-- A street.

On one side, NICHOLAS UPSALL's house; on the other, WALTER MERRY's, with a flock of pigeons on the roof.
UPSALL seated in the porch of his house.
UPSALL.
O day of rest! How beautiful, how fair, How welcome to the weary and the old! Day of the Lord! and truce to earthly cares! Day of the Lord, as all our days should be! Ah, why will man by his austerities Shut out the blessed sunshine and the light, And make of thee a dungeon of despair! WALTER MERRY (entering and looking round him).
All silent as a graveyard! No one stirring; No footfall in the street, no sound of voices! By righteous punishment and perseverance, And perseverance in that punishment, At last I have brought this contumacious town To strict observance of the Sabbath day.
Those wanton gospellers, the pigeons yonder, Are now the only Sabbath-breakers left.
I cannot put them down.

As if to taunt me, They gather every Sabbath afternoon In noisy congregation on my roof, Billing and cooing.

Whir! take that, ye Quakers.
Throws a stone at the pigeons.

Sees UPSALL.
Ah! Master Nicholas! UPSALL.
Good afternoon, Dear neighbor Walter.
MERRY.
Master Nicholas, You have to-day withdrawn yourself from meeting.
UPSALL.
Yea, I have chosen rather to worship God Sitting in silence here at my own door.
MERRY.
Worship the Devil! You this day have broken Three of our strictest laws.