JOHN ENDICOTT, MERRY, UPSALL, and others.

A drum beats.
JOHN ENDICOTT.
Oh shame, shame, shame! MERRY.
Yes, it would be a shame But for the damnable sin of Heresy! JOHN ENDICOTT.
A woman scourged and dragged about our streets! MERRY.
Well, Roxbury and Dorchester must take Their share of shame.

She will be whipped in each! Three towns, and Forty Stripes save one; that makes Thirteen in each.
JOHN ENDICOTT.
And are we Jews or Christians?
See where she comes, amid a gaping crowd! And she a child.

Oh, pitiful! pitiful! There's blood upon her clothes, her hands, her feet! Enter MARSHAL and a drummer.

EDITH, stripped to the waist, followed by the hangman with a scourge, and a noisy crowd.
EDITH.
Here let me rest one moment.