My name is Edward Butter.
You need not speak so loud.
KEMPTHORN (shaking hands).
Good-by! Good-by! BUTTER.
Your servant, sir.
KEMPTHORN.
And yours a thousand times! [Exeunt.
SCENE III.

-- GOVERNOR ENDICOTT'S private room.

An open window.
ENDICOTT seated in an arm-chair.

BELLINGHAM standing near.
ENDICOTT.
O lost, O loved! wilt thou return no more?
O loved and lost, and loved the more when lost! How many men are dragged into their graves By their rebellious children! I now feel The agony of a father's breaking heart In David's cry, "O Absalom, my son!" BELLINGHAM.
Can you not turn your thoughts a little while To public matters?
There are papers here That need attention.
ENDICOTT.
Trouble me no more! My business now is with another world, Ah, Richard Bellingham! I greatly fear That in my righteous zeal I have been led To doing many things which, left undone, My mind would now be easier.

Did I dream it, Or has some person told me, that John Norton Is dead?
BELLINGHAM.
You have not dreamed it.