"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."