Figure 10.
Here Babington and all his desperate Band,
Ready prepar’d for Royal Murder stand,
His Motto seems to glory in the Deed,
These my Companions are whom dangers lead.
Cowardly Traitors, so many Combine
To Cut off one poor Ladies vital Twine;
In vain,—Heaven’s her Guard, and as for you;
Behold, the Hangman gives you all your due.
Figure 11.