As they were thus roasting me, I recommended myself unto the divine grace, having in my mind the good St.Lawrence, and always hoped in God that he would deliver me out of this torment.

Which came to pass, and that very strangely.

For as I did commit myself with all my heart unto God, crying, Lord God, help me! Lord God, save me! Lord God, take me out of this pain and hellish torture, wherein these traitorous dogs detain me for my sincerity in the maintenance of thy law! The roaster or turnspit fell asleep by the divine will, or else by the virtue of some good Mercury, who cunningly brought Argus into a sleep for all his hundred eyes.

When I saw that he did no longer turn me in roasting, I looked upon him, and perceived that he was fast asleep.

Then took I up in my teeth a firebrand by the end where it was not burnt, and cast it into the lap of my roaster, and another did I throw as well as I could under a field-couch that was placed near to the chimney, wherein was the straw-bed of my master turnspit.