Soup? What sort of soup was in this kettle, Abigail?Abigail, it may be your cousin is dying-Did you call the Dvil last night? 4
I think I ought to say that-I saw a kettle in the grass where they were dancing. 2
She called the Devil!6
Why-common dancing is all. 1
I never called him! Tituba called him!5
That were only soup. 3
Sit your down...4
They dismissed it. You heard her say... 2
Abigail wants me dead; I knew all week it would come to this! 1
She wants me dead, John, you know it!. 5
And what of tomorrow?-she will cry me out until they take me! 3
In the proper place-where mu beast are bedded. On the last night of my joy, some eight months past. She used to serve me in the house, sir. A man may think God sleeps, but God sees everything. I know it now. I beg you, sir, I beg you-see her for what she is. My wife, my dear good wife took this girl soon after, sir, and put her out on the high road.And being what she is, a lump of vanity, sir. Excellency, forgive me, forgive me. She thinks to dance with me on my wife's gravel! And well she might!- for I thought of her softly, God help me, I lusted, and there is a promise in such sweat! But is a whore's vengeance, and you must see it; I set myself entirely in your hands, I know you must see it now.
Abigail Williams, you deny every scrap and title of this?
If I must answer that, I will leave and I will not come back again.