"I pray you, good Sir. Who is this woman? - and wherefore is she here set up to public shame."
"I am stranger, and have been a wanderer, sorely against my will. I have met with grievous mishaps by sea and land, and have been long held in bonds among the heathen folk, to the southward."
"Knowing your natural temper better than I, he could the better judge what arguments to use, whether of tenderness or terror, such as might prevail over your hardness and obstinacy."
Rev. John Wilson
"I charge thee to speak out the name of thy fellow-sinner and thy fellow-sufferer!"
Rev. Arthur Dimmesdale
"They have doomed Mistress Prynne to stand only a space of three hours on the platform of the pillory, an then and thereafter, for the remainder of her natural life, to wear a mark of shame upon her bosom."
"Hist, hist! Wilt thou go with us tonight? There will be a merry company in the forest; and I well-nigh promised the Black Man that comely Hester Prynne should make one."
"From the moment that we came down the old church steps together, a married pair, I might have beheld the bale of fire of the scarlet letter blazing at the end of our path."
"Come and look into this fair garden. It may be we shall see flowers there; more beautiful ones than we find in the woods."
"Speak thou for me! Thou wast my pastor, and hadst changed my soul, knowest me better than these men can."
"There is the likeness of the scarlet letter running along by her side! Come, therefore, and let us sling mud at them!"
"My old studies in alchemy and my sojourn, for above a year past, among a people well versed in the kindly properties of simples, have made a better physician of me than that many that can claim the medical degree."
"A good evening to you, venerable Father Wilson! Come up hither, I pray you, and pass a pleasant hour with me!"
Rev. Arthur Dimmesdale
"You search his thoughts. You burrow and rankle in his heart! Your clutch is on his life, and you cause him to die daily a living death; and still he knows you not."
"It is our fate. Let the black flower blossom as it may. Now go thy ways, and deal as thou wilt with yonder man."
"The sunshine does not love you. It runs away and hides itself, because it is afraid of something on your bosom. Now see! There it is, playing, a good way off. Stand here, and let me run and catch it."