The Crucible (Giles Corey) Lines

I’ve not said a word, No one can testify I’ve said a word. Is she going to fly again? I hear she flies. There is hard sickness here, Giles Corey, so please to keep the quiet.
You are allowed six pound a year to buy your wood, Mr. Parris. Where is my wood? My contract provides I be supplied with all my firewood. I am waiting since November for a stick, and even in November I had to show my frostbitten hands like some London beggar.
Aye, and well instructed in Arithmetic! The salary is sixty-six pound, Mr. Proctor! I am not some preaching farmer with a book under my arm; I am a graduate of Harvard college.
I’ve changed my opinion of this man, John. Mr. Parris, I beg your pardon, I never thought you had so much iron in you. What say you, Giles, let’s find the party. He says there’s a party.
It suggests to the mind what the trouble be among us all these years. Think on it. Wherefore is everybody suing everybody else? Think on it now, it’s a deep thing, and dark as a pit. I have been six time in court this year. Why, thank you, Giles!
John Proctor, I have only last month collected four pound damages for you publicly sayin’ I burned the roof off your house, and I- Is it the Devil’s fault that a man cannot say you good morning without you clap him for defamation? You’re old, Giles, and you’re not hearin’ so well as you did.
That’s God’s truth; he nearly willed away my north pasture but he knew I’d break his fingers before he’d set his name to it. Let’s get your lumber home, John. I feel a sudden will to work coming on. Your grandfather had a habit of willing land that never belonged to him, if I may say it plain.
Aye, and we’ll win too, Putnam- this fool and I. Come on! You load one oak of mine and you’ll fight to drag it home!
He don’t believe in witches. No, no, these are farmers. John Proctor –
No- no, John, I think not. I have some few queer questions of my own to ask this fellow. I never spoke on witches one way or the other. Will you come, Giles?
Mr. Hale, I have always wanted to ask a learned man – what signifies the readin’ of strange books? Come, Mr. Hale, let’s get on. Sit you here.
I cannot tell; she hides them. What books?
Martha, my wife. I have waked at night many a time and found her in a corner, readin’ of a book. Now what do you make of that? Who does this?
It discomfits me! Last night – mark this – I tried and tried and could not say my prayers. And then she close her book and walks out of the house, and suddenly – mark this – I could pray again! Why, that’s not necessarily –
I’m not sayin’ she’s touched the Devil, now, but I’d admire to know what books she reads and why she hides them. She’ll not answer me, y’see. Ah! The stoppage of a prayer – that is strange. I’ll speak further on that with you.
That’s deep, Mr. Parris, deep, deep! What victory would the Devil have to win a soul already bad? It is the best the Devil wants, and who is better than the minister?
John! God keep you both; let the third child be quickly baptized, and go you without fail each Sunday in to Sabbath prayer; and keep a solemn, quiet way among you. I think –
They take my wife and Rebecca Nurse! Giles! What’s the matter?
I never said my wife were a witch, Mr. Hale; I only said she were reading books! Man, remember, until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven.
That bloody mongrel Walcott charge her. Y’see, he buy a pig of my wife four or five year ago, and the pig died soon after. So he come dancin’ in for his money back. So my Martha, she says to him, “Walcott, if you haven’t the wit to feed a pig properly, you’ll not live to own many,” she says. Now he goes to court and claims that from that day to this he cannot keep a pig alive for more than four weeks because my Martha bewitch them with her books! Mr. Corey, exactly what complaint were made on your wife?
It’s a pity, Ezekiel, that an honest tailor might have gone to Heaven must burn in Hell. You’ll burn for this, do you know it? I do, Proctor, aye. I am a clerk of the court, now, y’know.
And yet silent, minister? It is fraud, you know it is fraud! What keeps you, man? I will not have her chained!
John – tell me, are we lost? Leave me, Francis, leave me.
Let you think on it. We’ll come early, eh? Go home now, Giles. We’ll speak on it tomorrow.
