Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! How may I live without my name? I have given you my soul; leave me my name!

He have his goodness now. God forbid I take it from him!

I do think I see some shred of goodness in John Proctor. Not enough to weave a banner with, but white enough to keep it from such dogs. Elizabeth, in a burst of terror, rushes to him and weeps against his hand. Give them no tear! Tears pleasure them! Show honor now, show a stony heart and sink them with it!

Elizabeth, supporting herself against collapse, grips the bars of the window, and with a cry: He have his goodness now. God forbid I take it from him!

Parris, in deadly fear, to Elizabeth: Go to him, Goody Proctor! There is yet time! From outside a drumroll strikes the air. Parris is startled. Elizabeth jerks about toward the window. Parris: Go to him! He rushes out the door, as though to hold back his fate. Proctor! Proctor! Again, a short burst of drums. Hale: Woman, plead with him! He starts to rush out the door, and then goes back to her. Woman! It is pride, it is vanity. She avoids his eyes, and moves to the window. He drops to his knees. Be his helper! What profit him to bleed? Shall the dust praise him? Shall the worms declare his truth? Go to him, take his shame away!

His breast heaving, his eyes staring, Proctor tears the paper and crumples it, and he is weeping in fury, but erect. Danforth: Marshal!Parris, hysterically, as though the tearing paper were his life: Proctor, Proctor!Hale: Man, you will hang! You cannot! Proctor, his eyes fully of tears: I can. And there’s your first marvel, that I can. You have made your magic now, for now I do think I see some shred of goodness in John Proctor. Not enough to weave a banner with, but white enough to keep it from such dogs. Elizabeth, in a burst of terror, rushes to him and weeps against his hand. Give them no tear! Tears pleasure them! Show honor now, show a stony heart and sink them with it! He has lifted her, and kisses her now with great passion.

Danforth: Hang them high over the town! Who weeps for these, weeps for corruption! He sweeps out past them.

Is that document a lie? If it is a lie I will not accept it! What say you? I will not deal in lies, Mister!

Danforth, pointing at the confession in Proctor’s hand: Is that document a lie? If it is a lie I will not accept it! What say you? I will not deal in lies, Mister! Proctor is motionless. You will give me your honest confession in my hand, or I cannot keep you from the rope. Proctor does not reply. Which way do you go, Mister?

Proctor, with a cry of his whole soul: Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! How may I live without my name? I have given you my soul; leave me my name!

ou will not use me! I am no Sarah Good or Tituba, I am John Proctor! You will not use me! It is no part of salva-tion that you should use me! Danforth: I do not wish to – Proctor: I have three children – how may I teach them to walk like men in the world, and I sold my friends? Danforth: You have not sold your friends – Proctor: Beguile me not! I blacken all of them when this is nailed to the church the very day they hang for silence!

Proctor has just finished signing when Danforth reaches for the paper. But Proctor snatches it up, and now a wild terror is rising in him, and a boundless anger.

Hale, quickly to Danforth: Excellency, it is enough he confess himself. Let him sign it, let him sign it. Parris, feverishly: It is a great service, sir. It is a weighty name; it will strike the village that Proctor confess. I beg you, let him sign it. The sun is up, Excellency!

Parris: Proctor, the village must have proof that –

They think to go like saints. I like not to spoil their names.

Mr. Proctor. When the Devil came to you did you see Rebecca Nurse in his company? Proctor is silent. Come, man, take courage – did you ever see her with the Devil? Proctor, almost inaudibly: No.Danforth, now sensing trouble, glances at John and goes to the table, and picks up a sheet – the list of condemned. Danforth: Did you ever see her sister, Mary Easty, with the Devil? Proctor: No, I did not. Danforth, his eyes narrow on Proctor: Did you ever see Martha Corey with the Devil? Proctor: I did not. Danforth, realizing, slowly putting the sheet down: Did you ever see anyone with the Devil? Proctor: I did not.

Why, it is a lie, it is a lie; how may I damn myself? I cannot, I cannot.

Courage, man, courage – let her witness your good example that she may come to God herself. Now hear it, Goody Nurse! Say on, Mr, Proctor. Did you bind yourself to the Devil’s service?

I did.

He did.

Why must it be written?

Danforth, with great relief and gratitude: Praise to God, man, praise to God; you shall be blessed in Heaven for this. Cheever has hurried to the bench with pen, ink, and paper.

I am yet six month before my time.

Danforth: Marshal! Take him and Corey with him to the jail!

Hale: I denounce these proceedings, I quit this court! He slams the door to the outside behind him.

I hear the boot of Lucifer, I see his filthy face! And it is my face, and yours, Danforth! For them that quail to bring men out of ignorance, as I have quailed, and as you quail now when you know in all your black hearts that this be fraud – God damns our kind especially, and we will burn, we will burn together!

Proctor, his mind wild, breathless: I say – I say – God is dead'

Danforth, to Proctor: What are you? Proctor is beyond speech in his anger. You are combined with anti-Christ, are you not? I have seen your power; you will not deny it! What say you, Mister?

Mary Warren, pointing at Proctor: You’re the Devil’s man!He is stopped in his tracks. Parris: Praise God! Girls: Praise God! Proctor, numbed: Mary, how –? Mary Warren: I’ll not hang with you! I love God, I love God. Danforth, to Mary: He bid you do the Devil’s work? Mary Warren, hysterically, indicating Proctor: He come at me by night and every day to sign, to sign, to - Danforth: Sign what?Parris: The Devil’s book? He come with a book? Mary Warren, hysterically, pointing at Proctor, fearful of him: My name, he want my name. “I’ll murder you,” he says, “if my wife hangs! We must go and overthrow the court,” he says! Danforth’s head jerks toward Proctor, shock and horror in his face.Proctor, turning, appealing to Hale: Mr. Hale! Mary Warren, her sobs beginning: He wake me every night, his eyes were like coals and his fingers claw my neck, and I sign, I sign...Hale: Excellency, this child’s gone wild!Proctor, as Danforth’s wide eyes pour on him: Mary, Mary! Mary Warren, screaming at him: No, I love God; I go your way no more. I love God, I bless God. Sobbing, she rushes to Abigail. Abby, Abby, I’ll never hurt you more! They all watch, as Abigail, out of her infinite charity, reaches out and draws the sobbing Mary to her, and then looks up to Danforth.

