EDITH. 
I am athirst.  Will no one give me water?

JOHN ENDICOTT (making his way through the crowd with water). 
In the Lord’s name!

EDITH (drinking.

In his name I receive it! 
Sweet as the water of Samaria’s well
This water tastes.  I thank thee.  Is it thou? 
I was afraid thou hadst deserted me.

JOHN ENDICOTT. 
Never will I desert thee, nor deny thee. 
Be comforted.

MERRY. 
              O Master Endicott,
Be careful what you say.

JOHN ENDICOTT. 
                   Peace, idle babbler!

MERRY. 
You’ll rue these words!

JOHN ENDICOTT. 
             Art thou not better now?

EDITH. 
They’ve struck me as with roses.

JOHN ENDICOTT. 
                   Ah, these wounds! 
These bloody garments!

EDITH. 
                    It is granted me
To seal my testimony with my blood.

JOHN ENDICOTT. 
O blood-red seal of man’s vindictive wrath! 
O roses in the garden of the Lord! 
I, of the household of Iscariot,
I have betrayed in thee my Lord and Master.

WENLOCK CHRISTISON appears above, at the window of the prison, stretching out his hands through the bars.

CHRISTISON. 
Be of good courage, O my child! my child! 
Blessed art thou when men shall persecute thee! 
Fear not their faces, saith the Lord, fear not,
For I am with thee to deliver thee.

A CITIZEN. 
Who is it crying from the prison yonder.

MERRY. 
It is old Wenlock Christison.

CHRISTISON. 
                             Remember
Him who was scourged, and mocked, and crucified! 
I see his messengers attending thee. 
Be steadfast, oh, be steadfast to the end!

EDITH (with exultation). 
I cannot reach thee with these arms, O father! 
But closely in my soul do I embrace thee
And hold thee.  In thy dungeon and thy death
I will be with thee, and will comfort thee.

MARSHAL. 
Come, put an end to this.  Let the drum beat.

The drum beats.  Exeunt all but JOHN ENDICOTT, UPSALL, and MERRY.

CHRISTISON. 
Dear child, farewell!  Never shall I behold
Thy face again with these bleared eyes of flesh;
And never wast thou fairer, lovelier, dearer
Than now, when scourged and bleeding, and insulted
For the truth’s sake.  O pitiless, pitiless town! 
The wrath of God hangs over thee; and the day
Is near at hand when thou shalt be abandoned
To desolation and the breeding of nettles. 
The bittern and the cormorant shall lodge
Upon thine upper lintels, and their voice
Sing in thy windows.  Yea, thus saith the Lord!

JOHN ENDICOTT. 
Awake! awake! ye sleepers, ere too late,
And wipe these bloody statutes from your books!
                                  [Exit.

MERRY. 
Take heed; the walls have ears!