You did, you did! You drank a charm to kill John Proctor's wife! You drank a charm to kill Goody Proctor!
Betty, you never say that again! You will never . . .
And then he come one night to me, and hey say "Look! I have white people belong to me." And I look . . . and there was Goody Good.
Aye, Sir, and Goody Osborn.
Let you go Ezekiel Cheever . . . he knows you well. And tell him what she tell you last week in her uncle's house. She said it had naught to do with witchcraft, did she not?
Aye, she did, she did.
Tis hard proof! To hale: I find her poppet Goody Procter keeps. I have found it, sir. And in the belly of the poppet a needle's struck. I tell you true, Proctor, I never warranted to see such proof of hell, and I bid you not to obstruct me, for I . . .
The devils book? He come with a book?
My name, he wants my name. "I'll murder you," hey, says "If my wife hangs, We mus go and over throw the court," he says!
He come to me every night, and every day to sign, to sign, to . . .
A fire, a fire is burning! 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!