_Of a sad Disaster that befel Poor Robin._
It happened on a time, during the late unhappy wars, that all the Essex
Trainband were assembled at Walden, to resist the king's forces, who, in
a bravado, had made their excursions as far as Huntingdon. Amongst other
military weapons of destruction, they brought a drake, which they
planted under poor Robin's chamber-window, to be shot off at nine
o'clock at night, for a warning for all people to repair home. Poor
Robin and his wife were at that time newly gone to bed; now it is to be
understood, the chamber where they lay went out half over the room
below, a rail of about four feet high being set up by the side to keep
them from falling, close by the rail was poor Robin's bed. But whilst
they were going to sleep, the drake was shot off, which poor Sarah, his
wife, hearing, with the fright gave a sudden start, and threw poor Robin
quite over the rail into the room below. Poor Robin was much bruised in
body and half dead. At length he got up, but his courage was so cooled
with the greatness of his fall that he had more need of a doctor than a
sleep.