ENDICOTT. 
      You dare not?  Yet you Quakers
Deny this book of Holy Writ, the Bible,
To be the Word of God.

EDITH (reverentially). 
                  Christ is the Word,
The everlasting oath of God.  I dare not.

ENDICOTT. 
You own yourself a Quaker,—­do you not?

EDITH. 
I own that in derision and reproach
I am so called.

ENDICOTT. 
          Then you deny the Scripture
To be the rule of life.

EDITH. 
                       Yea, I believe
The Inner Light, and not the Written Word,
To be the rule of life.

ENDICOTT. 
                       And you deny
That the Lord’s Day is holy.

EDITH. 
                            Every day
Is the Lords Day.  It runs through all our lives,
As through the pages of the Holy Bible,
“Thus saith the Lord.”

ENDICOTT. 
           You are accused of making
An horrible disturbance, and affrighting
The people in the Meeting-house on Sunday. 
What answer make you?

EDITH. 
                      I do not deny
That I was present in your Steeple-house
On the First Day; but I made no disturbance.

ENDICOTT. 
Why came you there?

EDITH. 
      Because the Lord commanded. 
His word was in my heart, a burning fire
Shut up within me and consuming me,
And I was very weary with forbearing;
I could not stay.

ENDICOTT. 
   ’T was not the Lord that sent you;
As an incarnate devil did you come!

EDITH. 
On the First Day, when, seated in my chamber,
I heard the bells toll, calling you together,
The sound struck at my life, as once at his,
The holy man, our Founder, when he heard
The far-off bells toll in the Vale of Beavor. 
It sounded like a market bell to call
The folk together, that the Priest might set
His wares to sale.  And the Lord said within me,
“Thou must go cry aloud against that Idol,
And all the worshippers thereof.”  I went
Barefooted, clad in sackcloth, and I stood
And listened at the threshold; and I heard
The praying and the singing and the preaching,
Which were but outward forms, and without power. 
Then rose a cry within me, and my heart
Was filled with admonitions and reproofs. 
Remembering how the Prophets and Apostles
Denounced the covetous hirelings and diviners,
I entered in, and spake the words the Lord
Commanded me to speak.  I could no less.

ENDICOTT. 
Are you a Prophetess?

EDITH. 
                    Is it not written,
“Upon my handmaidens will I pour out
My spirit, and they shall prophesy”?

ENDICOTT. 
                              Enough;
For out of your own mouth are you condemned! 
Need we hear further?

THE JUDGES. 
                      We are satisfied.