TO HALE, showing the needle: You see it, sir, it is a needle!
Hale
Cheevers
WIDE EYED, TREMBLING: The girl, Abigail Williams, sir. She sat to dinner in Reverand Pariss's house tonight, and without word nor warnin' she falls to the floor. Like a struck beast, he says, and screamed a scream that a bull would weep to hear. He goes to save her, and, stuck two inches deep, he drew a needle out. To Proctor: Testify if it were your wife's spirit who pushed it in.
Why, she done it herself! To Hale: I hope your'e not takin' this for proof, Mister!
Proctor
Proctor
frantically: They're pretending, Mr. Danforth
Mary
On her feet with a spring, and horrified, pleading: Abby!
Oh, Mary, this is a black art to change your shape. I cannot stop my mouth; it's gods work I do.
Abigail: But God made my face; you cannot want to tear my face. Envy is a deadly sin, Mary.
Abigail (and girls)
Proctor
with a cry of his whole soul: Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! How may I live without my name? I have given you my soul; leave my name!
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! You will give me your honest confession, or I cannot save you from the rope
Danforth
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