Christus: a Mystery - Act 2
Scene I. — J OHN E NDICOTT'S room Early morning
JOHN ENDICOTT .
" Why dost thou persecute me, Saul of Tarsus? "
All night these words were ringing in mine ears!
A sorrowful sweet face; a look that pierced me
With meek reproach; a voice of resignation
That had a life of suffering in its tone;
And that was all! And yet I could not sleep,
Or, when I slept, I dreamed that awful dream!
I stood beneath the elm-tree on the Common
On which the Quakers have been hanged, and heard
A voice, not hers, that cried amid the darkness,
" This is Aceldama, the field of blood!
I will have mercy, and not sacrifice! "
Opens the window, and looks out.
The sun is up already; and my heart
Sickens and sinks within me when I think
How may tragedies will be enacted
Before his setting As the earth rolls round,
It seems to me a huge Ixion's wheel,
Upon whose whirling spokes we are bound fast,
And must go with it! Ah, how bright the sun
Strikes on the sea and on the masts of vessels,
That are uplifted in the morning air,
Like crosses of some peaceable crusade!
It makes me long to sail for lands unknown,
No matter whither! Under me, in shadow,
Gloomy and narrow lies the little town,
Still sleeping, but to wake and toil awhile,
Then sleep again How dismal looks the prison,
How grim and sombre in the sunless street, —
The prison where she sleeps, or wakes and waits
For what I dare not think of, — death, perhaps!
A word that has been said may be unsaid:
It is but air But when a deed is done
It cannot be undone, nor can our thoughts
Reach out to all the mischiefs that may follow.
'T is time for morning prayers. I will go down.
My father, though severe, is kind and just;
And when his heart is tender with devotion, —
When from his lips have fallen the words, " Forgive us
As we forgive, " — then will I intercede
For these poor people, and perhaps may save them.
Scene II. — Dock Square. On one side, the tavern of the Three Mariners. In the background, a quaint building with gables; and, beyond it, wharves and shipping . C APTAIN K EMPTHORN and others seated at a table before the door . S AMUEL C OLE standing near them .
KEMPTHORN .
Come, drink about! Remember Parson Melham,
And bless the man who first invented flip!
They drink.
COLE .
Pray, Master Kempthorn, where were you last night?
KEMPTHORN .
On board the Swallow, Simon Kempthorn, master,
Up for Barbadoes, and the Windward Islands.
COLE .
The town was in a tumult.
KEMPTHORN .
And for what?
COLE
Your Quakers were arrested
KEMPTHORN .
How my Quakers?
COLE
Those you brought in your vessel from Barbadoes.
They made an uproar in the Meeting-house
Yesterday, and they're now in prison for it.
I owe you little thanks for bringing them
To the Three Mariners.
KEMPTHORN .
They have not harmed you
I tell you, Goodman Cole, that Quaker girl
Is precious as a sea-bream's eye. I tell you
It was a lucky day when first she set
Her little foot upon the Swallow's deck,
Bringing good luck, fair winds, and pleasant weather.
COLE .
I am a law-abiding citizen;
I have a seat in the new Meeting-house,
A cow-right on the Common; and, besides,
Am corporal in the Great Artillery.
I rid me of the vagabonds at once.
KEMPTHORN .
Why should you not have Quakers at your tavern
If you have fiddlers?
COLE .
Never! never! never!
If you want fiddling you must go elsewhere,
To the Green Dragon and the Admiral Vernon,
And other such disreputable places.
But the Three Mariners is an orderly house,
Most orderly, quiet, and respectable.
Lord Leigh said he could be as quiet here
As at the Governor's. And have not
King Charles's Twelve Good Rules all framed and glazed,
Hanging in my best parlor?
KEMPTHORN
Here's a health
To good King Charles. Will you not drink the King?
Then drink confusion to old Parson Palmer.
COLE .
And who is Parson Palmer? I don't know him
KEMPTHORN .
He had his cellar underneath his pulpit,
And so preached o'er his liquor, just as you do.
A drum within.
COLE .
Here comes the Marshal
MERRY .
Make room for the Marshal.
