EDITH. In the next room, my father, an old man, Good Master Merry, may I say confound? MERRY. Sitteth imprisoned and condemned to Ay, that you may. death, JOHN ENDICOTT. 20 A woman scourged and dragged about Never will I desert thee, nor deny our streets! MERRY. Well, Roxbury and Dorchester must take thee. Be comforted. MERRY. O Master Endicott, Their share of shame. She will be Be careful what you say. whipped in each! Three towns, and Forty Stripes save one; that makes Thirteen in each. |