'T is my doom, Yes, my death-warrant, but must be obeyed! Take it, and see that it is executed So far as this, that all be set at large; But see that none of them be sent to England To bear false witness, and to spread reports That might be prejudicial to ourselves.
[Exit BELLINGHAM.
There's a dull pain keeps knocking at my heart, Dolefully saying, "Set thy house in order, For thou shalt surely die, and shalt not live! For me the shadow on the dial-plate Goeth not back, but on into the dark! [Exit.
SCENE IV.

-- The street.

A crowd, reading a placard on the door of the Meeting-house.

NICHOLAS UPSALL among them.

Enter John Norton.
NORTON.
What is this gathering here?
UPSALL.
One William Brand, An old man like ourselves, and weak in body, Has been so cruelly tortured in his prison, The people are excited, and they threaten To tear the prison down.
NORTON.
What has been done?
UPSALL.
He has been put in irons, with his neck And heels tied close together, and so left From five in the morning until nine at night.
NORTON.
What more was done?
UPSALL.
He has been kept five days In prison without food, and cruelly beaten, So that his limbs were cold, his senses stopped.
NORTON.
What more?
UPSALL.
And is this not enough?
NORTON.
Now hear me.
This William Brand of yours has tried to beat Our Gospel Ordinances black and blue; And, if he has been beaten in like manner, It is but justice, and I will appear In his behalf that did so.