She says she would not judge him. He says he is not a good man, and if he goes to the hanging without confessing, he is saying he is a good man. She says it is not hers to give. He asks again. She says he needs to forgive himself, but she almost sobs as she says it.
She says it takes a cold wife to turn a man into a lecher. He is taking her sins upon himself, she says. Hathorne enters and asks Proctor what he would say. Dawn is breaking. Proctor says he wants his life, and Hathorne leaves, saying that Proctor is going to confess. Proctor turns to his wife and asks her if what he has done is evil, and she sobs, saying she will not judge.
But at that, Proctor balks. He does not want to write his confession out. He will confess verbally but he will not sign. Proctor is in the middle of making his verbal confession when Rebecca Nurse enters. She is shocked and dismayed to hear him confess.
Danforth asks Proctor if he ever saw any of the others with the Devil, but Proctor denies ever seeing any of them with the Devil. Then Danforth says he cannot accept the confession, as it is a lie. Others have already said they saw these people, including Rebecca Nurse, with the Devil.
If that is true, Proctor counters, then why does he need Proctor to also say it? It is enough, he says, that he is convicting himself. When Danforth protests, Proctor says that God sees his sins and that is enough. He says he has three children and he cannot teach them what is right and good if he sells his friends out.
Proctor tears the paper and crumples it. Danforth calls for the Marshal, while Parris and Hale plead with Proctor to change his mind. But Proctor says he will go to his death with at least some goodness in him. As Elizabeth bursts into tears, he tells her not to cry because that gives them pleasure.
Fourteen people are now in jail. If these accused witches do not confess, they will be hanged. Whoever Abigail and her troop name as they go into hysterics is arrested for bewitching the girls. Proctor can barely believe the craze, and he tells Elizabeth that Abigail had sworn her dancing had nothing to do with witchcraft.
Elizabeth wants him to testify that the accusations are a sham. He says that he cannot prove his allegation because Abigail told him this information while they were alone in a room. Elizabeth loses all faith in her husband upon hearing that he and Abigail were alone together. Proctor demands that she stop judging him. He says that he feels as though his home is a courtroom, but Elizabeth responds that the real court is in his own heart.
When Mary Warren returns home, she gives Elizabeth a doll that she sewed in court, saying that it is a gift. She reports that thirty-nine people now stand accused.
John and Mary argue over whether Mary can continue attending the trials. Proctor instructs Mary to go to bed, but she demands that he stop ordering her around. Hale visits the Proctors because he wants to speak with everyone whose name has been mentioned in connection with witchcraft.
He has just visited Rebecca Nurse. Hale proceeds to ask questions about the Christian character of the Proctor home. He notes that the Proctors have not often attended church and that their youngest son is not yet baptized.
Hale asks them to recite the Ten Commandments. Proctor obliges but forgets the commandment prohibiting adultery. Taken aback, Hale replies that many have already confessed. Proctor points out that they would have been hanged without a confession. Rebecca is charged with the supernatural murders of Mrs.
A man bought a pig from Martha Corey and it died not long afterward; he wanted his money back, but she refused, saying that he did not know how to care for a pig. Every pig he purchased thereafter died, and he accused her of bewitching him so that he would be incapable of keeping one alive.
Hale fol- learning for it. Cheever stands and follows, Hathorne behind. Parris, from a safe distance, offers. If you desire a cup of cider, Mr. Proctor, I am Proctor. Giles is dead. Parris raises his palms toward Proctor. God He looks at her incredulously. Parris goes out.
When were he hanged? Proctor walks to her, halts. It is as though they stood in a spinning world. It is beyond sorrow, above it. Elizabeth quietly, factually. He were not hanged. So he stand mute, and his throat. He pats her hand. She covers his hand with died Christian under the law. And so his sons will hers. And then, weak, he sits. Then she sits, facing him. It is the law, for he could not be con- demned a wizard without he answer the indictment, Proctor.
The child? It grows. Then how does he die? There is no word of the boys? Elizabeth gently. They press him, John. You have not seen them? Great stones they lay upon his chest until Elizabeth. I have not. She catches a weakening in he plead aye or nay. You are a—marvel, Elizabeth.
And died. You—have been tortured? Proctor numbed—a thread to weave into his agony. They come Elizabeth. It were a fearsome9 man, Giles Corey. I know it. Proctor with great force of will, but not quite look- pause ing at her. I have been thinking I would confess to Proctor. None—have yet confessed? She shows nothing. If I give them that? There be many confessed. I cannot judge you, John. Who are they? There be a hundred or more, they say. Goody Ballard is one; Isaiah Goodkind is one.
There Proctor simply—a pure question. What would you be many. As you will, I would have it. Not Rebecca. She is one foot in Heaven now; naught may hurt her more. Proctor pauses, then with a flailing of hope. Have she confessed? And Giles? She will not. You have not heard of it? John, I counted myself so plain, so poorly Proctor.
It is a pretense, Elizabeth. Suspicion kissed you when I did; I never knew how I should Elizabeth. What is? It were a cold house I kept! In fright, Proctor. I cannot mount the gibbet like a saint. It is a she swerves, as Hathorne enters. I am not that man. My honesty Hathorne. What say you, Proctor? The sun is soon up. She comes to him as though to plead, her voice quaking. Do what you will. But let none be your That speak goodness in you.
There be no higher judge under Heaven than Proctor is! Forgive me, forgive me, John—I never Proctor. Spite only keeps me silent. It is hard to give knew such goodness in the world! She covers her a lie to dogs. For the first time he turns directly face, weeping. I would have your forgiveness, Elizabeth. Proctor turns from her to Hathorne; he is off the Elizabeth. It is not for me to give, John, I am— earth, his voice hollow.
