Last of all came the great devil of all, Fawkes, _alias_ Johnson, who should have put fire to the powder. His body being weak with torture and sickness, he was scarce able to go up the ladder, but yet, with much ado, by the help of the hangman, went high enough to break his neck with the fall; who made no long speech, but after a sort, seeming to be sorry for his offence, asked a kind of forgiveness of the King and the state for his bloody intent; and with his crosses and idle ceremonies, made his end upon the gallows and the block, to the great joy of the beholders, that the land was ended of so wicked a villainy. EXECUTION of Sir WALTER RALEIGH, _Knight, at Westminster, on the 29th of October, Anno 16o, Jacobi Regis, 1618._ Upon Wednesday, the 28th of October, _anno dom._ 1618, the Lieutenant of the Tower, according to a warrant to him directed, brought Sir Walter Raleigh from the Tower to the King’s Bench Bar at Westminster, where the record of his arraignment at Winchester was opened, and it was demanded why execution should not be done upon him according to law. He began, in way of answer, to justify his proceedings in the late voyage. But the Lord Chief Justice told him, That he was therein deceived, and that the opinion of the Court was to the contrary. Master Attorney General, requiring in the King’s behalf, that execution might be done on the prisoner, according to the aforesaid judgment: the Sheriffs of Middlesex were commanded for that purpose to take him into their custody, who presently carried him to the Gatehouse. From whence, the next morning, between the Sheriffs of Middlesex, Sir Walter Raleigh was brought to the old Palace Yard in Westminster, where a large scaffold was erected for the execution. Whereupon, when he came, with a chearful countenance, he saluted the Lords, Knights, and gentlemen there present. After which, a proclamation was made for silence, and he addressed himself to speak in this manner. I desire to be borne withal, for this is the third day of my fever, and if I shall shew any weakness, I beseech you to attribute it to my malady, for this is the hour in which it is wont to come. Then pausing a while, he sat, and directed himself towards a window, where the Lord of Arundel, Northampton, and Doncaster, with some other Lords and Knights, sate, and spake as followeth: I thank God, of his infinite goodness, that he hath brought me to die in the light, and not in darkness; (But by reason that the place where the Lords, &c., sat, was some distance from the scaffold, that he perceived they could not well hear him, he said) I will strain my voice, for I would willingly have your honours hear me. But my Lord of Arundel said, nay, we will rather come down to the scaffold, which he and some others did. Where being come, he saluted them severally, and then began again to speak as followeth, _viz._