Elizabeth: The Deputy Governor promise hangin’ if they’ll not confess, John. The town’s gone wild, I think. She speak of Abigail, and I thought she were a saint, to hear her. Abigail brings the other girls into the court, and where she walks the crowd will part like the sea for Israel. And folks are brought before them, and if they scream and howl and fall to the floor—the person’s clapped in the jail for bewitchin’ them.
Proctor: ".... Confessed! Some dream I had must have mistaken you for God that day. But you're not, you're not, and let you remember it! Let you look sometimes for the goodness in me and judge met not."
Proctor, laughing bitterly: Oh, Elizabeth, your justice would freeze beer! (Mary warren walks in) How do you go to Salem when I forbid it? Do you mock me? Shaking her: I’ll whip you if you dare leave this house again!
Elizabeth delicately: "Adultery, John."
Proctor, as though a secret arrow had pained his heart: "Aye..."
Cheever, wide-eyed trembling: The girl, the Williams girl, sir. She sat to dinner in Reverend Parris'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. And he goes to save her, and, stuck two inches in the flesh of her belly, he draw a needle out. And demandin' of her how she come to be so stabbed, she testify it were your wife's familiar pushed it in.