The Crucible PDF - Act I

The Crucible: Act I Massachusetts winter. Salem had been established hardly forty years before> To the European world the whole province wasa...

The Crucible: Act I Massachusetts winter. Salem had been established hardly forty years before> To the European world the whole province wasa a barbaric frontier inhabited by a sect of fanatics who, nevertheless were shipping out products of slowly increasing quantity Characters and value. Reverend Parris Abigail Williams No one can really know what their lives were like. They had no novelists – and would Mary Warren not have permitted anyone to read a novel if one were handy. Their creed forbade Betty anything resembling a theater or “vain enjoyment.” They did not celebrate Christmas, John Proctor and a holiday from work meant only that they must concentrate even more on prayer, Thomas Putnam which is not to say that nothing broke into this strict and somber way of life. When a Mrs. Putnam new farmhouse was built, friends assembled to “raise the roof,” and there wawould be Rebecca Nurse special foods cooked and probably some potent cider passed around. There was a Reverend Hale good supply of ne’er-do-wells in Salem, who dallied at the shovelboard in Bridget Tituba Bishop’s tavern. Probably more than the creed, hard work kept the morals of the place from spoiling for the people were forced to fight the land like heroes for every A small upper bedroom in the home of Reverend Samuel Parris, Salem, Massachusetts, in the spring grain of corn, and no man had very much time for fooling around. of they year 1692. There is a narrow window a the left. Through its leaded panes the morning sunlight streams> A That there were some jokers, however, is indicated by the practice of appointing a candle still burns near the bed, which is at the right. A chest, a chair, and a small table are the other two-man patrol whose duty was to “walk forth in the time of God’s worship to take furnishings. At the back a cdoor opens on the landing of the stairway to the ground floor. The room notice of such as either lye about the meeting house, without attending to the word gives off an air of clean sparseness. The roof rafters are exposed, and the wood colors are raw and and ordinances, or that lye at home or in the fields without giving good account unmellowed. thereof, and to take the names of such persons and to present them to the As the curtain rises, Reverend Parris is discovered kneeling beside the bed, evidently in prayer. His magistrates, whereby they may be accordingly proceeded against.” This predilection daughter, Betty Parris, aged ten, is lying on the bed, inert. His niece, Abigail Williams, seventeen, for minding other people’s business was time-honored among the people of Salem, enters; she is all worry and propriety. and it undoubtedly created many of the suspicions which were to feed the coming madness. It was also, in my opinion, one of the things that a John Proctor would DRAMATIC EXPOSITION/STAGE DIRECTIONS FOR REVEREND rebel against, for the time of the armed camp had almost passed, and since the SAMUEL PARRIS country was reasonably – although not wholly – safe, the old disciplines were beginning to rankle. But, as in all such matters the issue was not clear-cut, for danger At the time of these events Parris was in his middle forties. In history he cut a was still a possibility and in unity still lay the best promise of safety. villainous path, and there is very little good to be said for him. He believed he was being persecuted wherever he went, despite his best efforts to win people and God to The edge of the wilderness was close by. The American continent stretched endlessly his side. In meeting, he felt insulted if someone rose to shut the door without first west, and it was full of mystery for them. It stood, dark and threatening, over r their asking his permission. He was a widower with no interest in children, or talent with shoulders night and day, for out of it Indian tribes marauded from time to time and them. He regarded them as young adults, and until this strange crisis, he, like the rest Reverend Parris had parishioners who had lost relatives to these heathen. of Salem, never conceived that the children were anything but thankful for being permitted to walk straight, eyes slightly lowered, arms at the sides, and mouths shut [Reverend Parris is praying now, and though we cannot hear his words, a sense of his confustion until bidden to speak. hands about him. He mumbles, then seems about to weep; then he weeps, then prays again; but his daughter does not stir on the bed. His house stood in the “town” – but we today would hardly call it a village. The meeting hose was nearby, and from this point outward – toward the bay or inland – STAGE DIRECTIONS FOR TITUBA there were a few small-windowed, dark houses snuggling against the raw The door opens and his negro slave enters. Tituba is in her mid-forties. Parris brought her with him from Barbados, where he spent some years as a merchant before entering the ministry. She enters as Abigail: I have heard of it, uncle. one does who can no longer bear to be barred from the sight of her beloved, but she is also frightened because her slave sense has warned her that, as always, trouble in this house eventually lands on her Parris: There is a faction that is sworn to drive me from my pulpit? Do you back.] understand that? Tituba, already taking a step backward: My Betty be hearty soon? Abigail: I think so, sir. Parris: Out of here! Parris: Now, in the midst of such disruption, my own household is discovered to be the very centre of some obscene practice. Abominations are done in the forest – Tituba, backing to the door: My Betty not goin’ to die… Abigail: It were sport, uncle! Parris, scrambling to his feet in a fury: Out of my sight! She is gone. Out of my--- He is overcome with sobs. He clamps his teeth against them and closes the door and leans against it, Parris, pointing at Betty: You call this sport? Pause. exhausted. Oh, my God! God help me! Quaking with fear, mumbling to himself through his sobs, he goes to the bed and gently takes Betty’s hand. Betty. Child. Dear child. Will you wake, [Enter Mrs. Anne Putnam. She is a twisted sould of forty-five, a death-ridden woman, haunted by will you open your eyes! Betty, little one… dreams.] STAGE DIRECTIONS FOR ABIGAIL Parris, 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. He is bending to kneel again when his niece, Abigail Williams, seventeen, enters---a strikingly Mrs Putnam [full of breath, shiny eyed]: It is a marvel. It is surely a stroke of hell beautiful girl, an orphan, with an endless capacity for dissembling. Now she is all worry and upon you. apprehension and propriety. Parris: No, Goody Putnam, it is – Abigail: 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, sir. I’ll sit with her. Mrs. Putnam, glancing at Betty: How high did she fly, how high? Parris: Abigail, I cannot go before the congregation when I know you have not Parris: No, no, she never flew – opened with me. What did you do with her in the forest? Mrs. Putnam: [very pleased with it] Why, it’s sure she did. Mr. Collins saw her goin’ over Abigail: We did dance, uncle, and when you leaped out of the bush so suddenly, Betty Ingersoll’s barn, and come down light as bird, he says! was frightened and then she fainted. And there’s the whole of it. Parris: Now look your, Goody Putnam, she never – [Enter Thomas Putnam, a well-to-do, Parris: Now look you, child, your punishment will come in its time. But if you hard-handed landowner, near fifty.] Oh, good morning, Mr. Putnam. trafficked with spirits in the forest, I must know it now, for surely my enemies will, Putnam: It is a providence the thing is out now! It is a providence. [He goes directly and they will ruin me with it. to the bed.] Parris: What’s out, sir, what’s – ? Abigail: But we never conjured spirits. [Mrs Putnam goes to the bed] Parris: Then why can she not move herself since midnight? This child is desperate! [Abigail lowers her eyes]It must come out – my enemies will bring it out. Abigail, do you Putnam: Why, her eyes is closed! Look you, Ann. understand that I have many enemies? Mrs. Putnam: Why, that’s strange. To Parris: Ours is open. candidate for