KEMPTHORN
How pompous and imposing he appears!
His great buff doublet bellying like a mainsail,
And all his streamers fluttering in the wind
What holds he in his hand?
COLE .
A proclamation.
Enter the M ARSHAL , with a proclamation; and M ERRY , with a halberd. They are preceded by a drummer, and followed by the hangman, with an armful of books, and a crowd of people, among whom are U PSALL and J OHN E NDICOTT . A pile is made of the books .
MERRY .
Silence the drum! Good citizens, attend
To the new laws enacted by the Court.
MARSHAL
" Whereas a cursed sect of Heretics
Has lately risen, commonly called Quakers,
Who take upon themselves to be commissioned
Immediately of God, and furthermore
Infallibly assisted by the Spirit
To write and utter blasphemous opinions,
Despising Government and the order of God
In Church and Commonwealth, and speaking evil
Of Dignities, reproaching and reviling
The Magistrates and Ministers, and seeking
To turn the people from their faith, and thus
Gain proselytes to their pernicious ways; —
This Court, considering the premises,
And to prevent like mischief as is wrought
By their means in our land, doth hereby order,
That whatsoever master or commander
Of any ship, bark, pink, or catch shall bring
To any roadstead, harbor, creek, or cove
Within this Jurisdiction any Quakers,
Or other blasphemous Heretics, shall pay
Unto the Treasurer of the Commonwealth
One hundred pounds, and for default thereof
Be put in prison, and continue there
Till the said sum be satisfied and paid "
COLE .
Now, Simon Kempthorn, what say you to that?
KEMPTHORN .
I pray you, Cole, lend me a hundred pounds!
MARSHAL .
" If any one within this Jurisdiction
Shall henceforth entertain, or shall conceal
Quakers, or other blasphemous Heretics,
Knowing them so to be, every such person
Shall forfeit to the country forty shillings
For each hour's entertainment or concealment,
And shall be sent to prison, as aforesaid,
Until the forfeiture be wholly paid. "
Murmurs in the crowd.
KEMPTHORN .
Now, Goodman Cole, I think your turn has come!
COLE .
Knowing them so to be!
KEMPTHORN .
At forty shillings
The hour, your fine will be some forty pounds!
COLE .
Knowing them so to be! That is the law
MARSHAL .
" And it is further ordered and enacted,
If any Quaker or Quaker shall presume
To come henceforth into this Jurisdiction,
Every male Quaker for the first offence
Shall have one ear cut off; and shall be kept
At labor in the Workhouse, till such time
As he be sent away at his own charge.
And for the repetition of the offence
Shall have his other ear cut off, and then
Be branded in the palm of his right hand
And every woman Quaker shall be whipt
Severely in three towns; and every Quaker,
Or he or she, that shall for a third time
Herein again offend, shall have their tongues
Bored through with a hot iron, and shall be
Sentenced to Banishment on pain of Death "
Loud murmurs. The voice of C HRISTISON in the crowd .
O patience of the Lord! How long, how long,
Ere thou avenge the blood of Thine Elect?
MERRY .
Silence, there, silence! Do not break the peace!
MARSHAL .
" Every inhabitant of this Jurisdiction
Who shall defend the horrible opinions
Of Quakers, by denying due respect
To equals and superiors, and withdrawing
From Church Assemblies, and thereby approving
The abusive and destructive practices
Of this accursed sect, in opposition
To all the orthodox received opinions
Of godly men, shall be forthwith committed
Unto close prison for one month; and then
Refusing to retract and to reform
The opinions as aforesaid, he shall be
Sentenced to Banishment on pain of Death.
By the Court. Edward Rawson Secretary. "
Now, hangman, do your duty. Burn those books
Loud murmurs in the crowd. The pile of books is lighted
UPSALL
I testify against these cruel laws!
Forerunners are they of some judgment on us;
And, in the love and tenderness I bear
Unto this town and people, I beseech you,
O Magistrates, take heed, lest ye be found
As fighters against God!
JOHN ENDICOTT
Upsall, I thank you
For speaking words such as some younger man,
I, or another, should have said before you.