Danforth: I cannot hear you. What do you say? Mary utters again unintelligibly. You will confess yourself or you will hang! He turns her roughly to face him. Do you know who I am? I say you will hang if you do not open with me!

Mary Warren: She sees nothin’! Abigail, now staring full front as though hypnotized, and mimicking the exact tone of Mary Warren’s cry: She sees nothin’! Mary Warren, pleading: Abby, you mustn’t!Abigail and all the girls, all transfixed: Abby, you mustn’t!Mary Warren, to all the girls: I’m here, I'm here! Girls: I’m here, I’m here! Danforth, horrified: Mary Warren! Draw back your spirit out of them! Mary Warren: Mr. Danforth! Girls, cutting her off: Mr. Danforth! Danforth: Have you compacted with the Devil? Have you? Mary Warren: Never, never! Girls: Never, never!

Abigail, with a weird, wild, chilling cry, screams up to the ceiling.Abigail: You will not! Begone! Begone, I say!

Look at me! To your own knowledge, has John Proctor ever committed the crime of lechery? In a crisis of indecision she cannot speak, Answer my question! Is your husband a lecher! Elizabeth, faintly: No, sir.Danforth: Remove her, Marshal.Proctor: Elizabeth, tell the truth!Danforth: She has spoken. Remove her!Proctor, crying out: Elizabeth, I have confessed it!Elizabeth: Oh, God! The door closes behind her.Proctor: She only thought to save my name! Hale: Excellency, it is a natural lie to tell; I beg you, stop now before another is condemned! l may shut my conscience to it no more – private vengeance is working through this testimony! From the beginning this man has struck me true. By my oath to Heaven, I believe him now, and I pray you call back his wife before we –

Proctor, crying out: Elizabeth, I have confessed it!Elizabeth: Oh, God! The door closes behind her.Proctor: She only thought to save my name!

Elizabeth, not knowing what to say, sensing a situation, wetting her lips to stall for time: She – dissatisfied me. Pause. And my husband. Danforth: In what way dissatisfied you?Elizabeth: She were – She glances at Proctor for a cue. Danforth: Woman, look at me! Elizabeth does. Were she slovenly? Lazy? What disturbance did she cause?Elizabeth: Your Honor, I – in that time I were sick. And I – My husband is a good and righteous man. He is never drunk as some are, nor wastin’ his time at the shovelboard, but always at his work. But in my sickness – you see, sir, I were a long time sick after my last baby, and I thought I saw my husband somewhat turning from me. And this girl –S he turns to Abigail. Danforth: Look at me. Elizabeth: Aye, sir. Abigail Williams – She breaks up. Danforth: What of Abigail Williams? Elizabeth: I came to think he fancied her. And so one night I lost my wits, I think, and put her out on the highroad. Danforth: Your husband – did he indeed turn from you?Elizabeth, in agony: My husband – is a goodly man, sir.

Elizabeth, faintly: No, sir.

Now let neither of you turn to face Goody Proctor. No one in this room is to speak one word, or raise a gesture aye or nay.

Bring her out! And tell her not one word of what’s been spoken here. And let you knock before you enter.

l have made a bell of my honor! I have rung the doom of my good name – you will believe me, Mr. Danforth!

My wife, my dear good wife, took this girl soon after, sir, and put her out on the highroad

Mary Warren: Lord, save me!Susanna Walcott: I freeze, I freeze!Abigail, shivering visibly: It is a wind, a wind! Mary Warren: Abby, don’t do that! Danforth, himself engaged and entranced by Abigail: Mary Warren, do you witch her? I say to you, do you send your spirit out? With a hysterical cry Mary Warren starts to run. Proctor catches her.Mary Warren, almost collapsing: Let me go, Mr. Proctor, I cannot, I cannot –Abigail, crying to Heaven: Oh, Heavenly Father, take away this shadow!

Suddenly, from an accusa-tory attitude, her face turns, looking into the air above – it is truly frightened. Danforth, apprehensively: What is it, child?Abigail, looking about in the air, clasping her arms about her as though cold: I – I know not. A wind, a cold wind, has come. Her eyes fall on Mary Warren.

Abigail: I have been hurt, Mr. Danforth; I have seen my blood runnin’ out! I have been near to murdered every day because I done my duty pointing out the Devil’s people – and this is my reward? To be mistrusted, denied, questioned like a –

Mary Warren: It’s not a trick! She stands. I – I used to faint because I – I thought I saw spirits.

Mary Warren: Faint? Parris: Aye, faint. Prove to us how you pretended in the court so many times. Mary Warren, looking to Proctor: I – cannot faint now, sir.Proctor, alarmed, quietly: Can you not pretend it? Mary Warren: I – She looks about as though searching for the passion to faint. I - have no sense of it now, I –Danforth: Why? What is lacking now? Mary Warren: I – cannot tell, sir, I – Danforth: Might it be that here we have no afflicting spirit loose, but in the court there were some? Mary Warren: I never saw no spirits. Parris: Then see no spirits now, and prove to us that you can faint by your own will, as you claim. Mary Warren, stares, searching for the emotion of it, and then shakes her head: I –c annot do it. Parris: Then you will confess, will you not? It were attacking spirits made you faint! Mary Warren: No, sir, I –Parris: Your Excellency, this is a trick to blind the court! Mary Warren: It’s not a trick! She stands. I – I used to faint because I – I thought I saw spirits. Danforth: Thought you saw them!Mary Warren: But I did not, Your Honor.Hathorne: How could you think you saw them unless you saw them? Mary Warren: I – I cannot tell how, but I did. I – I heard the other girls screaming, and you, Your Honor, you seemed to believe them, and I – It were only sport in the beginning, sir, but then the whole world cried spirits, spirits, and I – I promise you, Mr. Danforth, I only thought I saw them but I did not.

