He’d wrong his health by getting cold,
To which he answered again,
The lease of it was near an end,
’Twas the height of folly to repair,
For all the time it had to wear.
On the next day, the stage being erect,
All rail’d about and hung with black,
A thousand foot-guards march’d theretil,
And form’d betwixt the Tow’r and hill.
The stage within the line enclos’d,