Such laws as these are cruel and oppressive;
A blot on this fair town, and a disgrace
To any Christian people
MERRY .
Here's sedition!
I never thought that any good would come
Of this young popinjay, with his long hair
And his great boots, fit only for the Russians
Or barbarous Indians, as his father says!
THE VOICE
Woe to the bloody town! And rightfully
Men call it the Lost Town! The blood of Abel
Cries from the ground, and at the final judgment
The Lord will say, " Cain, Cain! where is thy brother? "
MERRY
Silence there in the crowd!
UPSALL
'T is Christison!
THE VOICE
O foolish people, ye that think to burn
And to consume the truth of God, I tell you
That every flame is a loud tongue of fire
To publish it abroad to all the world
Louder than tongues of men!
KEMPTHORN
Well said, my hearty!
There's a brave fellow! There's a man of pluck!
A man who's not afraid to say his say
Though a whole town's against him. Rain, rain, rain,
Bones of St. Botolph, and put out this fire!
The drum beats. Exeunt all but M ERRY , K EMPTHORN , and C OLE .
MERRY .
And now that matter's ended, Good-man Cole,
Fetch me a mug of ale, your strongest ale.
KEMPTHORN
And me another mug of flip; and put
Two gills of brandy in it.
MERRY .
No; no more.
Not a drop more, I say. You've had enough
KEMPTHORN
And who are you, sir?
MERRY .
I'm a Tithing-man,
And Merry is my name.
KEMPTHORN .
A merry name!
I like it; and I'll drink your merry health
Till all is blue
MERRY .
And then you will be clapped
Into the stocks, with the red letter D
Hung round about your neck for drunkenness.
You're a free-drinker, — yes, and a free-thinker!
KEMPTHORN .
And you are Andrew Merry, or Merry Andrew.
MERRY .
My name is Walter Merry, and not Andrew.
KEMPTHORN .
Andrew or Walter, you're a merry fellow;
I'll swear to that.
MERRY .
No swearing, let me tell you.
The other day one Shorthose had his tongue
Put into a cleft stick for profane swearing.
C OLE brings the ale
KEMPTHORN .
Well, where's my flip? As sure as, my name's Kempthorn —
MERRY .
Is your name Kempthorn?
KEMPTHORN .
That's the name I go by.
MERRY .
What, Captain Simon Kempthorn of the Swallow?
KEMPTHORN
No other.
MERRY
Then you're wanted. I arrest you
In the King's name.
KEMPTHORN
And where's your warrant?
MERRY .
Here,
Listen to me. " Hereby you are required,
In the King's name, to apprehend the body
Of Simon Kempthorn, mariner, and him
Safely to bring before me, there to answer
All such objections as are laid to him,
Touching the Quakers Signed, John Endicott. "
KEMPTHORN
Has it the Governor's seal?
MERRY .
Ay, here it is.
KEMPTHORN
Death's head and cross-bones. That's a pirate's flag!
MERRY .
Beware how you revile the Magistrates;
You may be whipped for that.
KEMPTHORN
Then mum's the word
COLE .
There's mischief brewing! Sure, there's mischief brewing!
I feel like Master Josselyn when he found
The hornet's nest, and thought it some strange fruit,
Until the seeds came out, and then he dropped it.
Scene III. — A room in the Governor's house. Enter G OVERNOR E NDICOTT and M ERRY .
ENDICOTT .
My son, you say?
MERRY .
Your Worship's eldest son
ENDICOTT
Speaking against the laws?
MERRY .
Ay, worshipful sir.
ENDICOTT .
And in the public market-place?
MERRY .
I saw him
With my own eyes, heard him with my own ears.
ENDICOTT .
Impossible!
MERRY .
He stood there in the crowd
With Nicholas Upsall, when the laws were read
To-day against the Quakers, and I heard him
Denounce and vilipend them as unjust,
And cruel, wicked, and abominable.
ENDICOTT .
Ungrateful son! O God! thou layest upon me
A burden heavier than I can bear!
Surely the power of Satan must be great
Upon the earth, if even the elect
Are thus deceived and fall away from grace!
MERRY .
