Vowing alive he’d ne’er be took:
Deep wounds he got, and wounds he gave,
At last a shot he did receive,
And as he fell, them to convince,
Cry’d, Ah! Alas! You’ve kill’d your Prince;
Ye murderers and bloody crew
You had no orders this to do.
This did confirm them in the thought,
He was the very man they sought:
And ere that he was really dead,