BUTTER. That's not my name. My name is Edward Butter. You need not speak so loud.
KEMPTHORN (shaking hands).
Good-by! Good-by!
BUTTER. Your servant, sir.
KEMPTHORN.
And yours a thousand times!
[Exeunt.
SCENE III. — GOVERNOR ENDICOTT'S private room. An open window.
ENDICOTT seated in an arm-chair. BELLINGHAM standing near.
ENDICOTT. O lost, O loved! wilt thou return no more? O loved and lost, and loved the more when lost! How many men are dragged into their graves By their rebellious children! I now feel The agony of a father's breaking heart In David's cry, "O Absalom, my son!"
BELLINGHAM. Can you not turn your thoughts a little while To public matters? There are papers here That need attention.
ENDICOTT.
Trouble me no more!
My business now is with another world,
Ah, Richard Bellingham! I greatly fear
That in my righteous zeal I have been led
To doing many things which, left undone,
My mind would now be easier. Did I dream it,
Or has some person told me, that John Norton
Is dead?
BELLINGHAM.
You have not dreamed it. He is dead,
And gone to his reward. It was no dream.