Foreman. Guilty, my lord.

Clerk. Look to your prisoners, gaoler.

This was done in the morning, and in the afternoon they received
the sentence of death according to the law.

The gaoler, therefore, having received such a charge, put them all
in the inward prison, to preserve them there till the day of
execution, which was to be the next day in the morning.

But now to see how it happened, one of the prisoners, Incredulity
by name, in the interim betwixt the sentence and the time of
execution, brake prison and made his escape, and gets him away
quite out of the town of Mansoul, and lay lurking in such places
and holes as he might, until he should again have opportunity to do
the town of Mansoul a mischief for their thus handling of him as
they did.

Now when Mr. Trueman, the gaoler, perceived that he had lost his
prisoner, he was in a heavy taking, because that prisoner was, to
speak on, the very worst of all the gang: wherefore first he goes
and acquaints my Lord Mayor, Mr. Recorder, and my Lord Willbewill,
with the matter, and to get of them an order to make search for him
throughout the town of Mansoul. So an order he got, and search was
made, but no such man could now be found in all the town of
Mansoul.

All that could be gathered was, that he had lurked a while about
the outside of the town, and that here and there one or other had a