Others again invoked St.Mesmes of Chinon, St.Martin of Candes, St.Clouaud of Sinays, the holy relics of Laurezay, with a thousand other jolly little sancts and santrels.
Some died without speaking, others spoke without dying; some died in speaking, others spoke in dying.

Others shouted as loud as they could Confession, Confession, Confiteor, Miserere, In manus! So great was the cry of the wounded, that the prior of the abbey with all his monks came forth, who, when they saw these poor wretches so slain amongst the vines, and wounded to death, confessed some of them.

But whilst the priests were busied in confessing them, the little monkies ran all to the place where Friar John was, and asked him wherein he would be pleased to require their assistance.

To which he answered that they should cut the throats of those he had thrown down upon the ground.

They presently, leaving their outer habits and cowls upon the rails, began to throttle and make an end of those whom he had already crushed.