Hathorne: Then can she pretend to faint now?

Danforth: But you discovered them dancing in the woods? Eyes on Parris, he points at Abigail. Abigail? Hale: Excellency, when I first arrived from Beverly, Mr. Parris told me that.Danforth: Do you deny it, Mr. Parris?Parris: I do not, sir, but I never saw any of them naked.Danforth: But she have danced? Parris, unwillingly: Aye, sir.

Mary Warren: I - She glances at Abigail, who is staring down at her remorselessly. Then, appealing to Proctor: Mr. Proctor –

Parris, instantly: Excellency, since I come to Salem this man is blackening my name.

Proctor: Mr. Danforth, what profit this girl to turn herself about? What may Mary Warren gain but hard questioning and worse? Danforth: You are charging Abigail Williams with a mar-velous cool plot to murder, do you understand that? Proctor: I do, sir. I believe she means to murder. Danforth, pointing at Abigail, incredulously: This child would murder your wife? Proctor: It is not a child. Now hear me, sir. In the sight of the congregation she were twice this year put out of this meetin’ house for laughter during prayer. Danforth, shocked, turning to Abigail: What’s this? Laughter during – ! Parris: Excellency, she were under Tituba’s power at that time, but she is solemn now.Giles: Aye, now she is solemn and goes to hang people!Danforth: Quiet, man. Hathorne: Surely it have no bearing on the question, sir. He charges contemplation of murder. Danforth: Aye. He studies Abigail for a moment, then: Con-tinue, Mr. Proctor.Proctor: Mary. Now tell the Governor how you danced in the woods.

Abigail: No, sir.

Danforth: There lurks nowhere in your heart, nor hidden in your spirit, any desire to undermine this court? Proctor, with the faintest faltering: Why, no, sir.

baffled

Danforth, instantly: No, no, I accept no depositions. He is rapidly calculating this; he turns from her to Proctor. Tell me, Mr. Proctor, have you given out this story in the village?

But proof, sir, proof.

No, old man, you have not hurt these people if they are of good conscience. But you must understand, sir, that a person is either with this court or he must be counted against it, there be no road between. This is a sharp time, now, a precise time – we live no longer in the dusky afternoon when evil mixed itself with good and befuddled the world. Now, by God’s grace, the shining sun is up, and them that fear not light will surely praise it. I hope you will be one of those. Mary Warren suddenly sobs. She’s not hearty, I see.

Putnam: It is a lie.

o Giles: You are under arrest in contempt of this court. Now sit you down and take counsel with yourself, or you will be set in the jail until you decide to answer all questions.

Giles: John, my deposition, give him mine. Proctor: Aye. He hands Danforth another paper. This is Mr. Corey’s deposition. Danforth: Oh? He looks down at it. Now Hathorne comes behind him and reads with him. Hathorne, suspiciously: What lawyer drew this, Corey? Giles: You know I never hired a lawyer in my life, Hathorne. Danforth, finishing the reading: It is very well phrased. My compliments. Mr. Parris, if Mr. Putnam is in the court, will you bring him in? Hathorne takes the deposition, and walks to the window with it. Parris goes into the court. You have no legal training, Mr. Corey? Giles, very pleased: I have the best, sir - I am thirty-three time in court in my life. And always plaintiff, too. Danforth: Oh, then you’re much put-upon. Giles: I am never put-upon; I know my rights, sir, and I will have them. You know, your father tried a case of mine – might be thirty-five year ago, I think. Danforth: Indeed.Giles: He never spoke to you of it?Danforth: No, I cannot recall it. Giles: That’s strange, he give me nine pound damages. He were a fair judge, your father. Y’see, I had a white mare that tinge, and this fellow come to borrow the mare – Enter Parris with Thomas Putnam. When he sees Putnam, Giles’ ease goes; he is hard. Aye, there he is. Danforth: Mr. Putnam, I have here an accusation by Mr. Corey against you. He states that you coldly prompted your daughter to cry witchery upon George Jacobs that is now in jail.

Danforth: Then there is a prodigious guilt in the country. Are you afraid to be questioned here? Hale: I may only fear the Lord, sir, bat there is fear in the country nevertheless. Danforth, angered now: Reproach me not with the fear in the country; there is fear in the country because there is a moving plot to topple Christ in the country!

Hale: We cannot blink it more. There is a prodigious fear of this court in the country –

Hathorne: And the name of this man?Giles, taken aback: What name?Hathorne: The man that give you this information.Giles, hesitates, then: Why, I – I cannot give you his name.Hathorne: And why not? Giles, hesitates, then bursts out: You know well why not! He’ll lay in jail if I give his name! Hathorne: This is contempt of the court, Mr. Danforth!Danforth, to avoid that: You will surely tell us the name. Giles: I will not give you no name, I mentioned my wife’s name once and I’ll burn in hell long enough for that. I stand mute.

I have brought trouble on these people; I have -

Mr. Cheever, have warrants drawn for all of these - arrest for examination.

Hale, to Parris, trying to contain himself: Is every defense an attack upon the court? Can no one – ?

This is a clear attack upon the court!

Proctor, handing Danforth a paper: Will you read this first, sir? It’s a sort of testament. The people signing it declare their good opinion of Rebecca, and my wife, and Martha Corey. Danforth looks down at the paper. Parris, to enlist Danforth’s sarcasm: Their good opinion! But Danforth goes on reading, and Proctor is heartened. Proctor: These are all landholding farmers, members of the church. Delicately, trying to point out a paragraph: If you’ll notice, sir – they’ve known the women many years and never saw no sign they had dealings with the Devil. Parris nervously moves over and reads over Danforth’s shoulder.Danforth, glancing down a long list: How many names are here?Francis: Ninety-one, Your Excellency.