Good night, then. Aye. Go now, Giles.
I have evidence for the court! I do not hurt them. I scorn it!
Thomas Putnam is reaching out for land! You will keep your seat!
You’re hearing lies, lies! Remove that man, Marshall!
I have evidence. Why will you not hear my evidence? Hands off, damn you, let me go! Arrest him, excellency!
Out of the way, Willard! I bring evidence that will Giles, Giles!
You, Mr. Hale, go in there and demand I speak. Pray be calm a moment.
They’ll be hanging my wife! A moment, sir, a moment.
You’re not a Boston judge yet, Hathorne. You’ll not call me daft! How do you dare come roarin’ into this court! Are you gone daft, Corey?
I am asked the question, and I am old enough to answer it! My name is Corey, sir, Giles Corey. I have six hundred acres, and timber in addition. It is my wife you be condemning now. Giles Corey, sir, and a more contentious –
They be tellin’ lies about my wife, sir, I have proof of it. And how do you imagine to help her cause with such contemptuous riot? Now be gone. Your old age alone keeps you out of jail for this.
Your excellency, we mean no disrespect for – Do you take it upon yourself to determine what this court shall believe and what it shall set aside?
Your excellency, I only said she were readin’ books, sir, and they come and take her out of my house for – Disrespect indeed! It is disruption, Mister. This is the highest court of the supreme government of this province, do you know it?
It is my third wife, sir; I never had no wife that be so taken with books, d’y’understand, and I thought to find the cause of it, d’y’see, but it were no witch I blamed her for. I have broke charity with the woman, I have broke charity with her. Books! What books?
She has been strivin’ with her soul all week, Your Honor; she comes now to tell the truth to you. She were, Your Honor. When I go to fetch her to the court last week, she said she were sick.
Never. Never saw no spirits!
John, my disposition, give him mine. Come, man, we wait you.
You know I never hired a lawyer in my life, Hathorne. What lawyer drew this, Corey?
I have the best, sir – I am thirty-three time in court in my life. And always plaintiff, too. You have no legal training, Mr. Corey?
I am never put-upon; I know my rights, sir, and I will have them. You know, your father tried a case of mine – might be thirty-five year ago, I think. Oh, then you’re much put-upon.
He never spoke to you of it? Indeed?
That’s strange, he give me nine pound damages. He were a fair judge, your father. Y’see, I had a white mare that time, and this fellow come to borrow the mare – Aye, there he is. No, I cannot recall it.
A fart on Mr. Putnam, that is what I say to that! Mr. Putnam states your charge is a lie. What say you to that?
My proof is there! If Jacobs hangs for a witch he forfeit up his property – that’s law! And there is none but Putnam with the coin to buy so great a piece. This man is killing his neighbors for their land! What proof do you submit for your charge, sir?
The proof is there! I have it from an honest man who heard Putnam say it! The day his daughter cried out on Jacobs, he said she’d given him a fair gift of land. But proof, sir, proof.
What name? And the name of this man?
Why, I – I cannot give you his name. The man that gave you this information.
You know well why not! He’ll lay in jail if I give his name! And why not?
(Quieytly)I will not give you no name, I mentioned my wife’s name once and I’ll burn in hell long enough for that. I stand mute. You will surely tell us the name.
This is a hearing; you cannot clap me for contempt of a hearing. In that case, I have no choice but to arrest you for contempt of this court, do you know that?
I cannot give you no name, sir, I cannot. Oh, it is a proper lawyer! Do you wish me to declare the court in full session here? Or will you give me a good reply?
I’ll cut your throat, Putnam, I’ll kill you yet! (jail until u decide to answer all questions.-Go AFTER PUTNAM)No, Giles!
Say nothin’ more, John. He’s only playin’ you! He means to hang us all! Peace, Giles, peace.
Aye, now she is solemn and goes to hang people! Excellency, she were under Tituba’s power at that time, but she is solemn now,

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