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!