Danforth, with a sudden briskness of manner: I judge you not, sir. I am ready to hear your evidence.

Proctor: I – I think I cannot. Danforth, now an almost imperceptible hardness in his voice: Then your purpose is somewhat larger. Parris: He’s come to overthrow this court, Your Honor!Proctor: These are my friends. Their wives are also accused –

Will you drop this charge?

We have thought it too convenient to be credited. However, if I should tell you now that I will let her be kept another month; and if she begin to show her natural signs, you shall have her living yet another year until she is delivered

Danforth considers, then beckons Hathorne to him. Hathorne leans in, and he speaks in his ear. Hathorne nods.Hathorne: Aye, she’s the one. Danforth: Mr. Proctor, this morning, your wife send me a claim in which she states that she is pregnant now.

Cain were an upright man, and yet he did kill Abel.

Aye, God tells us that. To Danforth: But who tells us Rebecca Nurse murdered seven babies by sending out her spirit on them? It is the children only, and this one will swear she lied to you.

Proctor: I – I have once or twice plowed on Sunday. I have three children, sir, and until last year my land give little.

Danforth, straight into his eyes: Have you ever seen the Devil?Proctor: No, sir.Danforth: You are in all respects a Gospel Christian?Proctor: I am, sir. Parris: Such a Christian that will not come to church but once in a month!Danforth, restrained – he is curious: Not come to church?Proctor: I – I have no love for Mr. Parris. It is no secret. But God I surely love.Cheever: He plow on Sunday, sir.Danforth: Plow on Sunday! Cheever, apologetically: I think it be evidence, John. I am an official of the court, I cannot keep it. Proctor: I – I have once or twice plowed on Sunday. I have three children, sir, and until last year my land give little. Giles: You’ll find other Christians that do plow on Sunday if the truth be known.

Your Honor, I cannot think you may judge the man on such evidence.

Parris: Such a Christian that will not come to church but once in a month!

Cheever: I think it be my duty, sir – Kindly, to Proctor: You’ll not deny it, John. To Danforth: When we come to take his wife, he damned the court and ripped your warrant.

Danforth: Let me continue. I understand well, a husband’s tenderness may drive him to extravagance in defense of a wife. Are you certain in your conscience, Mister, that your evidence is the truth? Proctor: It is. And you will surely know it. Danforth: And you thought to declare this revelation in the open court before the public? Proctor: I thought I would, aye - with your permission.Danforth, his eyes narrowing: Now, sir, what is your purpose in so doing?Proctor: Why, I – I would free my wife, sir.

Mary Warren: It were pretense, sir. Danforth: I cannot hear you. Proctor: It were pretense, she says.

I pray you, Mr, Parris. Do you know, Mr. Proctor, that the entire contention of the state in these trials is that the voice of Heaven is speaking through the children? Proctor: I know that, sir. Danforth, thinks, staring at Proctor, then turns to Mary Warren: And you, Mary Warren, how came you to cry out people for sending their spirits against you? Mary Warren: It were pretense, sir. Danforth: I cannot hear you. Proctor: It were pretense, she says. Danforth: Ah? And the other girls? Susanna Walcott, and – the others? They are also pretending? Mary Warren: Aye, sir.Danforth, wide-eyed: Indeed. Pause. He is baffled by this. He turns to study Proctor’s face.Parris, in a sweat: Excellency, you surely cannot think to let so vile a lie be spread in open court! Danforth: Indeed not, but it strike hard upon me that she will dare come here with such a tale. Now, Mr. Proctor, before I decide whether I shall hear you or not, it is my duty to tell you this. We burn a hot fire here; it melts down all concealment.

They’ve come to overthrow the court, sir! This man is –

Proctor: She never saw no spirits, sir. Danforth, with great alarm and surprise, to Mary: Never saw no spirits!Giles, eagerly: Never.Proctor, reaching into his jacket: She has signed a deposition, sir –

excitedly: I think you must hear the girl, sir, she –

Beware this man, Your Excellency, this man is mischief.

We are desperate, sir; we come here three days now and cannot be heard.

Voice: Thomas Putnam is reaching out for land!

Hathorne: This is contempt, sir, contempt! Danforth: Peace, Judge Hathorne. Do you know who I am, Mr. Nurse? Francis: I surely do, sir, and I think you must be a wise judge to be what you are. Danforth: And do you know that near to four hundred are in the jails from Marblehead to Lynn, and upon my signature? Francis: I –Danforth: And seventy-two condemned to hang by that signature?

Hathorne: I think they must both be arrested in contempt, sir.

Danforth: Indeed! I am amazed to find you in such uproar; I have only good report of your character, Mr. Nurse.

Danforth: And how do you imagine to help her cause with such contemptuous riot? Now be gone. Your old age alone keeps you out of jail for this. Giles, beginning to plead: They be tellin’ lies about my wife, sir, I – Danforth: Do you take it upon yourself to determine what this court shall believe and what it shall set aside?Giles: Your Excellency, we mean no disrespect for –Danforth: Disrespect indeed! It is disruption, Mister. This is the highest court of the supreme government of this province, do you know it?

Hathorne: How do you dare come roarin’ into this court! Are you gone daft, Corey?

bitter, remorseless

Giles, shaken: John – tell me, are we lost?

He throws her to the poor,

grasping her by the throat as though he would strangle her

Proctor strides and catches her,

hesitating, and with deep hatred of himself:

Mary Warren, in terror: I cannot, they’ll turn on me –

We will slide together into our pit; you will tell the court what you know.

