When the great man, at whose frown, a few days before, the whole kingdom had trembled, was, dragged into the justice room begrimed with ashes, half dead with fright, and followed by a raging multitude, the agitation of the unfortunate Mayor rose to the height.

He fell into fits, and was carried to his bed, whence he never rose.

Meanwhile the throng without was constantly becoming more numerous and more savage.
Jeffreys begged to be sent to prison.

An order to that effect was procured from the Lords who were sitting at Whitehall; and he was conveyed in a carriage to the Tower.

Two regiments of militia were drawn out to escort him, and found the duty a difficult one.