You’ll speak nothin’ of Elizabeth!
John Proctor
But I will cut off my hand before I’ll ever reach for you again.
John Proctor
[a strikingly beautiful girl,with an endless capacity for dissembling]
Abigail Williams (commentary)
There be no blush about my name
Abigail Williams
It’s a bitter woman, a lying, cold, snivelling woman,
Abigail Williams
I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you.
Abigail Williams
I want to open myself!…I want the light of god..
Abigail Williams
She made me do it!
Abigail Williams
[There is a narrow window…a candle still burns…]
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