one of its more important offices, especially since he regarded himself as the intellectual superior of most of the people around him. His vindictive nature Parris: Your Ruth is sick? was demonstrated long before the witchcraft began. Another former Salem minister, George Burroughs, had had to borrow money to pay for his wife’s funeral, and since Mrs. Putnam: I’d not call it sick; the Devil’s touch is heavier than sick. It’s death, the parrish was remiss in his salary, he was soon bankrupt. Thomas and his brother y’know, it’s death drivin’ into them, forked and hoofed. John had Burroughs jailed for debts the man did not owe. The incident is important only in that Burroughs succeeded in becoming minister where Bayley, Thomas Parris: oh, pray not! Why, how does Ruth ail? Putnam’s brother in law, had been rejected; the motif of resentment is clear here. Thomas Putnam felt that his own name and the honor of his family had been Mrs Putnam: She ails as she must – she never waked this morning, but her eyes open smirched by the village, and he meant to right matters however he could. and she walks, and hears naught, sees naught, nad cannot eat. Her soul is taken, surely. [Parris is struck] Another reason to believe him a deeply embittered man was his attempt to break his father’s will, which left a disproportionate amount to a stepbrother. As with every Putnam: [As though for further details] They say you’ve sent for Reverend Hale of other public cause which he tried to force his way, he failed in this. Beverly? So it is not surprising to find that so many accusations against people are in the Parris, with dwindling conviction now: A precaution only. He has much experience in all handwriting of Thomas Putnam, or that his name is so often found as a witness demonic arts, and I— corroborating the supernatural testimony, or that his daughter led the crying out at the most opportune junctures of the trials, especially when---But we’ll speak of that when Mrs Putnam: He has indeed; and found a witch in Beverly last year, and let you we come to it. remember that. Mrs. Putnam: Reverend Parris, I have laid seven babies unbaptized in the earth. Parris: Now, Goody Ann, they only thought that were a witch, and I am certain there Believe me, Sir, you never saw more hearty babies born. And yet, each would wither be no element of witchcraft here. in my arms the very night of their birth. And now, this year, my Ruth, my only-I see her turning strange. A secret child she has become this year, and shrivels like a Putnam: No witchcraft! Now look you, Mr Parris – sucking mouth were pullin‘ on her life, too. And so I thought to send her to your Tituba- Parris: 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 PARRIS: To Tituba! What may Tituba….? leap to witchcraft. They will howl me out of Salem for such corruption in my house. ANN: Tituba knows how to speak to the dead, Mister Parris. DRAMATIC EXPOSITION FOR THOMAS AND ANN PUTNAM PARRIS: Goody Ann, it is a formidable sin to conjure up the dead! A word about Thomas Putnam, He was a man with many grievances, at least one of which appears justified. Sometime before, his wife’s brother in law, James Bayley, had ANN: I take it on my soul, but who else may surely tell us who murdered my babies. been turned down as minister of Salem. Bayley had all the qualifications and a two thirds vote into the bargain, but a faction stopped his acceptance, for some reasons PARRIS: Woman! that are not clear. ANN: They were murdered, Mister Parris! And mark this proof! –mark it! Last night Thomas Putnam was the eldest son of the richest man in the village. He had fought my Ruth were ever so close to their little spirits, I know it, sir. For how else is she the Indians at Narrangasett, and was deeply interested in parish affairs. He stuck dumb now except some power of darkness would stop her mouth! It is a undoubtedly felt it poor payment that the village should so blatantly disregard his marvelous sign, Mister Parris! PUTNAM: Don‘t you understand it, sir? There is a murdering witch among us bound Betty: I’ll fly to Mama. Let me fly! She raises her arms as though to fly, and streaks towards to keep herself in the dark. Let your enemies make of it what they will, you cannot window, gets one leg out. blink it more. Abigail, pulling her away from window: I told him everything; he knows now, he knows PARRIS: Then you were conjuring spirits last night. everything we – ABIGAIL: Not I, sir, not I.-Tituba and Ruth. Betty: You drank blood, Abby! You didn’t tell him that! You drank a charm to kill John Proctor’s wife! You drank a charm to kill Goody Proctor! Parris, turns now, with new fear, and goes to Betty, looks down at her, and then, gazing off: Oh, Abigail, what proper payment for my charity! Now I am undone. Abigail: Betty, you never say that again! You will never – Putnam: You are not undone! Let you take hold here. Wait for no one to charge you Betty: You did, you did! You drank a charm to kill John Proctor’s wife! You drank a – declare it yourself. You have discovered witchcraft! charm to kill Goody Proctor! Parris: Will you leave me now, I would pray a while alone. Abigail, smashes her across the face: Shut it! Now shut it! Betty collapses on bed, beigns to sob. Putnam: Come down, speak to them – pray with them. They’re thirsting for your Abigail: Now look you. All of you. We danced. And Tituba conjured Ruth Putnam’s word, Mister! Surely you’ll pray with them. dead sisters. And that is all. And mark this. Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word, about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some Parris, swayed: I’ll lead them in a psalm, but let you say nothing of witchcraft yet. terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you. And you know I can do it; I saw Indians smash my dear parents’ heads on the pillow next to mine, Parris, Putnam, and Mrs. Putnam go out. and I have seen some reddish work done at night, and I can make you wish you had never seen the sun go down! Goes and roughly sits Betty up. Now, you – sit up and stop Mary Warren: Abby, we’ve got to tell! Witchery’s a hangin’ error, a hangin’ like they this! done in Boson two years ago! We must tell the truth, Abby! You’ll only be whipped for dancin’, and the other things! Betty collapses in her ands and lies inert on the bed. Abigail: Oh, we’ll be whipped! Mary Warren, with hysterical fright: What’s got her? Abigail stares in fright at Betty. Abby, she’s going to die! It’s a sin to conjure, and we – Mary Warren: I never done none of it, Abby. I only looked! Abigail: I say shut it, Mary Warren! Betty, on bed, whimpers. Abigail turns to her at once. Enter John Proctor. Upon seeing him, Mary Warren jumps in fright. Abigail: Betty? Goes to her. Now, Betty, dear, wake up now. It’s Abigail. She sits Betty up and furiously shakes her. I’ll beat you, Betty! Betty whimpers. My, you seem improving. I DRAMATIC EXPOSITION FOR JOHN PROCTOR talked to your papa and I told him everything. So there’s nothing to – Proctor was a farmer in his middle thirties. He need not have been a partisan of any Betty, darts off bed, frightened of Abigail, and flattens herself against the wall: I want my mama! faction in the town, but there is evidence to suggest that he had a sharp and biting way with hypocrites. He was the kind of man – powerful of body, even tempered, and Abigail, with alarm, as she cautiously approaches Betty: What ails you, Betty? Your mama’s not easily led – who cannot refuse support to partisans without drawing their deepest dead and buried. resentment. In Proctor’s presence a fool felt his foolishness instantly – and a Proctor is always marked for calumny therefore. He takes a step to go and she springs in his path. But as we shall see, the steady manner he displays does not spring from an untroubled Abigail: Give me a word, John, a soft word. Her concentrated desire destroys his smile. 