twelve o'clock
Ay , on Tyburn Hill , '' said the master-player , quietly . `` I 've spent my whole life for a bit of hempen cord . I 've taken my last cue . Last night , at twelve o'clock , I heard the bellman under the prison walls call my name with the names of those already condemned . The play is nearly out , Nick , and the people will be going home . It has been a wild play , Nick , and ill played . '' `` Here , if ye 've anything to say , be saying it , '' said the turnkey . ''