Worshipful sir! I meant no harm —
ENDICOTT
'T is well,
You've done your duty, though you've done it roughly,
And every word you've uttered since you came
Has stabbed me to the heart!
MERRY
I do beseech
Your Worship's pardon!
ENDICOTT .
He whom I have nurtured
And brought up in the reverence of the Lord!
The child of all my hopes and my affections!
He upon whom I leaned as a sure staff
For my old age! It is God's chastisement
For leaning upon any arm but His!
MERRY
Your Worship! —
ENDICOTT .
And this comes from holding parley
With the delusions and deceits of Satan.
At once, forever, must they be crushed out,
Or all the land will reek with heresy!
Pray, have you any children?
MERRY .
No, not any.
ENDICOTT .
Thank God for that. He has delivered you
From a great care. Enough; my private griefs
Too long have kept me from the public service
Exit M ERRY . E NDICOTT seats himself at the table and arranges his papers
The hour has come; and I am eager now
To sit in judgment on these Heretics
A knock .
Come in. Who is it? ( Not looking up )
JOHN ENDICOTT .
It is I
ENDICOTT .
Sit down
JOHN ENDICOTT .
I come to intercede for these poor people
Who are in prison, and await their trial
ENDICOTT
It is of them I wish to speak with you,
I have been angry with you, but 't is passed
For when I hear your footsteps come or go,
See in your features your dead mother's face,
And in your voice detect some tone of hers,
All anger vanishes, and I remember
The days that are no more, and come no more,
When as a child you sat upon my knee,
And prattled of your playthings, and the games
You played among the pear trees in the orchard!
JOHN ENDICOTT
Oh, let the memory of my noble mother
Plead with you to be mild and merciful!
For mercy more becomes a Magistrate
Than the vindictive wrath which men call justice!
ENDICOTT
The sin of heresy is a deadly sin.
'T is like the falling of the snow, whose crystals
The traveller plays with, thoughtless of his danger,
Until he sees the air so full of light
That it is dark; and blindly staggering onward,
Lost and bewildered, he sits down to rest;
There falls a pleasant drowsiness upon him,
And what he thinks is sleep, alas! is death.
JOHN ENDICOTT
And yet who is there that has never doubted?
And doubting and believing, has not said,
" Lord, I believe; help thou my unbelief " ?
ENDICOTT .
In the same way we trifle with our doubts,
Whose shining shapes are like the stars descending;
Until at last, bewildered and dismayed,
Blinded by that which seemed to give us light,
We sink to sleep, and find that it is death,
Rising.
Death to the soul through all eternity!
Alas that I should see you growing up
To man's estate, and in the admonition
And nurture of the Law, to find you now
Pleading for Heretics!
JOHN ENDICOTT .
In the sight of God,
Perhaps all men are Heretics. Who dares
To say that he alone has found the truth?
We cannot always feel and think and act
As those who go before us. Had you done so,
You would not now be here
ENDICOTT
Have you forgotten
The doom of Heretics, and the fate of those
Who aid and comfort them? Have you forgotten
That in the market-place this very day
You trampled on the laws? What right have you,
An inexperienced and untravelled youth,
To sit in judgment here upon the acts
Of older men and wiser than yourself,
Thus stirring up sedition in the streets,
And making me a byword and a jest?
JOHN ENDICOTT .
Words of an inexperienced youth like me
Were powerless if the acts of older men
Went not before them. 'T is these laws themselves
Stir up sedition, not my judgment of them
ENDICOTT .
Take heed, lest I be called, as Brutus was,
To be the judge of my own son! Begone!
When you are tired of feeding upon husks,
Return again to duty and submission,
But not till then.
JOHN ENDICOTT .
I hear and I obey!
ENDICOTT
Oh happy, happy they who have no children!
He's gone! I hear the hall door shut behind him.
It sends a dismal echo through my heart,
As if forever it had closed between us,
And I should look upon his face no more!
Oh, this will drag me down into my grave, —
To that eternal resting-place wherein
Man lieth down, and riseth not again!
Till the heavens be no more he shall not wake,
Nor be roused from his sleep; for Thou dost change
His countenance, and sendest him away!
