Who kill’d a colonel in a quarrel
About two dogs, between two puppies,
Most mighty sirs, my trust and hope is,
That nobody will think it is hard
For us to shoot a conjuring wizard,
Since all allow, sans hesitation,
That we’ve received vast provocation.
And if our champion’s full of fury,
When he kills Perkins, then the jury
(Provided they are made to fit him)