Has he forgotten The many mansions in our father's house?
JOHN ENDICOTT.
There is no pity in his iron heart! The hands that now bear stamped upon their palms The burning sign of Heresy, hereafter Shall be uplifted against such accusers, And then the imprinted letter and its meaning Will not be Heresy, but Holiness! EDITH.
Remember, thou condemnest thine own father! JOHN ENDICOTT.
I have no father! He has cast me off.
I am as homeless as the wind that moans And wanders through the streets.

Oh, come with me! Do not delay.

Thy God shall be my God, And where thou goest I will go.
EDITH.
I cannot.
Yet will I not deny it, nor conceal it; From the first moment I beheld thy face I felt a tenderness in my soul towards thee.
My mind has since been inward to the Lord, Waiting his word.

It has not yet been spoken.
JOHN ENDICOTT.
I cannot wait.

Trust me.