JOHN ENDICOTT .
" Why dost thou persecute me, Saul of Tarsus? "
All night these words were ringing in mine ears!
A sorrowful sweet face; a look that pierced me
With meek reproach; a voice of resignation
That had a life of suffering in its tone;
And that was all! And yet I could not sleep,
Or, when I slept, I dreamed that awful dream!
I stood beneath the elm-tree on the Common
On which the Quakers have been hanged, and heard
A voice, not hers, that cried amid the darkness,
" This is Aceldama, the field of blood!
I will have mercy, and not sacrifice! "
Opens the window, and looks out.
The sun is up already; and my heart
Sickens and sinks within me when I think
How may tragedies will be enacted
Before his setting As the earth rolls round,
It seems to me a huge Ixion's wheel,
Upon whose whirling spokes we are bound fast,
And must go with it! Ah, how bright the sun
Strikes on the sea and on the masts of vessels,
That are uplifted in the morning air,
Like crosses of some peaceable crusade!
It makes me long to sail for lands unknown,
No matter whither! Under me, in shadow,
Gloomy and narrow lies the little town,
Still sleeping, but to wake and toil awhile,
Then sleep again How dismal looks the prison,
How grim and sombre in the sunless street, —
The prison where she sleeps, or wakes and waits
For what I dare not think of, — death, perhaps!
A word that has been said may be unsaid:
It is but air But when a deed is done
It cannot be undone, nor can our thoughts
Reach out to all the mischiefs that may follow.
'T is time for morning prayers. I will go down.
My father, though severe, is kind and just;
And when his heart is tender with devotion, —
When from his lips have fallen the words, " Forgive us
As we forgive, " — then will I intercede
For these poor people, and perhaps may save them.
Scene II. — Dock Square. On one side, the tavern of the Three Mariners. In the background, a quaint building with gables; and, beyond it, wharves and shipping . C APTAIN K EMPTHORN and others seated at a table before the door . S AMUEL C OLE standing near them .
KEMPTHORN .
Come, drink about! Remember Parson Melham,
And bless the man who first invented flip!
They drink.
COLE .
Pray, Master Kempthorn, where were you last night?
KEMPTHORN .
On board the Swallow, Simon Kempthorn, master,
Up for Barbadoes, and the Windward Islands.
COLE .
The town was in a tumult.
KEMPTHORN .
And for what?
COLE
Your Quakers were arrested
KEMPTHORN .
How my Quakers?
COLE
Those you brought in your vessel from Barbadoes.
They made an uproar in the Meeting-house
Yesterday, and they're now in prison for it.
I owe you little thanks for bringing them
To the Three Mariners.
KEMPTHORN .
They have not harmed you
I tell you, Goodman Cole, that Quaker girl
Is precious as a sea-bream's eye. I tell you
It was a lucky day when first she set
Her little foot upon the Swallow's deck,
Bringing good luck, fair winds, and pleasant weather.
COLE .
I am a law-abiding citizen;
I have a seat in the new Meeting-house,
A cow-right on the Common; and, besides,
Am corporal in the Great Artillery.
I rid me of the vagabonds at once.
KEMPTHORN .
Why should you not have Quakers at your tavern
If you have fiddlers?
COLE .
Never! never! never!
If you want fiddling you must go elsewhere,
To the Green Dragon and the Admiral Vernon,
And other such disreputable places.
But the Three Mariners is an orderly house,
Most orderly, quiet, and respectable.
Lord Leigh said he could be as quiet here
As at the Governor's. And have not
King Charles's Twelve Good Rules all framed and glazed,
Hanging in my best parlor?
KEMPTHORN
Here's a health
To good King Charles. Will you not drink the King?
Then drink confusion to old Parson Palmer.
COLE .
And who is Parson Palmer? I don't know him
KEMPTHORN .
He had his cellar underneath his pulpit,
And so preached o'er his liquor, just as you do.
A drum within.
COLE .
Here comes the Marshal
MERRY .
Make room for the Marshal.
KEMPTHORN
How pompous and imposing he appears!
