"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.
Exeunt MERRY and KEMPTHORN.
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.
[Exit.
Scene III.

-- A room in the Governor's house, Enter GOVERNOR ENDICOTT and MERRY.
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 MERRY, ENDICOTT 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.