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Abigail, quavering, as she sits: I would never hurt Betty. I love her dearly.

Now look you, child, your punishment will come in its

time. But if you trafficked with spirits in the forest I must know

it now, for surely my enemies will, and they will ruin me with it.

But we never conjured spirits.

Abigail

Parris

Betty

No more! I should have roared you down when first you told me your suspicion. But I wilted, and, like a Christian, I confessed. 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 me not.

I do not judge you. The magistrate sits in your heart

that judges you. I never thought you but a good man, John—

with a smile—only somewhat bewildered.

You will not use me! I am no Sarah Good or Tituba.

I am John Proctor! You will not use me! It is no part of salvation

that you should use me!

I do not wish to—

Beguile me not! I blacken all of them when this is

nailed to the church the very day they hang for silence!

You have not sold your friends—


I have three children—how may I teach them to walk

like men in the world, and I sold my friends?

Proctor

Danforth

Proctor

Elizabeth

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Abigail, quavering, as she sits: I would never hurt Betty. I love her dearly.

Now look you, child, your punishment will come in its

time. But if you trafficked with spirits in the forest I must know

it now, for surely my enemies will, and they will ruin me with it.

But we never conjured spirits.

Abigail

Parris

Betty

No more! I should have roared you down when first you told me your suspicion. But I wilted, and, like a Christian, I confessed. 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 me not.

I do not judge you. The magistrate sits in your heart

that judges you. I never thought you but a good man, John—

with a smile—only somewhat bewildered.

You will not use me! I am no Sarah Good or Tituba.

I am John Proctor! You will not use me! It is no part of salvation

that you should use me!

I do not wish to—

Beguile me not! I blacken all of them when this is

nailed to the church the very day they hang for silence!

You have not sold your friends—


I have three children—how may I teach them to walk

like men in the world, and I sold my friends?

Proctor

Danforth

Proctor

Elizabeth

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Abigail, quavering, as she sits: I would never hurt Betty. I love her dearly.

Now look you, child, your punishment will come in its

time. But if you trafficked with spirits in the forest I must know

it now, for surely my enemies will, and they will ruin me with it.

But we never conjured spirits.

Abigail

Parris

Betty

No more! I should have roared you down when first you told me your suspicion. But I wilted, and, like a Christian, I confessed. 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 me not.

I do not judge you. The magistrate sits in your heart

that judges you. I never thought you but a good man, John—

with a smile—only somewhat bewildered.

You will not use me! I am no Sarah Good or Tituba.

I am John Proctor! You will not use me! It is no part of salvation

that you should use me!

I do not wish to—

Beguile me not! I blacken all of them when this is

nailed to the church the very day they hang for silence!

You have not sold your friends—


I have three children—how may I teach them to walk

like men in the world, and I sold my friends?

Proctor

Danforth

Proctor

Elizabeth

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Abigail, quavering, as she sits: I would never hurt Betty. I love her dearly.

Now look you, child, your punishment will come in its

time. But if you trafficked with spirits in the forest I must know

it now, for surely my enemies will, and they will ruin me with it.

But we never conjured spirits.

Abigail

Parris

Betty

No more! I should have roared you down when first you told me your suspicion. But I wilted, and, like a Christian, I confessed. 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 me not.

I do not judge you. The magistrate sits in your heart

that judges you. I never thought you but a good man, John—

with a smile—only somewhat bewildered.

You will not use me! I am no Sarah Good or Tituba.

I am John Proctor! You will not use me! It is no part of salvation

that you should use me!

I do not wish to—

Beguile me not! I blacken all of them when this is

nailed to the church the very day they hang for silence!

You have not sold your friends—


I have three children—how may I teach them to walk

like men in the world, and I sold my friends?

Proctor

Danforth

Proctor

Elizabeth

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Abigail, quavering, as she sits: I would never hurt Betty. I love her dearly.

Now look you, child, your punishment will come in its

time. But if you trafficked with spirits in the forest I must know

it now, for surely my enemies will, and they will ruin me with it.

But we never conjured spirits.

Abigail

Parris

Betty

No more! I should have roared you down when first you told me your suspicion. But I wilted, and, like a Christian, I confessed. 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 me not.

I do not judge you. The magistrate sits in your heart

that judges you. I never thought you but a good man, John—

with a smile—only somewhat bewildered.

You will not use me! I am no Sarah Good or Tituba.

I am John Proctor! You will not use me! It is no part of salvation

that you should use me!

I do not wish to—

Beguile me not! I blacken all of them when this is

nailed to the church the very day they hang for silence!

You have not sold your friends—


I have three children—how may I teach them to walk

like men in the world, and I sold my friends?

Proctor

Danforth

Proctor

Elizabeth

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  • Abigail, quavering, as she sits: I would never hurt Betty. I love her dearly.
  • Abigail
  • But we never conjured spirits.
  • Betty
  • Now look you, child, your punishment will come in itstime. But if you trafficked with spirits in the forest I must knowit now, for surely my enemies will, and they will ruin me with it.
  • Parris
  • Elizabeth
  • I do not judge you. The magistrate sits in your heartthat judges you. I never thought you but a good man, John—with a smile—only somewhat bewildered.
  • No more! I should have roared you down when first you told me your suspicion. But I wilted, and, like a Christian, I confessed. 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 me not.
  • Proctor
  • I have three children—how may I teach them to walklike men in the world, and I sold my friends?
  • Proctor
  • You will not use me! I am no Sarah Good or Tituba.I am John Proctor! You will not use me! It is no part of salvationthat you should use me!
  • Beguile me not! I blacken all of them when this isnailed to the church the very day they hang for silence!
  • Danforth
  • I do not wish to—
  • You have not sold your friends—
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