-- Hearken to me , friends , nor heed that accursed rhapsodist . As I was saying , we have sacrificed all things , and have come to a land whereof the Old World hath scarcely heard , that we might make a new world unto ourselves and painfully seek a path from hence to heaven . But what think ye now ? This son of a Scotch tyrant -- this grandson of a papistical and adulterous Scotch woman whose death proved that a golden crown doth not always save an anointed head from the block -- '' `` Nay , brother , nay , '' interposed Mr. Williams ; `` thy words are not meet for a secret chamber , far less for a public street . '' `` Hold thy peace , Roger Williams ! '' answered Endicott , imperiously . `` My spirit is wiser than thine for the business now in hand . -- I tell ye , fellow-exiles , that Charles of England and Laud , our bitterest persecutor , arch-priest of Canterbury , are resolute to pursue us even hither . They are taking counsel , saith this letter , to send over a governor-general in whose breast shall be deposited all the law and equity of the land . They are minded , also , to establish the idolatrous forms of English episcopacy ; so that when Laud shall kiss the pope 's toe as cardinal of Rome he may deliver New England , bound hand and foot , into the power of his master . '' A deep groan from the auditors -- a sound of wrath as well as fear and sorrow -- responded to this intelligence . `` Look ye to it , brethren , '' resumed Endicott , with increasing energy . `` If this king and this arch-prelate have their will , we shall briefly behold a cross on the spire of this tabernacle which we have builded , and a high altar within its walls , with wax tapers burning round it at noon-day . We shall hear the sacring-bell and the voices of the Romish priests saying the mass . But think ye , Christian men , that these abominations may be suffered without a sword drawn , without a shot fired , without blood spilt -- yea , on the very stairs of the pulpit ? No ! Be ye strong of hand and stout of heart . Here we stand on our own soil , which we have bought with our goods , which we have won with our swords , which we have cleared with our axes , which we have tilled with the sweat of our brows , which we have sanctified with our prayers to the God that brought us hither ! Who shall enslave us here ? What have we to do with this mitred prelate -- with this crowned king ?
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