WHEN the duke of Somerset and other of king Henry’s friends, saw the world thus suddenly changed every man fled, and in haste shifted for himself,* leaving king Henry alone, as an host* that should be sacrificed, in the Bishops palace of London, adjoining to Paul’s church, not knowing of whom nor what counsel to ask, as he which with trouble
and adversity was clearly dulled and appalled, in which place he was by king Edward taken, and again committed to prison and captivity.
This was a sudden change, for the same day, the Archbishop of York to the intent
that the people might more firmly stick on his side, caused him to ride about London, apparelled in a gown of blue velvet, with a great company crying ‘king Henry, king Henry’ (which sight as much pleased the citizens as a fire painted on the wall, warmed the old woman) not knowing that or* night, his triumphing should be turned to trembling, and his solemnity converted into mourning, such chance was to him provided.