DANFORTH, to Mary: He bid you do the Devil's work? MARY WARREN, hysterically, indicating Proctor: He come at me by night and every day to sign, to sign, to- DANFORTH: Sign what? PARRIS: The Devil's book? He come with a book? MARY WARREN, hysterically, pointing at Proctor, fearful of him: My name, he want my name. PARRIS: Praise God! GIRLS: Praise God! PROCTOR, numbed: Mary, how-? MARY WARREN: I'll not hang with you! I love God, I love God. PROCTOR: Mary, tell the Governor what they- (He has hardly got a word out, when, seeing him coming for her, she rushes out of his reach, screaming in horror.) MARY WARREN: Don't touch me-don't touch me! (At which the girls halt at the door.) PROCTOR, astonished: Mary! MARY WARREN, pointing at Proctor: You're the Devil's man! He is stopped in his tracks. Parris! PUTNAM: Don’t you understand it, sir? There is a murdering witch among us, bound to keep himself in the dark. For how else is she struck dumb now except some power of darkness would stop her mouth? It is a marvelous sign, Mr. Parris! And mark this proof! Last night my Ruth were ever so close to their little spirits I know it, sir.
PUTNAM: I take it on my soul, but who else may surely tell us what person murdered my babies? PARRIS, horrified: Woman! MRS. PARRIS: Goody Ann, it is a formidable sin to conjure up the dead! MRS. PUTNAM: Tituba knows how to speak to the dead, Mr. And so I thought to send her to your Tituba- PARRIS: To Tituba! What may Tituba-? MRS. A secret child she has become this year, and shrivels like a sucking mouth were pullin’ on her life too. And now, this year, my Ruth, my only-I see her turning strange. I have spoke nothin', but my heart has clamored intimations.
And yet, each would wither in my arms the very night of their birth.
Believe me, sir, you never saw more hearty babies born. PUTNAM: Reverend Parris, I have laid seven babies unbaptized in the earth.
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