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,