He did enquire the cause therefore:
They said, A scaffold’s fall’n, and many kill’d.
“A-weel, said he, Their time’s fulfill’d,
“I thought, this day, to dy’d my lane:
“But the best of fowk will be mistane:
“I cannot say, I am sorry for’t,
“For the mair mischief, the better sport.”
Then after Ave Maria and pray’r,
With Salve Regina, in a heroic air,
He laid his head upon the block,