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 people had no ritual for the washing Proctor: No, no, Abby. That’s done with. away of sins. It is another trait we inherited from them, and it has helped to discipline us as well as to breed hypocrisy among us. Proctor, respected and even feared in Abigail, tauntingly: You come five mile to see a silly girl fly? I know you better. Salem, has come to regard himself as a kind of fraud. But no hint of this has yet appeared on the surface, and as he enters from the crowded parlor below it is a man Proctor, setting her firmly out of his path: I come to see what mischeif your uncle’s brewin’ in his prime we see, with a quiet confidence and an unexpressed, hidden force. Mary now. Put it out of mind, Abby. Warren, his servant, can barely speak for embarrassment and fear. Abigail: You’re surely sportin’ with me. Mary Warren: Oh! I’m just going home, Mr. Proctor. Proctor: You know me better. Proctor: Be you foolish, Mary Warren? Be you deaf? I forbid you to leave the house, did I not? Why shall I pay you? I am looking for you more often than my cows! Abigail: I know how you clutched my back behind your house and sweated like a stallion whenever I come near! Or did I dream that? It’s she put me out, you cannot Mary Warren: I only come to see the great doings in the world! pretend it were you. I saw your face when she put me out, and you loved me then and you do now! Proctor: I’ll show you a great doin’ on your arse one of these days. Now get you home; my wife is waitin’ with your work! Proctor: Abby, that’s a wild thing to say – Mary Warren exits. Since Proctor’s entrance, Abigail has stood as though on tiptoe, absorbing his Abigail: A wild thing may say wild things. But not so wild, I think. You are no wintry presence, wide-eyed. He glances at her, then goes to Betty on the bed. 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’ Abigail: Gah! I’d almost forgot how strong you are, John Proctor! through some door. She clutches him desperately. Proctor, looking at Abigail now, the faintest suggestion of a knowing smile on his face: What’s Proctor, gently pressing her from him, with great sympathy, but firmly: Child – this mischief here? Abigail, with a flash of anger: How dare you call me child! Oh, I marvel how such a Abigail, with a nervous laugh: Oh, she’s only gone silly somehow. strong man may let such a sickly wife be – Proctor: The road past my house is a pilgrimage to Salem all morning. The town’s Proctor, angered, at himself as well: You’ll speak nothin’ of Elizabeth! mumbling witchcraft. Abigail: She is blackening my name in the village! She is telling lies about me! She is a Abigail: Oh, posh! Winningly she comes a little closer, with a confidential, wicked air. We were cold, sniveling woman, and you bend to her! Let her turn you like a – dancin’ in the woods last night, and my uncle leaped in on us. She took fright, is all. Proctor, shaking her: Do you look for a whippin’? 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 Abigail, in tears: I look for John Proctor that took me from my sleep and put stocks before you’re twenty. knowledge in my heart! I never knew what pretense Salem was, I never knew the lying lessons I was taught by all these Christian women and their covenanted men! And their children were settled in separate homesteads within the same estate. Francis had now you bid me tear the light out of my eyes? I will not, I cannot! You loved me, originally rented the land, and one theory has it that, as he gradually paid for the land John Proctor, and whatever sin it is, you love me yet! He turns abruptly to go out. She and raised social status, there were those who resented his rise. rushes to him. John, pity me, pity me! Another suggestion to explain this systematic campaign against Rebecca and Betty claps her ears suddenly and whines loudly. inferentially against Francis, is the land war he fought with his neighbours, one of whom was a Putnam. This squabble grew to the proportions of a battle in the woods Abigail: Betty? (repeatedly) between partisans of both sides, and it is said to have lasted for two days. As for Rebecca herself, the general opinion of her character was so high that to explain how Proctor, growing unnerved: What’s she doing? Girl, what ails you? Stop that wailing! anyone dared cry her out for a witch—and more, how adults could bring themselves to lay hands on her—we must look to the fields and boundaries at that time. Parris rushes in. As we have seen, Thomas Putnam’s man for the Salem ministry was Bayley. The Parris: What happened? What are you doing to her? Betty! He rushes to the bed, crying Nurse clan had been in the faction that prevented Bayley’s taking office. In addition, “Betty, Betty!” Mrs. Putnam enters, feverish with curiosity, and with her Thomas Putnam. Parris, certain families allied to the Nurses by blood or friendship, and whose farms were at the bed, keeps lightly slapping Betty’s face, while she moans and tries to get up. contiguous with the Nurse farm or close to it, combined to break away for the Salem town authority and set up Topsfield, a new and independent entity whose existence Abigail: She heard you singin’ and suddenly she’s up and screamin’. was resented, by old Salemites. Mrs. Putnam: The psalm! The psalm! She cannot bear to hear the Lord’s name! That the guiding hand behind the outcry was Putnam’s is indicated by the fact that, as Mark it for a sign, mark it! soon as it began, this Topsfield-Nurse faction absented themselves from church in protest and disbelief. It was Edward and Jonathan Putnam who signed the first Rebecca Nurse enters. complaint against Rebecca; and Thomas’s little daughter was the one who fell into a fit at the hearing and pointed to Rebecca as her attacker. To top it all, Mrs. Putnam— Rebecca: There is hard sickness here. Giles Corey, so please to keep the quiet. who is now staring at the bewitched child on the bed—soon accused Rebecca’s spirit of “tempting her to inequity,” a charge that had more truth in it than Mrs. Putnam Giles: I’ve not said a word. No one here can testify I’ve said a word. Is she going to could know. fly again? I hear she flies. Mrs. Putnam, astonished: What have you done? Putnam: Man, be quiet now! Parris, wondrous and relieved: What do you make of it, Rebecca? Everything is quiet. Rebecca walks across the room to the bed. Gentleness exudes from her. Betty is Putnam, eagerly: Goody Nurse, will you go to my Ruth and see if you can wake her? quietly whimpering, eyes shut. Rebecca simply stands over the child, who gradually quiets. Rebecca, sitting: I think she’ll wake in time. Pray calm yourselves. I have eleven DRAMATIC EXPOSITION FOR FRANCIS AND REBECCA NURSE AND children, and I am twenty-six times a grandma, and I have seen them all through their ABOUT THE CONFLICT BETWEEN THE PUTNAMS AND THE NURSES silly seasons, and when it come on them they will run the Devil bowlegged keeping up with their mischief. I think she’ll wake when she tires of it. A child’s spirit is like a And while they are so absorbed, we may put in a word for Rebecca. Rebecca was the child, you can never catch it by running after it; you must stand still, and, for love, it wife of Francis Nurse, who, from all accounts, was one of those men for whom both will soon itself come back. sides of the argument had to have respect. He was called upon to arbitrate disputes as though he were an official judge, and Rebecca also enjoyed the high opinion most Proctor: Aye, that’s the truth of it, Rebecca. people had for him. By the time of the delusion, they had three hundred acres, and Mrs. Putnam: This is no silly season, Rebecca. My Ruth is bewildered, Rebecca; she Mrs. Putnam, with a growing edge of sarcasm: But I must! You think it God’s work you cannot eat. should never lose a child, nor grandchild either, and bury all but one? There are wheels within wheels in this village, and fires within fires! Rebecca: Perhaps she is not hungered yet. To Parris: I hope you are not decided to go in search of loose spirits, Mr. Parris. I’ve heard promise of that outside. Putnam, to Parris: When Reverend Hale comes, you will proceed to look for signs of witchcraft here. Parris: A wide opinion’s running in the parish that the Devil may be among us, and I would satisfy them that they are wrong. Proctor, to Putnam: You cannot command Mr. Parris. We vote by name in this society, not by acreage. I have enough trouble without I come five mile to head him preach Proctor: Then let you come out and call them wrong. Did you consult the wardens only hellfire and bloody damnation. Take is to heart, Mr. Parris. There are many