His great buff doublet bellying like a mainsail,
And all his streamers fluttering in the wind
What holds he in his hand?
COLE .
A proclamation.
Enter the M ARSHAL , with a proclamation; and M ERRY , with a halberd. They are preceded by a drummer, and followed by the hangman, with an armful of books, and a crowd of people, among whom are U PSALL and J OHN E NDICOTT . A pile is made of the books .
MERRY .
Silence the drum! Good citizens, attend
To the new laws enacted by the Court.
MARSHAL
" Whereas a cursed sect of Heretics
Has lately risen, commonly called Quakers,
Who take upon themselves to be commissioned
Immediately of God, and furthermore
Infallibly assisted by the Spirit
To write and utter blasphemous opinions,
Despising Government and the order of God
In Church and Commonwealth, and speaking evil
Of Dignities, reproaching and reviling
The Magistrates and Ministers, and seeking
To turn the people from their faith, and thus
Gain proselytes to their pernicious ways; —
This Court, considering the premises,
And to prevent like mischief as is wrought
By their means in our land, doth hereby order,
That whatsoever master or commander
Of any ship, bark, pink, or catch shall bring
To any roadstead, harbor, creek, or cove
Within this Jurisdiction any Quakers,
Or other blasphemous Heretics, shall pay
Unto the Treasurer of the Commonwealth
One hundred pounds, and for default thereof
Be put in prison, and continue there
Till the said sum be satisfied and paid "
COLE .
Now, Simon Kempthorn, what say you to that?
KEMPTHORN .
I pray you, Cole, lend me a hundred pounds!
MARSHAL .
" If any one within this Jurisdiction
Shall henceforth entertain, or shall conceal
Quakers, or other blasphemous Heretics,
Knowing them so to be, every such person
Shall forfeit to the country forty shillings
For each hour's entertainment or concealment,
And shall be sent to prison, as aforesaid,
Until the forfeiture be wholly paid. "
Murmurs in the crowd.
KEMPTHORN .
Now, Goodman Cole, I think your turn has come!
COLE .
Knowing them so to be!
KEMPTHORN .
At forty shillings
The hour, your fine will be some forty pounds!
COLE .
Knowing them so to be! That is the law
MARSHAL .
" And it is further ordered and enacted,
If any Quaker or Quaker shall presume
To come henceforth into this Jurisdiction,
Every male Quaker for the first offence
Shall have one ear cut off; and shall be kept
At labor in the Workhouse, till such time
As he be sent away at his own charge.
And for the repetition of the offence
Shall have his other ear cut off, and then
Be branded in the palm of his right hand
And every woman Quaker shall be whipt
Severely in three towns; and every Quaker,
Or he or she, that shall for a third time
Herein again offend, shall have their tongues
Bored through with a hot iron, and shall be
Sentenced to Banishment on pain of Death "
Loud murmurs. The voice of C HRISTISON in the crowd .
O patience of the Lord! How long, how long,
Ere thou avenge the blood of Thine Elect?
MERRY .
Silence, there, silence! Do not break the peace!
MARSHAL .
" Every inhabitant of this Jurisdiction
Who shall defend the horrible opinions
Of Quakers, by denying due respect
To equals and superiors, and withdrawing
From Church Assemblies, and thereby approving
The abusive and destructive practices
Of this accursed sect, in opposition
To all the orthodox received opinions
Of godly men, shall be forthwith committed
Unto close prison for one month; and then
Refusing to retract and to reform
The opinions as aforesaid, he shall be
Sentenced to Banishment on pain of Death.
By the Court. Edward Rawson Secretary. "
Now, hangman, do your duty. Burn those books
Loud murmurs in the crowd. The pile of books is lighted
UPSALL
I testify against these cruel laws!
Forerunners are they of some judgment on us;
And, in the love and tenderness I bear
Unto this town and people, I beseech you,
O Magistrates, take heed, lest ye be found
As fighters against God!
JOHN ENDICOTT
Upsall, I thank you
For speaking words such as some younger man,
I, or another, should have said before you.
Such laws as these are cruel and oppressive;
A blot on this fair town, and a disgrace
To any Christian people
MERRY .
