Unless you give a hearty blow,
To the stage side did then retire,
And call’d the Warder to come nigh’r,
Asking which was the hearse for him,
Bade the driver come nearer in,
Immediately kneel’d to the block,
Stretch’d out his arms, and thus he spoke,
“O Lord reward my friends, he cries,
“And now forgive mine enemies,
“Receive my soul, good Lord, I crave,”