Then it’s me hath the right of my manship
To master his might or to die.
For ’tis God is my King and not Herod,
And God he keepeth no slave;
And liever than live Herod’s henchman
I’ll lie a free man in the grave.
So I dared him his host and his captains,
And struck for my babe a sword blow;
And ’tis here they have broken my body;
With Death now right soon must I go.