The implements, and some part of the attire used by the executioner in his butcherly office, were scattered about, and mixed with the tools of the sexton; while in the centre of the room stood a large wooden frame supported by trestles.

On this frame, stained with blood and smeared with pitch, showing the purpose to which it had been recently put, the body was placed.

This done, Doctor Dee set down the lantern beside it; and, as the light fell upon its livid features, sullied with earth, and exhibiting traces of decay, Guy Fawkes was so appalled by the sight that he half repented of what he had undertaken.
Noticing his irresolution, Doctor Dee said, "You may yet retire if you think proper." "No," replied Fawkes, rousing himself; "I will go through with it." "It is well," replied Dee.

And he extinguished the light.
An awful silence now ensued, broken only by a low murmur from Doctor Dee, who appeared to be reciting an incantation.

As he proceeded, his tones became louder, and his accents those of command.