While brinish tears showr’d from their eyes,
And many said, He’s dying well,
Howe’er he liv’d we cannot tell.
The head cutter first took a glass,
Then came to ask him forgiv’ness;
Yet drink did not quite drown his fears,
At the awful scene he burst in tears:
But the Earl bade him not be afraid,
As it must be done by some, he said,
Gave him five guineas in a purse,