Abby’ll charge lechery on you, Mr. Proctor!

You’re coming to the court with me, Mary. You will tell it in the court

The jails are packed – our greatest judges sit in Salem now – and hangin’s promised. Man, we must look to cause proportionate. Were there murder done, perhaps, and never brought to light? Abomination? Some secret blasphemy that stinks to Heaven? Think on cause, man, and let you help me to discover it. For there’s your way, believe it, there is your only way, when such confusion strikes upon the world. He goes to Giles and Francis. Let you counsel among yourselves; think on your village and what may have drawn from heaven such thundering wrath upon you all. I shall pray God open up our eyes.

What I have heard in her favor, I will not fear to testify in court

in great uncertainty

don't be scared. You've done so much with so little. I think you deserve this more than anybody.

Strauss is a very fine surgeon. You'll be in good hands.

How do you feel?

Im waiting for Miss Kinnian to take me home. I like Miss Kinnian becaus shes a very smart teacher.

for the first of your new breed.

Cheever: Proctor, you dare not touch the warrant.

Why – I made it in the court, sir, and – give it to Goody Proctor tonight.

you'll have your place in the history books whoever the subject is

we're making history

I – I have indeed. It is his own suspicion, but he resists it.

And why not, if they must hang for denyin’ it? There are them that will swear to anything before they’ll hang; have you never thought of that?

I must say it, Mr. Proctor; that is not for you to decide. The man’s ordained, therefore the light of God is in him.

Proctor, starts to speak, then stops, then, as though unable to restrain this: I like it not that Mr. Parris should lay his hand upon my baby. I see no light of God in that man. I’ll not conceal it.Hale: I must say it, Mr. Proctor; that is not for you to decide. The man’s ordained, therefore the light of God is in him.

I thought, sir, to put some questions as to the Christian character of this house, if you’ll permit me.

Elizabeth, with an attempt at a laugh: You will never believe, I hope, that Rebecca trafficked with the Devil.Hale: Woman, it is possible.Proctor, taken aback: Surely you cannot think so.

I am a stranger here, as you know. And in my ignorance I find it hard to draw a clear opinion of them that come accused before the court. And so this afternoon, and now tonight, I go from house to house – I come now from Rebecca Nurse’s house and –

Elizabeth, quietly, fearing to anger him by prodding: God forbid you keep that from the court, John. I think they must be told.Proctor, quietly, struggling with his thought: Aye, they must, they must. It is a wonder they do believe her.Elizabeth: I would go to Salem now, John – let you go tonight.Proctor: I’ll think on it.Elizabeth, with her courage now: You cannot keep it, John,Proctor, angering: I know I cannot keep it. I say I will think on it!Elizabeth, hurt, and very coldly: Good, then, let you think on it. She stands and starts to walk out of the room.

Proctor: Why’d you let her? You heard me forbid her go to Salem any morelElizabeth: I couldn’t stop her.Proctor, holding back a full condemnation of her: It is a fault, it is a fault, Elizabeth – you’re the mistress here, not Mary Warren

Abigail: I want to open myself! They turn to her, startled. She is enraptured, and though in a pearly light. I want the light of God, I want the sweet love of Jesus! I danced for the Devil; I saw him; I wrote in his book; I go back to Jesus; I kiss His hand. I saw Sarah Good with the Devil! I saw Goody Osburn with the Devil! I saw Bridget Bishop with the Devil! As she is speaking, Betty is rising from the bed, a fever in her eyes, and picks up the chant. Betty, staring too: I saw George Jacobs with the Devil! I saw Goody Howe with the Devil! Parris: She speaks! He rushes to embrace Betty. She speaks! Hale: Glory to God! It is broken, they are free!

Tituba pants and begins rocking back and forth again, staring ahead.Tituba: There was four.

Open yourself, Tituba—open yourself and let God’s holy light shine on you.

Tituba, rocking and weeping: Aye, sir, and Goody Osburn. Mrs. Putnam: I knew it! Goody Osburn were midwife to me three times. I begged you Thomas, did I not? I begged him not to call Osburn because I feared her. My babies always shriveled in her hands.

Tituba: I believe so, yes, sir. Now Hale takes her hand. She is surprised. Hale: Tituba. You must have no fear to tell us who they are, do you understand? We will protect you. The Devil can never overcome a minister. You know that, do you not? Tituba, kisses Hale’s hand: Aye, sir, oh, I do.Hale: You have confessed yourself to witchcraft, and that speaks a wish to Heaven’s side. And we will bless you, Tituba. Tituba, deeply relieved: Oh, God bless you, Mr. Hale! Hale, with rising exaltation: You are God’s instrument put in our hands to discover the Devil’s agents among us. You are selected, Tituba, you are chosen to help us cleanse our village. So speak utterly, Tituba, turn your back on him and face God – face God, Tituba, and God will protect you. Tituba, joining with him: Oh, God, protect Tituba!Hale, kindly: Who came to you with the Devil? Two? Three? Four? How many?Tituba pants and begins rocking back and forth again, staring ahead.Tituba: There was four.Parris, pressing in on her: Who? Who? Their names, their names.Tituba, suddenly bursting out: Oh, how many times he bid me kill you, Mr. Parris!Parris: Kill me! Tituba, in a fury: He say Mr. Parris must be kill! He bid me rise out of my bed and cut your throat! They gasp.

Tituba: I don’t compact with no Devil!

