Danforth: I will not receive a single plea for pardon or postponement. Them that will not confess will hang. Twelve are already executed; the names of these seven are given out, and the village expects to see them die this morning. Postponement now speaks a floundering on my part; reprieve or pardon must cast doubt upon the guilt of them that died till now.
Danforth: Have you speak with them all, Mr.Hale?
Hale: All but Proctor. He is in the dungeon.
Hale: I beg oyu, woman, prevail upon your husband to confess. Let him gives his life. Quail not before God's judgment in his, for it may well be God damns a liar less than he that throws his life away nfor pride. Will you plead with him? I cannot think he will listen to another.
Elizabeth: I promise nothing. Let me speak with him.
John Proctor: I have confessed myself! Is there no good penitence but it be public? God does not need my name nailed upon the church! God sees my name; God knows how black my sins are! It is enough!
Hale: Man, you will hang! You cannot!
Danforth: Mr. Proctor, I must have good and legal proof that you.
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