You have come safe, whom I esteem to be The purposes of God to some good end. With you The holy tactics of the civil sword. Endicott. And what more can be done? Fear not. The hand that cut The Red Cross from the colours of the king Endicott. But in what way suppressed? Let us serve other gods, then shall thine eye Endicott. Four already have been slain; But they come back again to meet their doom, From shedding of more blood. The people murmur Norton. Then let them murmur! Truth is relentless; justice never wavers; The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy; The noble order of the Magistracy Cometh immediately from God, and yet This noble order of the Magistracy Is by these Heretics despised and outraged. Endicott. To-night they sleep in prison. If they die, They cannot say that we have caused their death. We do but guard the passage, with the sword Pointed towards them; if they dash upon it, Their blood will be on their own heads, not ours. Norton. Enough. I ask no more. My predecessor Coped only with the milder heresies Of Antinomians and of Anabaptists. He was not born to wrestle with these fiends. In disputation; Timothy in his house! The lantern of St. Botolph's ceased to burn When from the portals of that church he came [Exeunt SCENE II. A street. On one side, NICHOLAS UPSALL's house; on the other, ROBERT MERRY'S, with a flock of pigeons on the roof. UPSALL seated in the porch of his house. Upsall. O day of rest! How beautiful, how fair, How welcome to the weary and the old ! Day of the Lord! and truce to earthly cares! Shut out the blessed sunshine and the light, Robert Merry (entering and looking round him). In noisy congregation on my roof, Billing and cooing. Whir! take that, ye Quakers. (Throws a stone at the pigeons. Sees UPSALL.) Ah! Master Nicholas ! Upsall. Dear neighbour Robert. Merry. Good afternoon, Master Nicholas, You have to day withdrawn yourself from meeting. Sitting in silence here at my own door. Merry. Worship the Devil! You this day have broken Three of our strictest laws. First, by abstaining From public worship. Secondly, by walking Profanely on the Sabbath. Upsall. Not one step. I have been sitting still here, seeing the pigeons Merry. You have been in the street with other intent And, thirdly, you are harbouring Quakers here. I am amazed! Upsall. Men sometimes, it is said, Nice angels! Entertain angels unawares. Merry. Angels in broad-brimmed hats and russet cloaks, More in the shape of devils than of angels. The women screamed and fainted; and the boys Made such an uproar in the gallery I could not keep them quiet. Upsall. Neighbour Robert, Your persecution is of no avail. Merry. 'Tis prosecution, as the governor says, Not persecution. Upsall. Well, your prosecution; The reason is, Your hangings do no good. Merry. We do not hang enough. But, mark my words, We'll scour them; yea, I warrant ye, we'll scour them! And don't be seen here in the street again Till after sundown!--There they are again! [Exit UPSALL. MERRY throws another stone at the pigeons, and then goes into his house. SCENE III. A room in UPSALL's house. Night. EDITH, WHARTON, and other Quakers seated at a table. Several books on the table. UPSALL seated near them. Wharton. William and Marmaduke, our martyred brothers, Sleep in untimely graves, if aught untimely Can find place in the providence of God, Where nothing comes too early or too late. I saw their noble death. They to the scaffold Walked hand in hand. Two hundred armed men And many horsemen guarded them, for fear Of rescue by the crowd, whose hearts were stirred. Wharton. When they tried to speak, Their voices by the roll of drums were drowned. When they were dead they still looked fresh and fair, "These many days I've been in Paradise." And, when she died, Priest Wilson threw the hangman He dared not look upon. As persecuted, Edith. Or persecution, or even death itself, 77 I am persuaded that God's armour of Light, As it is loved and lived in, will preserve you. Yea, death itself; through which you will find entrance Into the pleasant pastures of the fold, Where you shall feed for ever as the herds That roam at large in the low valleys of Achor. And as the flowing of the ocean fills Each creek and branch thereof, and then retires, (A long pause, interrupted by the sound of a drum approaching; then shouts in the street, and a loud knocking at the door.) Will no one answer? Marshal. Within there! Open the door! Open the door! Upsall (from the window). It is not barred. Nothing prevents you. The poor man's door is ever on the latch, He needs no bolt nor bar to shut out thieves; He fears no enemies, and has no friends Importunate enough to turn the key upon them! Come in. (Enter JOHN ENDICOTT, the MARSHAL, MERRY, and a crowd. Seeing the Quakers silent and unmoved, they pause, awe-struck. ENDICOTT opposite EDITH.) Marshal. In the King's name do I arrest you all! Away with them to prison. Master Upsall, Upsall. I know it, and am ready To suffer yet again its penalties. JOHN Edith (to JOHN ENDICOTT). Why dost thou persecute me, ACT. II. SCENE I. JOHN ENDICOTT's room. Early morning. John Endicott. "Why dost thou persecute me, Saul of All night these words were ringing in mine ears! A sorrowful, sweet face; a look that pierced me On which the Quakers have been hanged, and heard I will have mercy, and not sacrifice!" (Opens the window, and looks out.) |