I look for John Proctor that took me from my sleep and put knowledge in my heart! I never knew what pretense Salem was, I never knew the lying lessons I was taught by all these Christian women and their covenanted men! And now you bid me tear the light out of my eyes? I will not, I cannot! You loved me, John Proctor, and whatever sin it is, you love me yet!
You drank blood, Abby! You didn't tell him that!
You did, you did! You drank a charm to kill John Proctor's wife! You drank a charm to kill Goody Proctor!
She thinks to dance with me on my wife's grave! And well she might, for I thought of her softly. God help me, I lusted, and there is a promise in such sweat. But it is a whore's vengeance, and you must see it.
Mister Proctor, if I should tell you now that I will let her be kept another month; and if she begin to show her natural signs, you shall have her living yet another year until she is delivered—(Looks at Proctor.) what say you to that? (Proctor is struck silent.)
She sat to dinner in Reverend Parris' house tonight, and without word nor warnin', she falls to the floor. Like a struck beast, he says, and screamed a scream that a bull would weep to hear. And he goes to save her, and stuck two inches in the flesh of her belly he draw a needle out. And demandin' of her how she come to be so stabbed, she... (To Proctor.) testify it were your wife's familiar spirit pushed it in.
I like it not that Mr. Parris should lay his hand upon my baby. I see no light of God in that man. I'll not conceal it.
And mark this. Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word, about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you. And you know I can do it; I saw Indians smash my dear parents' heads on the pillow next to mine and I have seen some reddish work done at night, and I can make you wish you had never seen the sun go down!
I want the light of God, I want the sweet love of Jesus! I danced for the Devil; I saw him, I wrote in his book; I go back to Jesus; I kiss His hand. I saw Sarah Good with the Devil! I saw Goody Osburn with the Devil! I saw Bridget Bishop with the Devil
"he say mister parris must be kill! mr. parris no goodly man, mr parris mean man and no gentle man, and he bid me rise out of my bed and cut your throat! but i tell him 'no! i don't hate that man. i don't want kill that man.' but he say, 'you work for me, tituba, and i make you free! i give you pretty dress to wear, and put you way up in the air, and you gone fly back to barbados!' and i say, 'you lie devil, you lie!' and then he come one stormy night to me, and he say, 'look! i have white people belong to me.' and i look- and there was goody good."