The Prince cry’d, No, You shall not do’t.
That poor man may innocent be,
Without a fault he shall not die.
The poor man then went stepping by,
And did not ev’n look to their stye.
Now, said the Prince, what would ye said,
If innocent blood had here been shed?
Too much, indeed, on my account:
At this some seem’d to take affront;
Yet as a joke he past it by,