MERRY. 
                  I’m a Tithing-man,
And Merry is my name.

KEMPTHORN. 
                  A merry name! 
I like it; and I’ll drink your merry health
Till all is blue.

MERRY. 
            And then you will be clapped
Into the stocks, with the red letter D
Hung round about your neck for drunkenness. 
You’re a free-drinker,—­yes, and a free-thinker!

KEMPTHORN. 
And you are Andrew Merry, or Merry Andrew.

MERRY. 
My name is Walter Merry, and not Andrew.

KEMPTHORN. 
Andrew or Walter, you’re a merry fellow;
I’ll swear to that.

MERRY. 
            No swearing, let me tell you. 
The other day one Shorthose had his tongue
Put into a cleft stick for profane swearing.

COLE brings the ale.

KEMPTHORN. 
Well, where’s my flip?  As sure as my name’s Kempthorn—­

MERRY. 
Is your name Kempthorn?

KEMPTHORN. 
             That’s the name I go by.

MERRY. 
What, Captain Simon Kempthorn of the Swallow?

KEMPTHORN. 
No other.

MERRY (touching him on the shoulder). 
   Then you’re wanted.  I arrest you
In the King’s name.

KEMPTHORN. 
            And where’s your warrant?

MERRY (unfolding a paper, and reading). 
                                Here. 
Listen to me.  “Hereby you are required,
In the King’s name, to apprehend the body
Of Simon Kempthorn, mariner, and him
Safely to bring before me, there to answer
All such objections as are laid to him,
Touching the Quakers.”  Signed, John Endicott.

KEMPTHORN. 
Has it the Governor’s seal?

MERRY. 
                        Ay, here it is.

KEMPTHORN. 
Death’s head and cross-bones.  That’s a pirate’s flag!

MERRY. 
Beware how you revile the Magistrates;
You may be whipped for that.

KEMPTHORN. 
               Then mum’s the word.

Exeunt MERRY and KEMPTHORN.

COLE. 
There’s mischief brewing!  Sure, there’s mischief brewing. 
I feel like Master Josselyn when he found
The hornet’s nest, and thought it some strange fruit,
Until the seeds came out, and then he dropped it.
                                 [Exit.

Scene III. —­ A room in the Governor’s house, Enter GOVERNOR
ENDICOTT and MERRY.

ENDICOTT. 
My son, you say?

MERRY. 
           Your Worship’s eldest son.

ENDICOTT. 
Speaking against the laws?

MERRY. 
                    Ay, worshipful sir.

ENDICOTT. 
And in the public market-place?

MERRY. 
                             I saw him
With my own eyes, heard him with my own ears.

ENDICOTT. 
Impossible!

MERRY. 
          He stood there in the crowd
With Nicholas Upsall, when the laws were read
To-day against the Quakers, and I heard him
Denounce and vilipend them as unjust,
And cruel, wicked, and abominable.