His Sowship being mightily disappointed in not getting any gold, Sir
Walter Raleigh was tried as unfairly, and with as many lies and
evasions as the judges and law officers and every other authority in
Church and State habitually practised under such a King. After a great
deal of prevarication on all parts but his own, it was declared that he
must die under his former sentence, now fifteen years old. So, on the
twenty-eighth of October, one thousand six hundred and eighteen, he was
shut up in the Gate House at Westminster to pass his late night on
earth, and there he took leave of his good and faithful lady who was
worthy to have lived in better days. At eight o’clock next morning,
after a cheerful breakfast, and a pipe, and a cup of good wine, he was
taken to Old Palace Yard in Westminster, where the scaffold was set up,
and where so many people of high degree were assembled to see him die,
that it was a matter of some difficulty to get him through the crowd.
He behaved most nobly, but if anything lay heavy on his mind, it was
that Earl of Essex, whose head he had seen roll off; and he solemnly
said that he had had no hand in bringing him to the block, and that he
had shed tears for him when he died. As the morning was very cold, the
Sheriff said, would he come down to a fire for a little space, and warm
himself? But Sir Walter thanked him, and said no, he would rather it
were done at once, for he was ill of fever and ague, and in another
quarter of an hour his shaking fit would come upon him if he were still
alive, and his enemies might then suppose that he trembled for fear.
With that, he kneeled and made a very beautiful and Christian prayer.
Before he laid his head upon the block he felt the edge of the axe, and
said, with a smile upon his face, that it was a sharp medicine, but
would cure the worst disease. When he was bent down ready for death, he
said to the executioner, finding that he hesitated, ‘What dost thou
fear? Strike, man!’ So, the axe came down and struck his head off, in
the sixty-sixth year of his age.
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