Let Proctor. I want my life. It is pretense for me, a vanity that will not blind God Hathorne electrified, surprised. I will have my life. Elizabeth upon a heaving sob that always threatens. Hathorne with a mystical tone.
God be praised! It John, it come to naught that I should forgive you, if is a providence! Now he turns away a little, is heard calling down the corridor. He will confess! It is not my soul, John, it is yours. He Proctor will confess! Why do feet with a great immortal longing to find his answer. It you cry it? In great pain he turns back to her.
It is is difficult to say, and she is on the verge of tears. Only evil, is it not? It is evil. I cannot judge you, do, it is a good man does it. He turns his doubting, John, I cannot! I have read my heart this three month, John. Then who will judge me? It needs a cold wife to prompt lechery. He moves as an animal, and a Proctor in great pain. Enough, enough— fury is riding in him, a tantalized search. I think it is Elizabeth now pouring out her heart. Better you honest, I think so; I am no saint.
As though she had should know me! Let Rebecca go like Proctor. I will not hear it! I know you! You take my sins upon you, John— Voices are heard in the hall, speaking together in Proctor in agony. No, I take my own, my own!
I am not your judge, I cannot be. Praise to though giving him release Do as you will, do as God, man, praise to God; you shall be blessed in you will!
Heaven for this. Cheever has hurried to the bench Proctor. Would you give them such a lie? Say it. Proctor watches him. Now Would you ever give them this? She cannot answer. Are you ready, Mr. You would not; if tongs of fire were singeing you Proctor with a cold, cold horror at their efficiency. Good, then—it is evil, and Why must it be written? I do it!
Why, for the good instruction of the vil- Hathorne enters with Danforth, and, with them, lage, Mister; this we shall post upon the church Cheever, Parris, and Hale. It is a businesslike, rapid door! Parris runs to the door and calls down the corridor. Now, then, Mister, will you speak slowly, Proctor almost inaudibly. He Danforth, now sensing trouble, glances at John and is on record now, and is really dictating to Cheever, goes to the table, and picks up a sheet—the list of who writes.
Proctor, have you seen the Devil in condemned. Come, man, there Danforth. Did you ever see her sister, Mary Easty, is light in the sky; the town waits at the scaffold; I with the Devil?
Did you see the Devil? No, I did not. I did. Danforth his eyes narrow on Proctor. Did you ever Parris. Praise God! And when he come to you, what were his Proctor. I did not. Proctor is silent. Danforth helps. Did he bid you to do his work upon the earth? Danforth realizing, slowly putting the sheet down.
Did you ever see anyone with the Devil? He did. And you bound yourself to his service? Danforth turns, as Rebecca Nurse enters, with Danforth. Proctor, you mistake me. I am not Herrick helping to support her. She is barely able to empowered to trade your life for a lie. You have walk. Come in, come in, woman! Proctor, a score of people Rebecca brightening as she sees Proctor. Ah, John! Proctor turns his face to the wall. Then it is proved. Why must I say it? Courage, man, courage—let her witness Danforth.
Why, you should your good example that she may come to God her- rejoice to say it if your soul is truly purged of any self. Now hear it, Goody Nurse! Say on, Mr. They think to go like saints. I like not to Rebecca astonished. Why, John! Proctor, do Rebecca. Now, woman, you surely see it profit Proctor evading. Look you, sir. I think you mistake your Rebecca.
Oh, John—God send his mercy on you! It matters nothing what she thought— Danforth. I say, will you confess yourself, Goody she is convicted of the unnatural murder of children, Nurse? Why, it is a lie, it is a lie; how may I damn Warren. Your soul alone is the issue here, Mister, myself? I cannot, I cannot. When the Devil came to you in a Christian country. Will you tell me now what did you see Rebecca Nurse in his company?
Come, man, take courage—did you ever Proctor is silent. To your knowledge was Rebecca see her with the Devil? Nurse ever—. I speak my own sins; I cannot judge Here! I have confessed myself; it is enough! You have not con— for it. I have confessed myself! Is there no good Hale quickly to Danforth.
Excellency, it is enough penitence but it be public? God does not need my he confess himself. Let him sign it, let him sign it. God sees my name; Parris feverishly. It is a great service, sir. It is a God knows how black my sins are!
It is enough! Proctor— confess. I beg you, let him sign it. The sun is up, Proctor. You will not use me! I am no Sarah Good or Excellency! It is Danforth considers; then with dissatisfaction. Come, no part of salvation that you should use me! I do not wish to— him. Cheever goes to Proctor, the confession and a pen in hand.
Proctor does not look at it. Come, man, Proctor. I have three children—how may I teach sign it. Proctor after glancing at the confession. You have all witnessed it—it is enough. You have not sold your friends— Proctor. Beguile me not! I blacken all of them when Danforth. You will not sign it? You have all witnessed it; what more is for silence! Proctor, I must have good and legal Danforth.
Do you sport with me? You will sign your proof that you— name or it is no confession, Mister! His breast heav- ing with agonized breathing, Proctor now lays the Proctor. You are the high court, your word is good paper down and signs his name.
Tell them I confessed myself; say Proctor broke his knees and wept like a woman; say what Parris. Praise be to the Lord! It is the same, is it not? But Proctor snatches it up, and now If I report it or you sign to it? Proctor He knows it is insane. No, it is not the same! What others say and what I sign to is not the same!
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