Be his helper! What profit him to bleed? Shall the dust praise him? Shall the worms declare his truth? Go to him, take his shame away!
He have his goodness now. God forbid I take it from him!
"Hale drops to his knees"
You will not judge me more, Elizabeth. I have good reason to think before I charge fraud on Abigail, and I will think on it. Let you look to your own improvement before you go to judge your husband any more. I have forgot Abigail, and-
"Elizabeth collapse against the bars of the window and crys"
"Hale weeps in frantic prayer"
Spare me! You forget nothin’ and forgive nothin’. Learn charity, women. I have gone tiptoe in this house all seven months since she is gone. I have not moved from there to there without I think to please you, and still an everlasting funeral marches round your heart. I cannot speak but I am doubted, every moment judged for lies, as though I come into a court when I come into this house!