The people murmur At our severity.
NORTON.
Then let them murmur! Truth is relentless; justice never wavers; The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy; The noble order of the Magistracy Cometh immediately from God, and yet This noble order of the Magistracy Is by these Heretics despised and outraged.
ENDICOTT.
To-night they sleep in prison.

If they die, They cannot say that we have caused their death.
We do but guard the passage, with the sword Pointed towards them; if they dash upon it, Their blood will be on their own heads, not ours.
NORTON.
Enough.

I ask no more.

My predecessor Coped only with the milder heresies Of Antinomians and of Anabaptists.
He was not born to wrestle with these fiends.
Chrysostom in his pulpit; Augustine In disputation; Timothy in his house! The lantern of St.Botolph's ceased to burn When from the portals of that church he came To be a burning and a shining light Here in the wilderness.

And, as he lay On his death-bed, he saw me in a vision Ride on a snow-white horse into this town.
His vision was prophetic; thus I came, A terror to the impenitent, and Death On the pale horse of the Apocalypse To all the accursed race of Heretics! [Exeunt.
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