One day on the road on the English countryside,

a clergyman happened to meet Plague.

'Where are you bound?' asked Clergyman.

'To, London,' responded Plague, 'to kill a thousand.'

They chatted a few moments longer, then parted.

Some months later they chanced to meet again, and the Clergyman inquired,

'As I recall, you were going to kill a thousand.

How is it that two thousand died?'

'Ah, yes,' replied Plague.

'I killed but a thousand. Fear killed the rest.'