before you called this minister to look for Devils? others who stay away from church these days because you hardly ever mention God any more. Parris: He is not coming to look for Devils! Enter the Reverend Hale, just arrived from Beverly. Proctor: Then what’s he coming for? DRAMATIC EXPOSITION ABOUT REVEREND HALE Putnam: There be children dyin’ in the village, Mister! Mr. Hale is nearing forty, a tight-skinned, eager-eyed intellectual. This is a beloved Proctor: I see none dyin’. This society will not be a bag to swing around you head, Mr. errand for him; on being called here to ascertain witchcraft he felt the pride of the Putnam. To Parris: Did you call a meeting before you - ? specialist whose unique knowledge has at last been publically called for. Like almost all med of learning, he spent a good deal of his time pondering the invisible world, Putnam: I am sick of meetings; cannot the man turn his head without he having a especially since he had himself encountered a witch in his parish not long before. That meeting? woman, however, turned into a mere pest under his searching scrutiny, and the child she had allegedly been afflicting recovered here normal behaviour after Hale had Proctor: He may turn his head, but not to Hell! given her his kindness and a few days of rest in his own house. However, that experience never raised a doubt in his mind as to the reality of the underworld or the Rebecca: Pray, John, be calm. Pause. He defers to her. Mr. Parris, I think you’d best send existence of Lucifer’s many-faced lieutenants. And his belief is not to his discredit. Reverend Hale back as soon as he come. This will set us all to arguin’ again in the Better minds than Hale’s were – and still are – convinced that there is a society of society, and we thought to have peace this year. I think we ought rely on the doctor spirits beyond our ken. One cannot help noting that one of his lines has never yet now, and good prayer. raised a laugh in any audience that has seen this play; it is his assurance that “We cannot look to superstition in this. The Devil is precise.” Evidently we are not quite Mrs. Putnam: Rebecca, the doctor’s baffled! certain even now whether diabolism is holy and not to be scoffed at. And it is no accident that we could be so easily amused… Rebecca: There is prodigious danger in the seeking of loose spirits. I fear it, I fear it. Let us blame ourselves and – Coming into Salem now, Reverend Hale conceives of himself much as a new doctor on his first call. His painfully acquired armory of symptoms, catchwords, and Putnam: How may we blame ourselves? I am one of nine sons; the Putnam seed have diagnostic procedures are now to be put to use at last. The road from Beverly is peopled this province. And yet I have but one child left of eight – and now she unusually busy this morning, and he has passed a hundred rumours that make him shrivels! smile at the ignorance of the yeomanry in the most precise science. He feels himself aligned with the best minds of Europe—kings, philosophers, scientists, and ecclesiasts Rebecca: I cannot fathom that. 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. Parris, quickly: Will you look at my daughter, sir? Leads Hale to the bed. She has tried to leap out the window; we discovered her this morning on the highroad, waving her Hale: Pray you, someone take these! arms as though she’d fly. Parris, delighted: Mr. Hale! Oh! It’s good to see you again! Taking some books. My, they’re Hale, narrowing his eyes: Tries to fly. heavy! Putnam: She cannot bear to hear the Lord’s name, Mr. Hale; that’s a sure sign of Hale, setting down his books: They must be; they are weighted with authority. witchcraft afloat. Parris, a little scared: Well, you do come prepared! 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 Hale: We shall need hard study if it comes to tracking down the Old Boy. Noticing stone, and I must tell you all that I shall not proceed unless you are prepared to Rebecca: You cannot be Rebecca Nurse? believe me if I should find no bruise of Hell upon her. Rebecca: I am, sir. Do you know me? Parris: It is agreed, sir – it is agreed – we will abide by your judgement. Hale: It’s strange how I knew you, but I suppose you look as such a good soul should. Hale: Good then. Goes to bed, looks down at Betty. To Parris: Now, sir, what were your We have all heard of your great charities in Beverly. first warnings of this strangeness? Parris: Do you know this gentlemen? Mr. Thomas Putnam. And his good wife Ann. Parris: Why, sir – I discovered her – indicating Abigail – and my niece and ten or twelve other girls, dancing in the forest last night. Hale: Putnam! I had not expected such distinguished company, sir. Hale, surprised: You permit dancing? Putnam, pleased: It does not seem to help us today, Mr. Hale. We look to you to come to our house and save our child. Parris: No, no, it were secret – Hale: Your child ails too? Hale goes to his books, opens one, turns pages, then reads. All wait, avidly. Mrs. Putnam: Her soul, her soul seems flown away. She sleeps and yet she walks … Parris, hushed: What book is that? Putnam: She cannot eat. 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. Hale: Cannot eat! Thinks on it. Then, to Proctor and Giles Corey: Do you men have Have no fear now – I mean to crush him utterly if he has shown his face! afflicted children? Rebecca: I think I’ll go, then. I am too old for this. I pray to God for you, sir. Parris: No, no, these are farmers. John Proctor – Parris, with trepidation—and resentment: I hope you do not mean we go to Satan here! Proctor: I’ve heard you to be a sensible man, Mr. Hale. I hope you’ll leave some of it Slight pause. in Salem. Rebecca: I wish I knew. She goes out; they feel resentful of her note of moral superiority. Proctor goes. Hale stands embarrassed for an instant. Putnam, abruptly: Come, Hale, let’s get on. Sit you here. Hale: Aye, we’ll discuss it. To all: Now mark me, if the Devil is in her, you will witness some frightful wonders in this room, so please to keep your wits about you. Mr. Giles: Mr. Hale, I have always wanted to ask a learned man—what signifies the Putnam, stand close so in case she flies. To Betty: Now, Betty, dear, will you sit up? reading of strange books? Putnam comes in closer, ready handed. Hale sits Betty up, but she hangs limp in his hands. Hmm. He observes her carefully. The others watch breathlessly. Can you hear me? I am John Hale, Hale: What books? minister of Beverly. Does someone afflict you, child? It need not be a woman, mind you, or a man. Perhaps some bird invisible to others comes to you – perhaps a pig, a Giles: I cannot tell; she hides them. mouse, or any beast at all. Is there some figure bids you fly? 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: Hale: Who does this? 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 Giles: Martha, my wife. I have waked at night many a times and found her in a corner, forest? readin’ of a book. Now what do you make of that? Abigail: Why – common dancing is all. Hale: Why, that’s not necessarily— Parris: I think I ought to say that I – I saw a kettle in the grass where they were Giles: It discomfits me! Last night—mark this—I tried and tried and could not say my dancing. prayers. And then she close her book and walks out of the house, and suddenly— mark this—I could pray again. Abigail: That were only soup. DRAMATIC EXPOSITION FOR GILES COREY Hale: What sort of soup were in this kettle, Abigail? Old Giles must be spoken for, if only because his fate was to be remarkable and so Abigail: Why, it were beans – and lentils, I think, and – different from that of all the others. He was in his early eighties at this time, and was the most comical hero in history. No man has ever been blamed for so much. If a Hale: Mr. Parris, you did not notice, did you, any living thing in the kettle? A mouse, cow was missed, the first thought was to look for her around Corey’s house; a fire perhaps, a spider, a frog - ? blazing up at night brought suspicion of arson to his door. He didn’t give a hoot for public opinion, and only in his last years—after he had married Martha—did he Parris, fearfully: I – do believe there were some movement - in the soup. bother much with the church. That she stopped