Tituba: You beg me to conjure! She beg me make charm –Abigail: Don’t lie! To Hale: She comes to me while I sleep; she’s always making me dream corruptions!Tituba: Why you say that, Abby? Abigail: Sometimes I wake and find myself standing in the open doorway and not a stitch on my body! I always hear her laughing in my sleep. I hear her singing her Barbados songs and tempting me with –

Hale, grasping Abigail: Abigail, it may be your cousin is dying. Did you call the Devil last night? Abigail: I never called him! Tituba, Tituba ...Parris, blanched: She called the Devil?Hale: I should like to speak with Tituba.Parris: Goody Ann, will you bring her up? Mrs. Putnam exits.Hale: How did she call him? Abigail: I know not – she spoke Barbados. Hale: Did you feel any strangeness when she called him? A sudden cold wind, perhaps? A trembling below the ground? Abigail: I didn’t see no Devil! Shaking Betty: Betty, wake up! Betty! Betty!Hale: You cannot evade me, Abigail. Did your cousin drink any of the brew in that kettle?Abigail: She never drank it!Hale: Did you drink it?Abigail: No, sir!Hale: Did Tituba ask you to drink it? Abigail: She tried, but I refused. Hale: Why are you concealing? Have you sold yourself to Lucifer? Abigail: I never sold myself! I’m a good girl! I’m a proper girl! Mrs. Putnam enters with Tituba, and instantly Abigail points at Tituba. Abigail: She made me do it! She made Betty do it! Tituba, shocked and angry: Abby! Abigail: She makes me drink blood!

Parris: I think I ought to say that I – I saw a kettle in the grass where they were dancing. Abigail: That were only soup. Hale: What sort of soup were in this kettle, Abigail? Abigail: Why, it were beans – and lentils, I think, and – Hale: Mr. Parris, you did not notice, did you, any living thing in the kettle? A mouse, perhaps, a spider, a frog - ? Parris, fearfully: I – do believe there were some movement – in the soup.Abigail: That jumped in, we never put it in!Hale, quickly: What jumped in?Abigail: Why, a very little frog jumped – Parris: A frog, Abby!

Why – common dancing is all.

The child remains limp in his hands. In silence he lays her back on the pillow. Now, holding out his hands towards her, he intones: In nominee Domini Sabaoth sui filiique ite ad infernos. She does not stir, he turns to Abigail, his eyes narrowing. Abigail, what sort of dancing were you doing with her in the forest?

On their ecstatic cries

Abigail: I saw Goody Sibber with the Devil! It is rising to a great glee.Putnam: The marshal, I’ll call the marshal!Parris is shouting a prayer of thanksgiving.Betty: I saw Alice Barrow with the Devil!The curtain begins to fall.HALE, as Putnam goes out: Let the marshal bring irons!Abigail: I saw Goody Hawkins with the Devil!Betty: I saw Goody Bibber with the Devil!Abigail: I saw Goody Booth with the Devil!

Betty, staring too: I saw George Jacobs with the Devil! I saw Goody Howe with the Devil! Parris: She speaks! He rushes to embrace Betty. She speaks! Hale: Glory to God! It is broken, they are free! Betty, calling out hysterically and with great relief: I saw Martha Bellows with the Devil!

Abigail: I want to open myself! They turn to her, startled. She is enraptured, and though in a pearly light. I want the light of God, I want the sweet love of Jesus! I danced for the Devil; I saw him; I wrote in his book; I go back to Jesus; I kiss His hand. I saw Sarah Good with the Devil! I saw Goody Osburn with the Devil! I saw Bridget Bishop with the Devil!

Tituba, frightened by the coming process: Mister Reverend, I do believe someone else be witchin’ these children.

Giles: I’m not sayin’ she’s touched the Devil, now, but I’d admire to know what books she reads and why she hides them. She’ll not answer me, y’ see.Hale: Aye, we’ll discuss it.

Giles: Mr. Hale, I have always wanted to ask a learned man - what signifies the readin’ of strange books?Hale: What books?Giles: I cannot tell; she hides them,Hale: ho does this?Giles: Martha, my wife. I have waked at night many a time and found her in a corner, readin’ of a book. Now what do you make of that?Hale: Why, that’s not necessarily–Giles: It discomfits me! Last night – mark this – I tried and tried and could not say my prayers. And then she close her book and walks out of the house, and suddenly – mark this – I could pray again!

Hale, with a tasty love of intellectual pursuit: Here is the invisible world, caught, defined, and calculated. In these books the Devil stands stripped of all his brute disguises. Have no fear now – I mean to crush him utterly if he has shown his face! He starts for the bed. Rebecca: Will it hurt the child, sir? Hale: I cannot tell. If she is truly in the Devil’s grip we may have to rip and tear to get her free. Rebecca: I think I’ll go, then. I am too old for this. I pray to God for you, sir. She rises.

Hale, surprised: You permit dancing?Parris: No, no, it were secret – Mrs. Putnam, unable to wait: Mr. Parris’s slave has knowledge of conjurin’, sir.Parris, to Mrs. Putnam: We cannot be sure of that, Goody Ann - Mrs. Putnam, frightened, very softly: I know it, sir. I sent my child – she should learn from Tituba who murdered her sisters.Rebecca, horrified: Goody Ann! You sent a child to conjure up the dead? Mrs. Putnam: Let God blame me, not you, not you, Rebecca! I’ll not have you judging me any more!

Proctor: I’ve heard you to be a sensible man, Mr. Hale. I hope you’ll leave some of it in Salem.

Hale, holding up his hands: No, no. Now let me instruct you. We cannot look to superstition in this. The Devil is precise; the marks of his presence are definite as stone, and I must tell you all that I shall not proceed unless you are prepared to believe me if I should find no bruise of Hell upon her.

We look to you to come to our house and save our child. Hale: Your child ails too? Mrs. Putnam: Her soul, her soul seems flown away. She sleeps and yet she walks ... Putnam: She cannot eat. Hale: Cannot eat! Thinks on it. Then, to Proctor and Giles Corey: Do you men have afflicted children? Parris: No, no, these are farmers. John Proctor –

Putnam! I had not expected such distinguished company, sir.

Enemy is about reconciling internal conflict in a world where it feels impossible to trust yourself. The song also reflects on the story of Arcane, the series this song is based on. The song reflects the story of conflict between two sisters, leading to a division that threatens to tear a city apart. Like the series, the song is meant to personal and a critique of a society that seems intent oon creating division.

