You made use of the strong purse against the wake man; an' if any one ventured to complain, he was sure to come in for a dose of the horsewhip from your tyrannical sons, or a dose of law from yourself.

Now all that I've mentioned might be overlooked an' forgiven, for the sake of your wife and daughters, but it is for your conduct as a Tithe Proctor that you and your sons must die.

Don't think to escape me, for it can't be done.

There is not a day in the week, nor an hour in the day, but I have you at my command.

Be prepared, then, for your fate is sealed; and no earthly power can save you.