his prayer is very probable, but he forgot to say that he’d only recently learned any prayers and it didn’t take much to Abigail: That jumped in, we never put it in! make him stumble over them. He was a crank and a nuisance, but withal a deeply innocent and brave man. In court once, he was asked if it were true that he had been Hale, quickly: What jumped in? frightened by the strange behaviour of a hog and had then said he knew it to be the Devil in an animal’s shape. “What frightened you?” he was asked. He forgot Abigail: Why, a very little frog jumped – everything but the word “frighted,” and instantly replied, “I do not know that I ever spoke that word in my life.” Parris: A frog, Abby! Hale: Ah! The stoppage of prayer—that is strange. I’ll speak further on that with you. Hale, grasping Abigail: Abigail, it may be your cousin is dying. Did you call the Devil last night? Giles: I’m not sayin’ she’s touched with the Devil, now, but I’d admire to know what she reads and why she hides them. She’ll not answer me, y’see. Abigail: I never called him! Tituba, Tituba … Parris, blanched: She called the Devil? Mrs. Putnam: My baby’s blood? Hale: I should like to speak with Tituba. Tituba: No, no, chicken blood. I gave she chicken blood. Parris: Goody Ann, will you bring her up? Mrs. Putnam exits. Hale: Woman, have you enlisted these children for the Devil? Hale: How did she call him? Tituba: No, no, sir. I don’t truck with the Devil! Abigail: I know not – she spoke Barbados. Hale: Why can she not wake? Are you silencing this child? Hale: Did you feel any strangeness when she called him? A sudden cold wind, Tituba: I love me Betty! perhaps? A trembling below the ground? Hale: You have sent your spirit out upon this child, have you not? Are you gathering Abigail: I didn’t see no Devil! Shaking Betty: Betty, wake up! Betty! Betty! souls for the Devil? Hale: You cannot evade me, Abigail. Did your cousin drink any of the brew in that Abigail: She sends her spirit on me in church; she makes me laugh at prayer! She kettle? comes to me every night to go and drink blood! Abigail: She never drank it! Tituba: You BEG ME to conjure! She beg me make charm – Hale: Did you drink it? Abigail: Don’t lie! To Hale: She comes to me while I sleep; she’s always making me dream corruptions! Abigail: No, sir! Tituba: Why you say that, Abby? Hale: Did Tituba ask you to drink it? Abigail: Sometimes I wake and find myself standing in the open doorway and not a Abigail: She tried, but I refused. stitch on my body! I always hear her laughing in my sleep. I hear her singing her Barbados songs and tempting me with – Hale: Why are you concealing? Have you sold yourself to Lucifer? Tituba: Mister Reverend, I never – Abigail: I never sold myself! I’m a good girl! I’m a proper girl! Hale, resolved now: Tituba, I want you to wake this child. Mrs. Putnam enters with Tituba, and instantly Abigail points at Tituba. Tituba: I have no power on this child, sir. Abigail: She made me do it! She made Betty do it! Hale: You most certainly do, and you will free her from it now! When did you Tituba, shocked and angry: Abby! compact with the Devil? Abigail: She makes me drink blood! Tituba: I don’t compact with no Devil! Parris: Blood!! Parris: You will confess yourself or I will take you out and whip you to death, Tituba! Putnam: This woman must be hanged! She must be taken and hanged! Parris: You mean out of Salem? Salem witches? Tituba, terrified, falls to her knees: No, no, don’t hang Tituba! I tell him I don’t desire to Tituba: I believe so, yes, sir. work for him, sir. Now Hale takes her hand. She is surprised. Parris: The Devil? Hale: Tituba. You must have no fear to tell us who they are, do you understand? We Hale: Then you saw him! Tituba weeps. Now Tituba, I know that when we bind will protect you. The Devil can never overcome a minister. You know that, do you ourselves to Hell it is very hard to break with it. We are going to help you tear not? yourself free – Tituba, kisses Hale’s hand: Aye, sir, oh, I do. Tituba, frightened by the coming process: Mister Reverend, I do believe someone else be witchin’ these children. Hale: You have confessed yourself to witchcraft, and that speaks a wish to Heaven’s side. And we will bless you, Tituba. Hale: Who? Tituba, deeply relieved: Oh, God bless you, Mr. Hale! Tituba: I don’t know sir, but the Devil got him numerous witches. Hale, with rising exaltation: You are God’s instrument put in our hands to discover the Hale: Does he! It is a clue. Tituba, look into my eyes. Come, look into me. She raises her Devil’s agents among us. You are selected, Tituba, you are chosen to help us cleanse eyes to his fearfully. You would be a good Christian woman, would you not, Tituba? our village. So speak utterly, Tituba, turn your back on him and face God – face God, Tituba, and God will protect you. Tituba: Aye, sir, a good Christian woman. Tituba, joining with him, Hale recites line as well: Oh, God, protect Tituba! Hale: When the Devil comes to you does her ever come – with another person? She stares up into his face. Perhaps another person in the village? Someone you know. Hale, kindly: Who came to you with the Devil? Two? Three? Four? How many? Parris: Who came with him? Tituba pants and begins rocking back and forth again, staring ahead. Putnam: Sarah Good? Did you ever see Sarah Good with him? Or Osburn? Tituba: There was four. Parris: Was it a man or woman came with him? Parris, pressing in on her: Who? Who? Their names, their names. Tituba: Man or woman. Was – a woman. Tituba, suddenly bursting out: Oh, how many times he bid me kill you, Mr. Parris! Parris: What woman? A woman, you said. What woman? Parris: Kill me! Tituba: It was black dark, and I – 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. But I tell him “No! I don’t hate that man, I don’t want to kill Parris: You could see him, why could you not see her? that man.” And then he come one stormy night to me and he say, “Look! I have WHITE people belong to me.” And I look – and there was Goody Good. Tituba: Well, they was always talking; they was always runnin’ round and carryin’ on – Parris: Sarah Good! Tituba, rocking and weeping: Aye, sir, and Goody Osburn. Abigail: I saw Goody Hawkins with the Devil! Mrs. Putnam: I knew it! Goody Osburn were midwife to me three times. I begged you Betty: I saw Goody Bibber with the Devil! Thomas, did I not? I begged him not to call Osburn because I feared her. My babies always shriveled in her hands. Abigail: I saw Goody Booth with the Devil! Hale: Take courage, you must give us all their names. How can you bear to see this On their ecstatic cries, the scene ends child suffering? Look at her, Tituba. Indicates Betty. Look at her God-given innocence; her soul is so tender; we must protect her, Tituba; the Devil is out and preying on her like a beast upon the flesh of the pure lamb. God will bless you for your help. THE CURTAIN FALLS Abigail rises, staring as though inspired, and cries out. 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. Hale: Glory to God! It is broken, they are free! Scene begins to slowly fade out, as Abigail and Betty cry out, almost on top of each others cries: Betty: I saw Martha Bellows with the Devil! Abigail: I saw Goody Sibber with the Devil! It is rising to a great glee. Putnam: I’ll call the marshal, the marshal!! Parris is shouting a prayer of thanksgiving. Betty: I saw Alice Barrow with the Devil! Hale, as Putnam goes out: Let the marshal bring irons!  