Enter JOHN ENDICOTT, the MARSHAL, MERRY, and a crowd.  Seeing the Quakers silent and unmoved, they pause, awe-struck.  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.  But when a deed is done
It cannot be undone, nor can our thoughts
Reach out to all the mischiefs that may follow. 
’T is time for morning prayers.  I will go down. 
My father, though severe, is kind and just;
And when his heart is tender with devotion,—­
When from his lips have fallen the words, “Forgive us
As we forgive,”—­then will I intercede
For these poor people, and perhaps may save them.
                                     [Exit.

SCENE II. —­ Dock Square.  On one side, the tavern of the Three Mariners.  In the background, a quaint building with gables; and, beyond it, wharves and shipping.  CAPTAIN KEMPTHORN and others seated at a table before the door.  SAMUEL COLE standing near them.