Draw thy sword, Thomas of Redbridge, and hew me his head from his shoulders." "A boon, gracious sir, a boon!" cried the condemned man.
"What then ?" asked the bailiff.
"I will confess to my crime.

It was indeed I and the black cook, both from the ship 'La Rose de Gloire,' of Southampton, who did set upon the Flanders merchant and rob him of his spicery and his mercery, for which, as we well know, you hold a warrant against us." "There is little merit in this confession," quoth the bailiff sternly.
"Thou hast done evil within my bailiwick, and must die." "But, sir," urged Alleyne, who was white to the lips at these bloody doings, "he hath not yet come to trial." "Young clerk," said the bailiff, "you speak of that of which you know nothing.

It is true that he hath not come to trial, but the trial hath come to him.

He hath fled the law and is beyond its pale.

Touch not that which is no concern of thine.