Elizabeth: I would go to Salem now, John -- let you go tonight. Proctor: I'll think on it. Act Two Elizabeth: You cannot keep it, John. Proctor: I know I cannot keep it. I say I will think on it! Elizabeth: Good, then, let you think on it. Elizabeth: What keeps you so late? It's almost dark. I thought you'd gone to Proctor: I am only wondering how I may prove what she told me, Elizabeth. Salem this afternoon. If the girl's a saint now, I think it not easy to prove she's a fraud, and the town gone so silly. She told it to me in a room alone -- I have no proof for it. Proctor: Why? I have no business in Salem. Elizabeth: You were alone with her? Proctor: For a moment alone, aye. Elizabeth: Mary Warren's there today. I forbid her go, and she says to me, "I Elizabeth: Why, then, it is not as you told me. must go to Salem, Goody Proctor; I am an official of the court!" Proctor: For a moment, I say. The others come in soon after. Elizabeth: Do as you wish. Proctor: Court! What court? Proctor: Woman. She turns to him. I'll not have your suspicions. Elizabeth: I have no – Elizabeth: Aye, it is a proper court they have now. There be fourteen people Proctor: I'll not have it! in the jail now, she says. And they'll be tried, and the court have power to hang Elizabeth: Then let you not earn it. them, she says. Proctor: You doubt me yet? Elizabeth: John, if it were not Abigail that you must go to hurt, would you Proctor: Ah, they'd never hang-- falter now? I think not. Proctor: Now look you – Elizabeth: The Deputy Governor promise hangin' if they'll not confess, John. Elizabeth: I see what I see, John. The town's gone wild, I think. Abigail brings the other girls into the court, and Proctor: You will not judge me more, Elizabeth. I have good reason to think if they scream and howl and fall to the floor-- the person's clapped in the jail before I charge fraud on Abigail, and I will think on it. Let you look to your for bewitchin' them. own improvement before you go to judge your husband any more. I have forgot Abigail, and – Proctor: Oh, it is a black mischief. Elizabeth: And I. Proctor: Spare me! You forget nothin' and forgive nothin'. Learn charity, Elizabeth: I think you must go to Salem, John. You must tell them it is a woman. I have gone on tiptoe in this house all seven month since she is gone. fraud. I think they must be told. I have not mobed from there to there without I think to please you, and still Proctor: Aye it is, it is. an everlasting funeral marches around your heart. I cannot speak but I am Elizabeth: Let you go to Ezekiel Cheever-- he knows you well. And tell him doubted, every moment judged for lies, as though I come into a court when I what she said to you last week in her uncle's house. She said it had naught to come into this house! do with witchcraft, did she not? Elizabeth: John, you are not open with me. You saw her with a crowd, you Proctor: Aye, she did, she did. said. Now you – Elizabeth: God forbid you keep that from the court, John. I think they must Proctor: I'll plead my honesty no more, Elizabeth. be told. Elizabeth: John, I am only – Proctor: Aye, they must, they must. It is a wonder they do believe her. Proctor: No more! I should have roared you down when first you told me Mary Warren: Goody Osburn ----- will hang! There is a shocked pause, while your suspicion. But I wilted, and, like a Christian, I confessed. Confessed! she sobs. Some dream I must have mistaken you for God that day. But you're not, you're not, and let you remember it! Let you look sometimes for the goodness Proctor: Hang! He calls into her face. Hang, y'say? in me, and judge me not. Elizabeth: I do not judge you. The magistrate sits in your heart that judges Mary Warren: Aye. you. I never thought you but a good man, John -- with a smile -- only somewhat bewildered. Proctor: The Deputy Governor will permit it? Proctor: Oh, Elizabeth, your justice would freeze beer! He turns suddenly toward a sound outside. He starts for the door as Mary Warren enters. as soon Mary Warren: He sentenced her. He must. But not Sarah Good. For Sarah as he sees her, he goes directly to her and grabs her by the cloak, furious. How Good confessed, y'see. do you go to Salem when I forbid it? Do you mock me? Shaking her: I'll whip you if you dare leave this house again! Proctor: Confessed! To what? Mary Warren: I am sick I am sick, Mr. Proctor. Pray, pray, hurt me not. Her Mary Warren: That she-- in horror -- she sometimes made a compact with Lucifer, strangeness throws him off, and her evident pallor and weakness. He frees her. and wrote her name in his black book - with her blood - and bound herself to My insides are all shuddery; I am in the proceedings all day, sir. torment Christians till God's thrown down-- and we all must worship Hell Proctor: And what of these proceedings here? When will you proceed to keep forevermore. this house as you are paid nine pound a year to do -- and my wife not wholly Proctor: You will not go into court again, Mary Warren. well? Mary Warren: I must tell you, sir, I will be gone every day now. I am amazed you do as though to compensate, Mary Warren goes to Elizabeth with a small rag doll. not see the weighty work we do. Proctor: What work you do! It's strange work for a Christian girl to hang old women! Mary Warren: But, Mr. Proctor, they will not hang them if they confess. Sarah Good Mary Warren: I made a gift for you tday, Goody Proctor. I had to sit long will only sit in jail sometime -- recalling -- and here's a wonder for you; think on this. hours in a chair, and passed the time with sewing. Goody Good is pregnant! Elizabeth: Pregnant! Are they mad? The woman's near to sixty! Elizabeth: Why, thank you, it's a fair poppet. Mary Warren: They had Doctor Griggs examine er, and she's full to the brim. And smokin' a pipe all these years, and no husband either! But she's safe, thank God, for Mary Warren: We must all love each other now, Goody Proctor. they'll not hurt the innocent child. But be that not a marvel? You must see it, sir, it's God's work we do. So I'll be gone every day for some time. I'm -- I'm an official of Elizabeth: Aye, indeed, we must. the court, they say, and I -- She has been edging toward offstage. Proctor: I'll official you! He strides to the mantel, tkaes down the whip hanging there. He raises the whip and reaches for her. Mary Warren: I'll get up early in the morning and clean the house. I must Mary Warren: I saved her life today! sleep now. She turns and starts off. Silence. The whip comes down. Elizabeth: I am accused? Proctor: Mary. She halts. Is it true? There be fourteen women arrested? Mary Warren: Somewhat mentioned. But I said I never seen no sign you ever sent Mary Warren: No, sir. There be thrity-nine now -- she suddenly break off and your spirit out to hurt no one, and seeing I do live so closely with you, they dismissed sobs and sits down, exhausted. it. Elizabeth: Who accused me? Elizabeth: Why, she's weepin'! What ails you, child? Mary Warren: I am bound by law, I cannot tell it. To Proctor: I only hope you'll not Hale: This is a strange time. No man may longer doubt the powers of the dark be so sarcastical no more. Four judges and the King's deputy sat to dinner with us but are gathered in monstrous attack upon this village. There is too much evidence an hour ago. I -- I would have you speak civilly to me, from this out. now to deny it. You will agree sir? Proctor: Go to bed. Mary Warren: I'll not be ordered to bed no more, Mr. Proctor! I am eighteen and a Elizabeth: I think you must tell him, John. woman, however single! Proctor: Do you wish to sit up? Mary Warren: I wish to go to bed! Hale: What's that? Proctor: Good night, then! Exit Mary Warren. Proctor: I-- I have no witness and cannot prove it, except my word be taken. Elizabeth: Oh, the noose, the noose is up! But I know the children's sickness had naught to do with witchcraft. Proctor: There'll be no noose. Elizabeth: She wants me dead. I knew all week it would come to this! Hale: Naught to do--? Proctor, without conviction: They dismissed it. You heard her say--- Elizabeth: And what of tomorrow? She will cry me out until they take me! Proctor: Mr. Parris discovered them sportin' in the woods. They were startled Proctor: Sit you down. Elizabeth: She wants me dead, John, you know it! and took sick. Proctor: I say sit down! She sits, trembling. He speaks, quietly, tryin to keep his wits. Now we must be wise, Elizabeth. Hale: Who told you this? Elizabeth, with sarcasm, and a sense of being lost: Oh, indeed, indeed! Proctor: Fear nothing. I'll find Ezekiel Cheever. I'll tell him she said it were all sport. Proctor: Abigail Williams. She told me the day you came, sir. He grabs his coat and hurries out the door. Elizabeth puts her head in her hands, crying. Lights go off. Hale: Why-- why did you keep this? The end. Proctor: I have never knew until tonight that the world is gone daft with this Enter Mr. Hale nonsense. Proctor: Why, Mr. Hale! Good evening to you, sir. Come in, come in. Hale: Nonsense! Mister, I have myself examined Tituba, Sarah Good, and numerous others that have confessed to dealing with the Devil. They have Hale: I have some business with you. I know not if you are aware, but your confessed it. wife's name is-- mentioned in the court. Proctor: And why not, if they must hang for denyin' it? There are them that Proctor: We know it, sir. Our Mary Warren told us. We are entirely amazed. will swear to anything before they'll hang; have you never thought of that? Hale: In my ignorance I find it hard to draw a clear opinion of them that Hale: I have. I-- I have indeed. And you-- would you testify to this in court? 