Little hanging hath been done since ere my return of present. Hearken, peasants, to my heed: This baleful witch hath done great ills to our community and must torch for such treachery! Muster we shalt to mar his face and kindle the stockings upon his feet. With great nicety we must overseer his demise upon a tor as the flames whelm his body. Unsated shall I remain until the urchin is ash!