Doth he you pray to say that he is God?
It is the Prince of Darkness, and not God.
MARY.
There is a dark shape whispering in her ear.
HATHORNE.
What does it say to you?
MARTHA.
I see no shape.
HATHORNE.
Did you not hear it whisper?
MARTHA.
I heard nothing.
MARY.
What torture! Ah, what agony I suffer!
Falls into a swoon.
HATHORNE.
You see this woman cannot stand before you.
If you would look for mercy, you must look In God's way, by confession of your guilt.
Why does your spectre haunt and hurt this person?
MARTHA.
I do not know.He who appeared of old In Samuel's shape, a saint and glorified, May come in whatsoever shape he chooses.
I cannot help it.I am sick at heart!
COREY.
O Martha, Martha! let me hold your hand.
HATHORNE.
No; stand aside, old man.
MARY (starting up).
Look there! Look there!
I see a little bird, a yellow bird Perched on her finger; and it pecks at me.
Ah, it will tear mine eyes out!
MARTHA.
I see nothing.
HATHORNE.
'T is the Familiar Spirit that attends her.
MARY.
Now it has flown away.It sits up there Upon the rafters.It is gone; is vanished.
MARTHA.
Giles, wipe these tears of anger from mine eyes.
Wipe the sweat from my forehead.I am faint.
She leans against the railing.
MARY.
Oh, she is crushing me with all her weight!
HATHORNE.
Did you not carry once the Devil's Book To this young woman?
MARTHA.
Never.
HATHORNE.
Have you signed it, Or touched it?
MARTHA.
No; I never saw it.
HATHORNE.
Did you not scourge her with an iron rod?
MARTHA.
No, I did not.If any Evil Spirit Has taken my shape to do these evil deeds, I cannot help it.I am innocent.
HATHORNE.
Did you not say the Magistrates were blind?
That you would open their eyes?
MARTHA (with a scornful laugh).
Yes, I said that;
If you call me a sorceress, you are blind!
If you accuse the innocent, you are blind!
Can the innocent be guilty?
HATHORNE.
Did you not On one occasion hide your husband's saddle To hinder him from coming to the sessions?
MARTHA.
I thought it was a folly in a farmer To waste his time pursuing such illusions.
HATHORNE.
What was the bird that this young woman saw Just now upon your hand?
MARTHA.
I know no bird.
HATHORNE.
Have you not dealt with a Familiar Spirit?
MARTHA.
No, never, never!
HATHORNE.
What then was the Book You showed to this young woman, and besought her To write in it?
MARTHA.
Where should I have a book?
I showed her none, nor have none.
MARY.
The next Sabbath Is the Communion Day, but Martha Corey Will not be there!
MARTHA.
Ah, you are all against me.
What can I do or say?
HATHORNE.
You can confess.
MARTHA.
No, I cannot, for I am innocent.
HATHORNE.
We have the proof of many witnesses That you are guilty.
MARTHA.
Give me leave to speak.
Will you condemn me on such evidence,--
You who have known me for so many years?
Will you condemn me in this house of God, Where I so long have worshipped with you all?
Where I have eaten the bread and drunk the wine So many times at our Lord's Table with you?
Bear witness, you that hear me; you all know That I have led a blameless life among you, That never any whisper of suspicion Was breathed against me till this accusation.
And shall this count for nothing? Will you take My life away from me, because this girl, Who is distraught, and not in her right mind, Accuses me of things I blush to name?
HATHORNE.
What! is it not enough? Would you hear more?
Giles Corey!
COREY.
I am here.
HATHORNE.
Come forward, then.
COREY ascends the platform.
Is it not true, that on a certain night You were impeded strangely in your prayers?
That something hindered you? and that you left This woman here, your wife, kneeling alone Upon the hearth?
COREY.
Yes; I cannot deny it.
HATHORNE.
Did you not say the Devil hindered you?
COREY.
I think I said some words to that effect.
HATHORNE.
Is it not true, that fourteen head of cattle, To you belonging, broke from their enclosure And leaped into the river, and were drowned?
COREY.
It is most true.
HATHORNE.
And did you not then say That they were overlooked?
COREY.
So much I said.
I see; they're drawing round me closer, closer, A net I cannot break, cannot escape from! (Aside).
HATHORNE.
Who did these things?
COREY.
I do not know who did them.
HATHORNE.
Then I will tell you.It is some one near you;You see her now; this woman, your own wife.
COREY.
I call the heavens to witness, it is false!
She never harmed me, never hindered me In anything but what I should not do.
And I bear witness in the sight of heaven, And in God's house here, that I never knew her As otherwise than patient, brave, and true, Faithful, forgiving, full of charity, A virtuous and industrious and good wife!
HATHORNE.
Tut, tut, man; do not rant so in your speech;You are a witness, not an advocate!
Here, Sheriff, take this woman back to prison.
MARTHA.
O Giles, this day you've sworn away my life!
MARY.
Go, go and join the Witches at the door.
Do you not hear the drum? Do you not see them?
Go quick.They're waiting for you.You are late.
[Exit MARTHA; COREY following.
COREY.
The dream! the dream! the dream!
HATHORNE.
What does he say?
Giles Corey, go not hence.You are yourself Accused of Witchcraft and of Sorcery By many witnesses.Say, are you guilty?
COREY.
I know my death is foreordained by you, Mine and my wife's.Therefore I will not answer.
During the rest of the scene he remains silent.
HATHORNE.
Do you refuse to plead?--'T were better for you To make confession, or to plead Not Guilty.--Do you not hear me?--Answer, are you guilty?
Do you not know a heavier doom awaits you, If you refuse to plead, than if found guilty?
Where is John Gloyd?
GLOYD (coming forward).
Here am I.
HATHORNE.
Tell the Court Have you not seen the supernatural power Of this old man? Have you not seen him do Strange feats of strength?
GLOYD.
I've seen him lead the field, On a hot day, in mowing, and against Us younger men; and I have wrestled with him.
He threw me like a feather.I have seen him Lift up a barrel with his single hands, Which two strong men could hardly lift together, And, holding it above his head, drink from it.
HATHORNE.
That is enough; we need not question further.