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-- Proctor: I-- had not reckoned with goin' into court. But if I must I will. Elizabeth: Rebecca's charged! You will never believe I hope, that Rebecca Enter Danforth trafficked with the Devil Proctor: Why, Mr. Danforth. Good evening. I hope you come not on business Hale: May it be, perhaps, that someone conjures you even now to say this? of the court. Mary Warren: Conjures me? Why, no, sir, I am entirely myself, I think. Ask Danforth: I do, Proctor, aye. I have a warrant for your wife. Abby, Abby sat beside me when I made it. Proctor: Who charged her? Proctor: Out with you! Danforth: Why, Abigail Williams charge her. Danforth: Proctor, you dare not touch the warrant. Proctor: On what proof, what proof? Proctor, ripping the warrant: Out with you! Danforth: Mr. Proctor, I have little time. The court bid me search your house, Danforth: You've ripped the Deputy Governor's warrant, man! I have nine but I like not to search a house. So will you hand me any poppets that you wife men outside. You cannot keep her. The law binds me, John, I cannot budge. may keep here? Elizabeth: John-- I think I must go with them. Elizabeth: I never kept no poppets, not since I were a girl. Proctor: I will bring you home. I will bring you soon. Danforth: I spy a poppet, Goody Proctor. Now, woman, will you please come with me? Elizabeth: Oh, John, bring me soon! Proctor: She will not! Fetch Mary here. Elizabeth is taken away and everyone leaves but Proctor and Marry Warren Hale: What signifies a poppet, Mr. Danforth? Mary Warren: Mr. Proctor, very likely they'll let her come home once they're given proper evidence. Danforth: Why-- it is a needle. The girl, Abigail Williams, sir. She sat to dinner in Reverend Parris's house tonight and falls to the floor, and screamed. And he Proctor: You're coming to the court with me, Mary. You will tell it in the goes to save her, and stuck two inches in the flesh of her belly, he draw a court. You will tell the court how that poppet come here and who stuck the needle out. And demandin' of her how she come to be so stabbed, she-- testify needle in. it were your wife's familiar spirit pushed it in. Mary Warren: She'll kill me for sayin' that! I cannot, they'll turn on me-- Proctor: Why, she done it herself! I hope you're not takin' this for proof, Mister! Here now! Mary, how did this poppet come into my house? Proctor: My wife will never die for me! Mary Warren: Why--I made it in the court sir, and-- give it to Goody Proctor Mary Warren: I cannot do it, I cannot... tonight. Proctor: Make your peace with it! Now Hell and Heaven grapple on our Proctor: You stuck that needle in yourself? backs, and all our old pretense is ripped away-- make your peace! Peace. It is providence, and no great change; we are only what we always were, but naked now. Aye, naked! And the wind, God's icy wind, will blow! Act 3 *Mary Warren interior monologue pages 77- ¾ down page 80* Parris: Beware this man, Your Excellency, he is mischief. Danforth: Now, sir, what is your purpose in so doing? Hale: I think you must hear the girl, sir, she-- Proctor: Why, I-- I would free my wife, sir. Danforth: Peace. What would you tell us, Mary Warren? Danforth: I tell you straight, Mister-- I have seen marvels in this court. I have seen people choked before my eyes by spirits; I have seen them stuck by pins Proctor: She never saw no spirits, sir. and slashed by daggers. I have until this moment not the slightest reason to suspect that the children may be deceiving me. Do you understand my Danforth: Never saw no spirits! meaning? Parris: They've come to overthrow the court, sir! This man is-- Parris: He's come to overthrow the court, Your Honor! Danforth: I pray you, Mr. Parris. Do you know, Mr. Proctor, that the entire Proctor: Now remember what the angel Raphael said to the boy Tobais. "Do contention of the state in these trials is that the voice of Heaven is speaking that which is good, and no harm shall come to thee." through the children? Mary Warren: Aye. Proctor: I know that, sir. Danforth: Come, man, we wait you. Danforth: And you, Mary Warren, how came you to cry out people for sending their spirits against you? Proctor: You cannot weep, Mary. Remember the angel, what he says to the boy. Hold to it, now; there is your rock. This is Mary Warren's deposition. I-- I Mary Warren: It were pretense, sir. would ask you to remember, sir, while you read it, that until two week ago she were no different than the other children are today. You saw her scream, she Danforth: Ah? And the other girls? They are also pretending? howled, she swore familiar spirits choked her; she even testified that Satan, in the form of women now in jail, tried to win her soul away, and when she Mary Warren: Aye, sir. refused-- Danforth: Indeed. Danforth: We know all this. Parris: Excellency, you surely cannot think to let so vile a lie be spread in open Proctor: Aye, sir. She swears now that she never saw Satan; nor any spirit, court! vague or clear, that Satan may have sent to hurt her. And she declares her friends are lying now. Danforth: Indeed not. I understand well, a husband's tenderness may drive him to extravagance in defense of a wife. Are you certain, Mister, that your Hale: Excellency, a moment. I think this goes to the heart of the matter. evidence is the truth? Danforth: It surely does. In an ordinary crime, how does one defend the Proctor: It is. accused? One calls up witnesses to prove his innocence. But witchcraft by its nature is an invisible crime, is it not? Therefore, who may possibly be witness to it? The witch and the victim. Now we cannot hope the witch will accuse Abigail: It is a lie, sir. herself. Therefore, we must rely upon her victims and they do testify, the children certainly do testify. Mary Warren, how came you to this turnabout? Danforth: Proctor, you are charging Abigail Williams with a marvelous cool Has Mr. Proctor threatened you? plot to murder, do you understand that? Mary Warren: No, sir. Proctor: I do, sir. I believe she means to murder. Danforth: Then you tell me that you sat in my court, callously lying, when you Danforth: This child would murder your wife? knew that people would hang by your evidence? Answer me! Parris: You say you never saw no spirits, Mary, were never threatened or Mary Warren: I did, sir. afflicted by any manifest of the Devil or the Devil's agents. Danforth: How were you instructed in your life? Do you not know that God Mary Warren: No, sir. damns all liars? Or is it now that you lie? Parris: But when people accused of witchery confronted you, you would faint, Mary Warren: No, sir-- I am with God now. saying their spirits choked you. Danforth: I will tell you this-- you are either lying now, or you were lying in Proctor: She only pretended to faint. Your excellency, they're all marvelous the court, and in either case you have committed perjury and will go to jail for pretenders. it. You cannot lightly say that you lied, Mary. Do you know that? Parris: Then can you faint now? Prove to us how you pretended in the court. Mary Warren: I cannot lie no more. I am with God, I am with God. Mary Warren: I-- I cannot faint now, sir. I have no sense of it now. Enter Abigail and the girls. Danforth: Might it be that here we have no afflicting spirit, but in the court Danforth: Sit you down, children. Your friend, Mary Warren, has given us a there was? deposition. In which she swears that she never saw familiar spirits, apparitions, or any manifest of the Devil. She claims as well that none of you have seen Mary Warren: I never saw no spirits. But I cannot do it. these things either. Now; children, this is a court of law. If she