Hark, Thou cursed traitor! Thine heart hath been as black as hell-coal, to imagine the death of our sovereign lord, the king, whom God defend! By this false deed, Thou hast broken thy fealty and forfeited thy life, lands and soul. Yet, not content with this foul treason, Thou now showest a devil's attitude to the king's own justice in this open court. Thou art not only a traitor but a man forsworn. Hear your judgment: you shall be drawn on a hurdle to the gallows, there to be hanged by the neck, but cut down before you are dead. Then your entrails shall be burned before your eyes, your head smitten off, and your body drawn in four quarters, to be set up at the king's will. And for your insolence here, may God have little mercy upon your soul. Away with him!
