ENDICOTT opposite EDITH.
MARSHAL.
In the King's name do I arrest you all! Away with them to prison.

Master Upsall, You are again discovered harboring here These ranters and disturbers of the peace.
You know the law.
UPSALL.
I know it, and am ready To suffer yet again its penalties.
EDITH (to ENDICOTT).
Why dost thou persecute me, Saul of Tarsus?
ACT II.
SCENE I.-- JOHN ENDICOTT's room.

Early morning.
JOHN ENDICOTT.
"Why dost thou persecute me, Saul of Tarsus ?" All night these words were ringing in mine ears! A sorrowful sweet face; a look that pierced me With meek reproach; a voice of resignation That had a life of suffering in its tone; And that was all! And yet I could not sleep, Or, when I slept, I dreamed that awful dream! I stood beneath the elm-tree on the Common, On which the Quakers have been hanged, and heard A voice, not hers, that cried amid the darkness, "This is Aceldama, the field of blood! I will have mercy, and not sacrifice!" Opens the window and looks out.
The sun is up already; and my heart Sickens and sinks within me when I think How many tragedies will be enacted Before his setting.

As the earth rolls round, It seems to me a huge Ixion's wheel, Upon whose whirling spokes we are bound fast, And must go with it! Ah, how bright the sun Strikes on the sea and on the masts of vessels, That are uplifted, in the morning air, Like crosses of some peaceable crusade! It makes me long to sail for lands unknown, No matter whither! Under me, in shadow, Gloomy and narrow, lies the little town, Still sleeping, but to wake and toil awhile, Then sleep again.

How dismal looks the prison, How grim and sombre in the sunless street,-- The prison where she sleeps, or wakes and waits For what I dare not think of,--death, perhaps! A word that has been said may be unsaid: It is but air.