speak true, I bid you now drop your guile and confess your pretense, for a quick confession will Parris: Then you will confess, that it were spirits that made you faint! go easier with you. Abigail Williams, rise. Is there any truth in this? Mary Warren: No sir. I-- I used to faint because I-- I thought I saw spirits. Abigail: No, sir. But I did not, Your Honor. I cannot tell you how, but I did. It were only sport in the beginning, sir, but then the whole world cried spirits. But I promise you, Danforth: A poppet were discovered in Mr. Proctor's house, stabbed by a Mr. Danforth, I only thought I saw them but I did not. needle. Mary Warren claims that you say beside her when she made it, and that you saw how she herself stuck her needle into it for safe-keeping. What say Parris: Surely Your Excellency is not taken by this simple lie. you to that? Danforth: Abigail, is it possible that the spirits were illusion only, some Proctor: Aye, sir. deception that may cross your mind. Search your heart and tell me this. Danforth: Your wife, you say, is an honest woman. Abigail: I have been hurt, Mr. Danforth. I have been near to murdered every day because I done my duty pointing out the Devil's people. There is-- face Proctor: In her life, sir, she have never lied. turns, frightened. Danforth: Bring her out! Danforth: Apprehensively. What is it, child? Enter Elizabeth. Abigail: Looking in the air; clasping her arms about her as though cold. I-- I know not. A wind, a cold wind has come. Danforth: Come here, woman. Elizabeth comes to him, glancing at Proctor's back. Look at me only, not at your husband. In my eyes only. Eyes fall on Mary Warren Elizabeth, faintly: Good, sir. Proctor: She's pretending! Danforth: We are given to understand that at one time you dismissed your Danforth: Mary Warren, do you witch her? I say to you, do you send your servant, Abigail Williams. For what cause did you dismiss her? spirit out? Elizabeth, not knowing what to say, sensing a situation, wetting her lips to stall for time: Abigail: Oh, Heavenly Father, take away this shadow! She dissatisfied me. Pause. And my husband. Proctor: How do you call Heaven! Whore! Whore! Abigail is a whore! Danforth: In what way dissatisfied you? Danforth, dumfounded: You charge--? 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. Proctor: Mark her! Now she'll suck a scream to stab me with, but-- Danforth: Your husband-- Did he indeed turn from you? Danforth: You will prove this! This will not pass! Elizabeth, faintly: No, sir. Proctor, trembling, his life collapsing about him: I have known her, sir. I have known her. Danforth: Remove her, Marshal. Danforth: She-- she is a lecher? Proctor: Elizabeth, tell the truth! Proctor: She used to serve me in my house, sir. Danforth: She has spoken. Remove her! Danforth: And when she put this girl out of your house, she put her out for a Proctor, crying out: Elizabeth, I have confessed it! harlot? Elizabeth: Oh, God! The door closes behind her. *Mary Warren interior monologue* Proctor: She only thought to save my name! Abigail and the girls: Abby, you mustn't! Danforth: She spoke nothing of lechery, and this man had lied! Danforth, horrified: Mary Warren! Draw back your spirit out of them! Hale: I believe him! This girl has always struck me false! She has-- Mary Warren: Mr. Danforth! Abigail, to the rafters: You will not! Begone! Begone, I say! Abigail and the girls, cutting her off: Mr. Danforth! Danforth: What is it child? But Abigail, pointing in fear, is now raising up her Danforth: Have you compacted with the Devil? Have you? frightened eyes and awed face toward the ceiling. The girls are doing the same-- and now Parris and Danforth do the same. What's there? He lowers his eyes from the ceiling and Mary Warren: Never, never! now he is frightened; there is real tension in his voice. Child! She is transfixed with all the girls, she is whispering open-mouthed, agape at the ceiling. Girls! Why do you--? Abigail and girls: Never, never! Abigail: It's on the beam! Behind the rafter! Why--? She gulps. Why do you Danforth: Why can they only repeat you? come, yellow bird? Mary Warren: They're sporting. They--! Proctor: Where's a bird? I see no bird! Frantically. They're pretending, Mr. Danforth! Abigail and girls: They're sporting. Abigail: Oh, please, Mary! Don't come down. Her claws, she's stretching her Mary Warren, turning on them and stamping her feet: Abby, stop it! claws! Abby and girls: Abby, stop it! Proctor: Lies, lies! Mary Warren, screaming and raising her fists: STOP IT!!! Abigail: Mary, please don't hurt me! Girls: STOP IT!!! Mary Warren, to Danforth: I'm not hurting her! Danforth: A little while ago you were afflicted. Now it seems you afflict Danforth, to Mary Warren: Why does she see this vision? others; where did you find this power? Mary Warren: She sees nothin'! Mary Warren, staring at Abigail: I-- have no power. Abigail, stares at Mary Warren as if hypnotized: She sees nothing. Girls: I have no power. Mary Warren, pleading: Abby, you mustn't! Danforth: You have seen the Devil, you have made compact with Lucifer, Mary Warren, hysterically, indicating Proctor: He come at me by night and every have you not? day. My name, he wants my name. "I'll murder you," he says, "if my wife hangs! We must go and overthrow the court," he says! Mary utters something unintelligible, staring at Abby, who keeps watching the "bird" above. Proctor: Mary, Mary! Abigail, pointing upward: The wings! Her wings are spreading! Mary please don't, don't--! Mary Warren, screaming at him: No, I love God; I go your way no more. I love God, I bless God. Danforth: Will you speak! Danforth, to Proctor: I have seen your power; you will not deny it! What say Mary Warren, staring in horror: I cannot! you, Mister? Will you confess yourself befouled with Hell, or do you keep that black allegiance yet? What say you Mister? Will you confess yourself befouled Girls: I cannot! with Hell, or do you keep that black allegiance yet? What say you? Abigail, looking up: Look out! She's coming down! Proctor: I say-- I say-- God is dead! Laughs insanely. A fire, a fire is burning! I hear the boot of Lucifer, I see his filthy face! And it is my face and yours Girls run to one wall, shielding their eyes. They let out a gigantic scream, and Mary, too DanforthÉ God damns our kind especially and we will burn, we will burn screams. Proctor strides to her. together! Proctor: Mary, tell the Governor what they-- Mary rushes out of his reach, screaming in horror. Mary Warren: Don't touch me-- don't touch me! Girls halt at the door. Mary points at Proctor. You're the Devil's man! *Mary Warren interior monologue* Parris: Praise God! Girls: Praise God! Proctor, numbed: 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?  Parris, prayerfully holding up his hands: Excellency, hear me. It is a providence. Reverend Hale has returned to bring Rebecca Nurse to God. The Crucible: Act IV Danforth, surprise: He bid her confess? Parris, sitting: Hear me. Rebecca have not given me a word this three month since she Characters came here. Now she sits with him, and her sister and Martha Corey and two or three Danforth others, and he pleads with them, confess their crimes and save their lives. Parris Danforth: Why—this is indeed a providence. And they soften, they soften? Reverend Hale Parris: Not yet, not yet. But I thought to summon you, sir, that we might think on Herrick whether it be not wise, to—He dares not say it. I had thought to put a question, sir, and Elizabeth Proctor I hope you will not— John Proctor Danforth: Mr. Parris, be plain, what troubles you? In the Salem jail. Herrick is tidying the place, pushing old rags and straw into a corner. Hearing Parris: There is news, sir, that the court-- the court must reckon with. My footsteps, he turns, and enter Danforth. niece-- I believe she has vanished. I think she be aboard a ship. My daughter Herrick: Good morning, your Excellency. tells me how she heard them speaking of ships last week, and tonight I Danforth: Where is Mr. Parris? discover my-- my strongbox is broke into. Herrick: I’ll fetch him. He starts for the door. Danforth: Marshal. Herrick stops. When did Reverend Hale arrive? Herrick: It were toward midnight, I think. Danforth: She have robbed you? Danforth,