earl's disavowal of the revolt took away
all hope of its success. But the common approbation was not shared by
Hilyard. He sprang upon the table, and, seizing the broken fragments of
the truncheon, which the earl had snapped as a willow twig, exclaimed,
"And thus, in the name of the people, I seize the command that ye
unworthily resign! Oh, yes, what fools were yonder drudges of the hard
hand and the grimed brow and the leathern jerkin, to expect succour from
knight and noble!"

So saying, he bounded from the tent, and rushed towards the multitude at
the distance.

"Ye knights and lords, men of blood and birth, were but the tools of a
manlier and wiser Cade!" said Warwick, calmly. "Follow me."

The earl strode from the tent, sprang upon his steed, and was in the
midst of the troops with his heralds by his side, ere Hilyard had
been enabled to begin the harangue he had intended. Warwick's trumpets
sounded to silence; and the earl himself, in his loud clear voice,
briefly addressed the immense audience. Master, scarcely less than
Hilyard, of the popular kind of eloquence, which--short, plain,
generous, and simple--cuts its way at once through the feelings to the
policy, Warwick briefly but forcibly recapitulated to the commons the
promises he had made to the captains; and as soon as they heard of taxes
removed, the coinage reformed, the corn thrave abolished, the Woodvilles
dismissed, and the earl recalled to power, the rebellion was at an end.
They answered with a joyous shout his order to disperse and retire to
their homes forthwith. But the indomitable Hilyard, ascending a small
eminence, began his counter-agitation. The earl saw his robust form and
waving hand, he saw the crowd sway towards him; and too well acquainted
with mankind to suffer his address, he spurred to the spot, and turning
to Marmaduke, said, in a loud voice, "Marmaduke Nevile, arrest that man
in the king's name!"

Marmaduke sprang from his steed, and laid his hand on Hilyard's
shoulder. Not one of the multitude stirred on behalf of their demagogue.
As before the sun recede the stars, all lesser lights had died in
the blaze of Warwick's beloved name. Hilyard griped his dagger, and
struggled an instant; but when he saw the awe and apathy of the armed
mob, a withering expression of disdain passed over his hardy face.

"Do ye suffer this?" he said. "D