Here's sedition!
I never thought that any good would come
Of this young popinjay, with his long hair
And his great boots, fit only for the Russians
Or barbarous Indians, as his father says!
THE VOICE
Woe to the bloody town! And rightfully
Men call it the Lost Town! The blood of Abel
Cries from the ground, and at the final judgment
The Lord will say, " Cain, Cain! where is thy brother? "
MERRY
Silence there in the crowd!
UPSALL
'T is Christison!
THE VOICE
O foolish people, ye that think to burn
And to consume the truth of God, I tell you
That every flame is a loud tongue of fire
To publish it abroad to all the world
Louder than tongues of men!
KEMPTHORN
Well said, my hearty!
There's a brave fellow! There's a man of pluck!
A man who's not afraid to say his say
Though a whole town's against him. Rain, rain, rain,
Bones of St. Botolph, and put out this fire!
The drum beats. Exeunt all but M ERRY , K EMPTHORN , and C OLE .
MERRY .
And now that matter's ended, Good-man Cole,
Fetch me a mug of ale, your strongest ale.
KEMPTHORN
And me another mug of flip; and put
Two gills of brandy in it.
MERRY .
No; no more.
Not a drop more, I say. You've had enough
KEMPTHORN
And who are you, sir?
MERRY .
I'm a Tithing-man,
And Merry is my name.
KEMPTHORN .
A merry name!
I like it; and I'll drink your merry health
Till all is blue
MERRY .
And then you will be clapped
Into the stocks, with the red letter D
Hung round about your neck for drunkenness.
You're a free-drinker, — yes, and a free-thinker!
KEMPTHORN .
And you are Andrew Merry, or Merry Andrew.
MERRY .
My name is Walter Merry, and not Andrew.
KEMPTHORN .
Andrew or Walter, you're a merry fellow;
I'll swear to that.
MERRY .
No swearing, let me tell you.
The other day one Shorthose had his tongue
Put into a cleft stick for profane swearing.
C OLE brings the ale
KEMPTHORN .
Well, where's my flip? As sure as, my name's Kempthorn —
MERRY .
Is your name Kempthorn?
KEMPTHORN .
That's the name I go by.
MERRY .
What, Captain Simon Kempthorn of the Swallow?
KEMPTHORN
No other.
MERRY
Then you're wanted. I arrest you
In the King's name.
KEMPTHORN
And where's your warrant?
MERRY .
Here,
Listen to me. " Hereby you are required,
In the King's name, to apprehend the body
Of Simon Kempthorn, mariner, and him
Safely to bring before me, there to answer
All such objections as are laid to him,
Touching the Quakers Signed, John Endicott. "
KEMPTHORN
Has it the Governor's seal?
MERRY .
Ay, here it is.
KEMPTHORN
Death's head and cross-bones. That's a pirate's flag!
MERRY .
Beware how you revile the Magistrates;
You may be whipped for that.
KEMPTHORN
Then mum's the word
COLE .
There's mischief brewing! Sure, there's mischief brewing!
I feel like Master Josselyn when he found
The hornet's nest, and thought it some strange fruit,
Until the seeds came out, and then he dropped it.
Scene III. — A room in the Governor's house. Enter G OVERNOR E NDICOTT and M ERRY .
ENDICOTT .
My son, you say?
MERRY .
Your Worship's eldest son
ENDICOTT
Speaking against the laws?
MERRY .
Ay, worshipful sir.
ENDICOTT .
And in the public market-place?
MERRY .
I saw him
With my own eyes, heard him with my own ears.
ENDICOTT .
Impossible!
MERRY .
He stood there in the crowd
With Nicholas Upsall, when the laws were read
To-day against the Quakers, and I heard him
Denounce and vilipend them as unjust,
And cruel, wicked, and abominable.
ENDICOTT .
Ungrateful son! O God! thou layest upon me
A burden heavier than I can bear!
Surely the power of Satan must be great
Upon the earth, if even the elect
Are thus deceived and fall away from grace!
MERRY .
