Perjur’d himself in Mitchell’s case,
To bring that rebel to disgrace,
He did contrive that engine,
That did make Hackston dree great pain,
To rip his breast at my desire,
And burn his heart quick in the fire,
Mangled his hands and took them off,
That they might be the people’s scoff,
And afterwards struck off his pow,
And set it on the Netherbow;