The main message that I take away from the song is the importance of seizing the moment and living in the present. The repeated line "Am I part of the cure or am I part of the disease?" can be seen as a call to action, a reminder that we each have the power to make choices that can affect the world around us. The lyrics also touch on the fleeting nature of time, with lines like "Confusion that never stops, closing walls and ticking clocks" and "Come out of things unsaid, shoot an apple off my head." These lines suggest a sense of urgency and the need to act before it's too late. Overall, the song "Clocks" can be seen as a reflection on the nature of time, the importance of taking action, and the power of the present moment. The use of metaphors, repetition, imagery and personification helps us to understand and relate to the song.

I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly

This song seems to be about striving to be the best version of yourself and to be a master of all trades. The song talks about wanting to have the qualities of a fox, an ox, a hare, a bear, a bird, and more. It is about having a wide range of skills, talents, and personality traits in order to achieve greatness. The song also encourages listeners to view life in a positive manner and to recognize the beauty in everything around them. The song is ultimately a call to action to strive to be the best version of oneself and to never give up.

The main idea of this song is to show that life isn't all butterflies and fairies and that people should at least have decency to be serious at times when it is required, I can infer that this song is trying to invoke a strong type of motivation and drive to whoever reads it as the writers want the readers to see the true side of life at times and that they should always be prepared for what's to come

Who gon' pray for me? (Who gon' pray for me?)Take my pain for me? (Take my pain for me?)Save my soul for me? (Save my soul for me?)'Cause I'm alone, you see (I'm alone, you see)If I'm gon' die for you (if I'm gon' die for you )If I'm gon' kill for you (if I'm gon' kill for you)Then I'll spill this blood for you,

Life a livin' hell

Our difficulty in believing the - for want of a better word - political inspiration of the Devil is due in great part to the fact that he is called up and damned not only by our social antagonists but by our own side, whatever it may be. The Catholic Church, through its Inquisition, is famous for culti-vating Lucifer as the arch-fiend, but the Church’s enemies relied no less upon the Old Boy to keep the human mind enthralled. Luther was himself accused of alliance with Hell, and he in turn accused his enemies. To complicate matters further, he believed that he had had contact with the Devil and had argued theology with him. I am not surprised at this, for at my own university a professor of history - a Lutheran, by the way - used to as-semble his graduate students, draw the shades, and commune in the classroom with Erasmus. He was never, to my knowledge, officially scoffed at for this, the reason being that the university officials, like most of us, are the children of a history which still sucks at the Devil’s teats. At this writing, only England has held back before the temptations of contemporary diabolism. In the countries of the Communist ideology, all resistance of any import is linked to the totally malign capitalist succubi, and in America any man who is not reactionary in his views is open to the charge of alliance with the Red hell. Political opposition, thereby, is given an inhumane overlay which then justifies the abrogation of all normally applied customs of civilized inter-course. A political policy is equated with moral right, and opposition to it with diabolical malevolence. Once such an equation is effectively made, society becomes a congerie of plots and counterplots, and the main role of government changes from that of the arbiter to that of the scourge of God.

Dionysiac

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Coming into Salem now, Reverend Hale conceives of himself much as a young doctor on his first call. His painfully acquired armory of symptoms, catchwords, and diagnostic procedures are now to be put to use at last. The road from Beverly is unusually busy this morning, and he has passed a hundred rumors that make him smile at the ignorance of the yeomanry in this most precise science. He feels himself allied with the best minds of Europe - kings, philosophers, scientists, and ecclesiasts of all churches. His goal is light, goodness and its preservation, and he knows the exaltation of the blessed whose intelligence, sharpened by minute examinations of enormous tracts, is finally called upon to face what may be a bloody fight with the Fiend himself.

the necessity of the Devil may become evident as a weapon, a weapon designed and used time and time again in every age to whip men into a surrender to a particular church or church-state.

Ours is a divided empire in which certain ideas and emotions and actions are of God, and their opposites are of Lucifer. It is as impossible for most men to conceive of a morality without sin as of an earth without “sky.”

Evidently we are not quite certain even now whether diabolism is holy and not to be scoffed at. And it is no accident that we should be so bemused.

Lucifer’s many-faced lieutenants

his searching scrutiny

a tight-skinned, eager-eyed intellectual. This is a beloved errand for him; on being called here to ascertain witchcraft he felt the pride of the specialist whose unique knowledge has at last been publicly called for. Like almost all men of learning, he spent a good deal of his time pondering the invisible world, especially since he had himself encountered a witch in his parish not long before.

have a sense for heat, John, and yours has drawn me to my window, and I have seen you looking up, burning in your loneliness.

know how you clutched my back behind your house and sweated like a stallion whenever I come near!

Abigail: Gah! I’d almost forgot how strong you are, John Proctor! Proctor, looking at Abigail now, the faintest suggestion of a knowing smile on his face: What’s this mischief here? Abigail, with a nervous laugh: Oh, she’s only gone silly somehow.Proctor: The road past my house is a pilgrimage to Salem all morning. The town’s mumbling witchcraft. Abigail: Oh, posh! Winningly she comes a little closer, with a confidential, wicked air. We were dancin’ in the woods last night, and my uncle leaped in on us. She took fright, is all. Proctor, his smile widening: Ah, you’re wicked yet, aren’t y’?[A trill of expectant laughter escapes her, and she dares come closer, feverishly looking into his eyes. You’ll be clapped in the stocks before you’re twenty. He takes a step to go and she springs in his path. Abigail: Give me a word, John, a soft word. Her concentrated desire destroys his smile. Proctor: No, no, Abby. That’s done with.Abigail, tauntingly: You come five mile to see a silly girl fly? I know you better. Proctor, setting her firmly out of his path: I come to see what mischief your uncle’s brewin’ now. With final emphasis: Put it out of mind, Abby.Abigail, grasping his hand before he can release her: John — I am waitin’ for you every night.Proctor: Abby, I never give you hope to wait for me.