Worshipful sir! I meant no harm —
ENDICOTT
'T is well,
You've done your duty, though you've done it roughly,
And every word you've uttered since you came
Has stabbed me to the heart!
MERRY
I do beseech
Your Worship's pardon!
ENDICOTT .
He whom I have nurtured
And brought up in the reverence of the Lord!
The child of all my hopes and my affections!
He upon whom I leaned as a sure staff
For my old age! It is God's chastisement
For leaning upon any arm but His!
MERRY
Your Worship! —
ENDICOTT .
And this comes from holding parley
With the delusions and deceits of Satan.
At once, forever, must they be crushed out,
Or all the land will reek with heresy!
Pray, have you any children?
MERRY .
No, not any.
ENDICOTT .
Thank God for that. He has delivered you
From a great care. Enough; my private griefs
Too long have kept me from the public service
Exit M ERRY . E NDICOTT seats himself at the table and arranges his papers
The hour has come; and I am eager now
To sit in judgment on these Heretics
A knock .
Come in. Who is it? ( Not looking up )
JOHN ENDICOTT .
It is I
ENDICOTT .
Sit down
JOHN ENDICOTT .
I come to intercede for these poor people
Who are in prison, and await their trial
ENDICOTT
It is of them I wish to speak with you,
I have been angry with you, but 't is passed
For when I hear your footsteps come or go,
See in your features your dead mother's face,
And in your voice detect some tone of hers,
All anger vanishes, and I remember
The days that are no more, and come no more,
When as a child you sat upon my knee,
And prattled of your playthings, and the games
You played among the pear trees in the orchard!
JOHN ENDICOTT
Oh, let the memory of my noble mother
Plead with you to be mild and merciful!
For mercy more becomes a Magistrate
Than the vindictive wrath which men call justice!
ENDICOTT
The sin of heresy is a deadly sin.
'T is like the falling of the snow, whose crystals
The traveller plays with, thoughtless of his danger,
Until he sees the air so full of light
That it is dark; and blindly staggering onward,
Lost and bewildered, he sits down to rest;
There falls a pleasant drowsiness upon him,
And what he thinks is sleep, alas! is death.
JOHN ENDICOTT
And yet who is there that has never doubted?
And doubting and believing, has not said,
" Lord, I believe; help thou my unbelief " ?
ENDICOTT .
In the same way we trifle with our doubts,
Whose shining shapes are like the stars descending;
Until at last, bewildered and dismayed,
Blinded by that which seemed to give us light,
We sink to sleep, and find that it is death,
Rising.
Death to the soul through all eternity!
Alas that I should see you growing up
To man's estate, and in the admonition
And nurture of the Law, to find you now
Pleading for Heretics!
JOHN ENDICOTT .
In the sight of God,
Perhaps all men are Heretics. Who dares
To say that he alone has found the truth?
We cannot always feel and think and act
As those who go before us. Had you done so,
You would not now be here
ENDICOTT
Have you forgotten
The doom of Heretics, and the fate of those
Who aid and comfort them? Have you forgotten
That in the market-place this very day
You trampled on the laws? What right have you,
An inexperienced and untravelled youth,
To sit in judgment here upon the acts
Of older men and wiser than yourself,
Thus stirring up sedition in the streets,
And making me a byword and a jest?
JOHN ENDICOTT .
Words of an inexperienced youth like me
Were powerless if the acts of older men
Went not before them. 'T is these laws themselves
Stir up sedition, not my judgment of them
ENDICOTT .
Take heed, lest I be called, as Brutus was,
To be the judge of my own son! Begone!
When you are tired of feeding upon husks,
Return again to duty and submission,
But not till then.
JOHN ENDICOTT .
I hear and I obey!
ENDICOTT
Oh happy, happy they who have no children!
He's gone! I hear the hall door shut behind him.
It sends a dismal echo through my heart,
As if forever it had closed between us,
And I should look upon his face no more!
Oh, this will drag me down into my grave, —
To that eternal resting-place wherein
Man lieth down, and riseth not again!
Till the heavens be no more he shall not wake,
Nor be roused from his sleep; for Thou dost change
His countenance, and sendest him away!
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