ANNOUNCER

So the offer of the Dutch West India Company was received and in due course of time the provisions were put into writing. The Pilgrim company discussed the offer from every angle. All of them would have preferred to settle under the British flag, if it could have been arranged, but because more than six months had passed and they had not found anyone who could finance them, they felt that the Dutch offer should be accepted.

Therefore, near the end of February, 1620, Pastor Robinson and Elder Carver meet with Wilhelm Kieft to settle finally the matter of the emigration. Let us listen as they talk together.

KIEFT

Two ships and one thousand pounds, which you can repay in ten years.

ROBINSON

And all your company demands is a monopoly in the fur trade?

KIEFT

That is all. Otherwise you shall do what pleases you; but all of the fur must belong to the Dutch West India Company.

ROBINSON

That seems just. What think you, Elder Carver?

CARVER

Who shall govern us, Master Kieft?

KIEFT

You shall say that yourself. Who governs you now?

ROBINSON

We have no governor except the Elders of the Church.

KIEFT

It shall be the same in the New World.

CARVER

Do the terms satisfy you, Pastor Robinson?

ROBINSON

Indeed, I am more than satisfied.

KIEFT

Then shall we sign the articles? [rattle of paper]

ROBINSON

I can think of nothing more we should consider, can you, Elder?

CARVER

Nothing.

KIEFT

Then, if you have a quill, we can sign now. [knock]

ROBINSON

Your pardon, someone knocks.

CARVER [going]

I'll see who it is.

ROBINSON

Thank you, Elder. Ah, here is the quill. Now, where is the inkhorn? Ah, yes, here.

KIEFT

Sign here. [rattle of paper]

ROBINSON

Let us wait for Elder Carver.

CARVER [off]

Oh, Pastor Robinson?

ROBINSON

Yes?

CARVER

Your pardon, sir, will you come here at once?

ROBINSON

What is it?

CARVER [off]

Thomas Weston of London desires to see you.

KIEFT

Can we not finish our business first?

ROBINSON

Tell him to come in and sit down while we get this business finished.

CARVER [off]

Will you come in, Master Weston?

WESTON [coming in]

Thank you. Have I the honor of addressing Master Robinson?

ROBINSON

I'm Robinson.

WESTON

I'm Thomas Weston, and I have come on behalf of a company of London merchants—

KIEFT [sharply]

Master Robinson, your pardon, but may we not finish this business in hand?

ROBINSON

Certainly! Elder Carver, Master Kieft is waiting for us to sign the Articles of Emigration.

WESTON

Your pardon, Master Robinson, did you say "Articles of Emigration"?

ROBINSON

Why, yes.

WESTON

I have an offer to make you for the emigration of your company.

CARVER

What?

ROBINSON

Indeed!

KIEFT

I must insist, sir—

ROBINSON

One moment, Master Kieft.

KIEFT

Are you going to sign or not?

ROBINSON

Master Kieft, this may cause us to change our plans; we must consider. What is your offer, Master Weston?

WESTON

A company of seven London merchants has agreed to furnish ships and capital to carry you and your people to America.

KIEFT

You have already agreed with me

ROBINSON

We have signed nothing yet. Where, Master Weston, does your company propose that we settle?

WESTON

In northern Virginia—between the Great South River and the Great North River.

KIEFT

That, sir, is the land of the Dutch West India Company.

WESTON

Your pardon, but King James has decreed—

KIEFT [getting angrier]

I care not what your sovereign may have decreed—he has no claim to that land. My company discovered and explored it!

WESTON

Has your company established any plantations there?

KIEFT

That makes no difference.

WESTON

Until you have established plantations, you cannot claim it.

KIEFT

I do not wish to argue with you, sir. I am here to close this business with you, Master Robinson. I am waiting—

ROBINSON

We must have time to consider—

KIEFT

I had your word.

CARVER

Master Kieft, the situation has changed. We are Englishmen, and if we can emigrate under our own flag, you cannot blame us for preferring it to another.

KIEFT

You have tricked us—you are not treating me fairly!

ROBINSON

Now, sir—

KIEFT [louder]

And I warn you if you go to our land under the British flag, you shall regret it, sir, you shall regret it. Good day! [sound of door slamming]