A psalm is heard below.

She is blackening my name in the village! She is telling lies about me! She is a cold, sniveling woman, and you bend to her!

Abigail, with a bitter anger: Oh, I marvel how such a strong man may let such a sickly wife be –Proctor, angered, at himself as well: You’ll speak nothin’ of Elizabeth!

Abby, I may think of you softly from time to time. But I will cut off my hand before I’ll ever reach for you again. Wipe it out of mind. We never touched, Abby.

Ah, you’re wicked yet, aren’t y’?[A trill of expectant laughter escapes her, and she dares come closer, feverishly looking into his eyes. You’ll be clapped in the stocks before you’re twenty. He takes a step to go and she springs in his path. Abigail: Give me a word, John, a soft word. Her concentrated desire destroys his smile. Proctor: No, no, Abby. That’s done with.Abigail, tauntingly: You come five mile to see a silly girl fly? I know you better. Proctor, setting her firmly out of his path: I come to see what mischief your uncle’s brewin’ now. With final emphasis: Put it out of mind, Abby.Abigail, grasping his hand before he can release her: John — I am waitin’ for you every night.Proctor: Abby, I never give you hope to wait for me.

Proctor: The road past my house is a pilgrimage to Salem all morning. The town’s mumbling witchcraft. Abigail: Oh, posh! Winningly she comes a little closer, with a confidential, wicked air. We were dancin’ in the woods last night, and my uncle leaped in on us. She took fright, is all.

ow softening: You are no wintry man. I know you, John. I know you. She is weeping. I cannot sleep for dreamin’; I cannot dream but I wake and walk about the house as though I’d find you comin’ through some door. She clutches him desperately.

I have hardly stepped off my farm this sevenmonth.

the steady manner he displays does not spring from an untroubled soul. He is a sinner, a sinner not only against the moral fashion of the time, but against his own vision of decent conduct. These

he had a sharp and biting way with hypocrites. He was the kind of man – powerful of body, even tempered, and not easily led – who cannot refuse support to partisans without drawing their deepest resentment. In Proctor’s presence a fool felt his foolishness instantly – and a Proctor is always marked for calumny therefore.

it; I saw Indians smash my dear parents’ heads on the pillow next to mine

I’ll fly to Mama. Let me fly! She raises her arms as though to fly, and streaks towards window, gets one leg out

Enter Mary Warren, breathless. She is seventeen, a subservient, naive, lonely girl. Mary Warren: What’ll we do? The village is out! I just come from the farm; the whole country’s talkin’ witchcraft! They’ll be callin’ us witches, Abby!

Now stop this! Betty! Sit up now!

Do you ever feel like a plastic bagDrifting through the w

My name is good in the village! I will not have it said my name is soiled! Goody Proctor is a gossiping liar.

Now my ministry’s at stake; my ministry and perhaps your cousin’s life.

But we never conjured spirits.

pressed, turns on her

Uncle, the rumor of witchcraft is all about; I think you’d best go down and deny it yourself. The parlor’s packed with people,

his Negro slave enters. Tituba is in her forties. Parris brought her with him from Barbados, where he spent some years as a merchant before entering the ministry. She enters as one does who can no longer bear to be barred from the sight of her beloved, but she is also very frightened because her slave sense has warned her that, as always, trouble in this house eventually lands on her back.

Thomas, Thomas, I pray you, leap not to witchcraft. I know that you – you least of all, Thomas, would ever wish so disastrous a charge laid upon me. We cannot leap to witchcraft. They will howl me out of Salem for such corruption in my house.

They say you’ve sent for Reverend Hale of Beverly? Parris, with dwindling conviction now: A precaution only. He has much experience in all demonic arts

Mrs. Putnam, with vicious certainty: I’d not call it sick; the Devil’s touch is heavier than sick. It’s death, y’know, it’s death drivin’ into them, forked and hoofed.

Mrs. Putnam, very pleased with it: Why, it’s sure she did. Mr. Collins saw her goin’ over Ingersoll’s barn, and come down light as bird, he says!

as soon as the door begins to open: No—no, I cannot have anyone. He sees her. A certain deference springs into him., although his worry remains. Why, Goody Putnam, come in.

Parris, to the point: Abigail, is there any other cause than you have told me, for Goody Proctor dischargin’ you? I have heard it said, and I tell you as I heard it, that she comes so rarely to church this year for she will not sit so close to something soiled. What signified that remark?Abigail: She hates me, uncle, she must, for i would not be her slave. It’s a bitter woman, a lying, cold, snivelling, woman, and I will not work for such a woman!Parris: She may be. And yet it has troubled me that you are now seven month out of their house, and in all this time no other family has ever called for your service.Abigail: They want slaves, not such as I. Let them send to Barbados for that. I will not black my face for any of them! With ill concealed resentment for him: Do you begrudge my bed, uncle?Parris: No-no.Abigail, in a temper: My name is good in the village! I will not have it said my name is soiled! Goody Proctor is a gossiping liar.

Now look you, child, your punishment will come in its time. But if you trafficked with spirits in the forest, I must know it now, for surely my enemies will, and they will ruin me with it.

Go directly home and speak nothin’ of unnatural causes

he bid me tell you, that you might look to unnatural things for the cause of it.

TITUBA, already taking a step backward: My Betty be hearty soon?PARRIS: Out of here!TITUBA, backing to the door: My Betty not goin’ die...PARRIS, scrambling to his feet in a fury: Out of my sight! She is gone. Out of my

Mrs. Putnam, very pleased with it: Why, it’s sure she did. Mr. Collins saw her goin’ over Ingersoll’s barn, and come down light as bird, he says!