The Crucible Mary Warren ALL LINES

Mercy: Oh, Jesus! What’ll we do, the whole village is out!
Mercy: (Mimicking her) What’ll we do? I just come from the farm, the whole country’s talkin’ witchcraft! They’ll be callin’ us witches, Abby!
Mercy: (Mimicking her) They’ll be callin’ us witches, Abby. She means to tell, I know it. Abby, we’ve got to tell. Witchery’s a hangin’ error, a hangin’ like they done in Boston two year ago! We must tell the truth, Abby!-you’ll only be whipped for dancin’, and the other things!
Abigail: Oh, we’ll be whipped! I never done none of it, Abby, I only looked!
Abigail: …I can make you wish you had never seen the sun go down! (Betty cries) Now you…it up and stop this! What’s got her? Abby, she’s going to die It’s a sin to conjure, and we…
Abigail: I say shut it, Mary Warren! Oh! I’m just going home, Mister Proctor.
Proctor: Be you foolish, Mary Warren? Be you deaf? I forbid you to leave the house, did I not? Why shall I pay you?-I am looking for you more often than my cows! I only come to see the great doings in the world.
Proctor: Oh, Elizabeth, your justice would freeze beer. (To Mary) How do you go to Salem when I forbid it! Do you mock me? I’ll whip you if you dare to leave this house again! I am sick, I am sick, Mister Proctor. Pray, pray hurt me not. My insides are all shuddery; I am i the proceedings all day, sir.
Proctor: And what of these proceedings her?-when will you proceed to keep this house as you are paid nine pound a year to do?-and my wife not wholly well? I made a gift for you today, Goody Proctor. I had to sit long hours in a chair, and passed the time with sewing.
Elizabeth: Why, thank you, it is a fair poppet. We must all love each other now, Goody Proctor.
Elizabeth: Aye, indeed we must. I’ll get up early in the morning and clean the house. I must sleep now.
Proctor: Mary. Is it true there be fourteen women arrestes now? No, sir. There be thirty nine now…
Elizabeth: Why, she’s weepin’! What ails you, child? Goody Osburn…will hang!
Proctor: Hang! Hang, y’say? Aye
Proctor: The Deputy Governor will permit it? He sentenced her. He must-but not Sarah Good. For Sarah Good confessed, y’see.
Proctor: Confessed! To what? That she sometimes made a compact with Lucifer, and wrote her name in his black book-with her blood-and bound herself to torment Christians till God’s thrown down…and we all must worship Hell forevermore.
Proctor: But surely you known what a jabberer she is. Did you tell them that? Mister Proctor, in open court she near to choked us all to death.
Proctor: How choked you? She sent her spirit out.
Elizabeth: Oh, Mary, Mary, surely you… She tried to kill me many times, Goody Proctor!
Elizabeth: Why, I never heard you mention that before. I never knew it before. I never knew anything before. When she come into the court I say to myself, I must not accuse this woman, for she sleep in ditches, and so very old and poor…but then…then she sit there denying and denying, and I feel a misty coldness climbin’ up my back, and the skin on my skull begin to creep, and I feel a clamp around my neck and I cannot breathe air; and then…I hear a voice, a screamin’ voice, and it were my voice…and all at once I remembered everything she done to me!
Proctor: Why?-what did she do to you? So many time, Mister Proctor, she come to this very door beggin’ bread and a cup of cider-and mark this-whenever I turned her away empty-she mumbled.
Elizabeth: Mumbled! She may mumble, hungry, But what does she mumble? You must remember, Goody Proctor-last month-a Monday, I think-she walked away and I thought my guts would burst for two days away. Do you remember it?
Elizabeth: Why…I do, I think, but… And so I told that to Judge Hathorne, and he asks her so-“Goody Good,” says he, “what curse do you mumble that this girl must fall sick after turning you away?” And then she replies: “Why your excellence, no curse at all, I only say my commandments; I hope I may say my commandments,” says she!
Elizabeth: And that’s an upright answer. Aye, but then Judge Hathorne say, “Recite for us your commandments!” And of all the ten she could not say a single one. She never knew no commandments, and they had her in a flat lie!
Proctor: And so condemned her? Why, they must when she condemned herself.
Proctor: But the proof, the proof? I told you the proof-it’s hard proof, hard as rock the judges said.
Proctor: You will not go to that court again, Mary Warren. I must tell you, sir, I will be gone every day now. I am amazed you do not see what weighty work we do.
Proctor: What work you do! It’s strange work for a Christian girl to hang old women! But, Mister Proctor, they will not hang them if they confess. Sarah Good will only sit in jail for some time…and here’s a wonder for you, think on this. Goody Good is pregnant!
Elizabeth: Pregnant! Are they mad? The woman’s near to sixty! They had Doctor Griggs examine her and she’s full to the brim. And smokin’ a pipe all these years and no husband either! But she’s safe, thank God, for they’ll not hurt the innocent child. But be that not a marvel? You must see it sir, it’s God’s work we do. So I will be gone every day for some time. I’m…I’m an official of the court, they say, and I…
Proctor: I’ll official you! I’ll not stand whipping anymore! The Devil’s loose in Salem, Mister Proctor, we must discover where he’s hiding!
Proctor: I’ll whip the Devil out of you! I saved her life today!
Elizabeth: I am accused? You are somewhat mentioned. But I said I never see no sign you ever sent your spirit out to hurt no one, and seeing I do live so closely with you, they dismissed it.
Elizabeth: Who accused me? I am bound by law; I cannot tell it. I…I hope you’ll not bee so sarcastically no more-four judges and the king’s deputy sat to dinner with us but an hour ago. I…I would have you speak civilly to me from this out.
Proctor: Go to bed. I’ll not be ordered to bed no more, Mister Proctor! I am eighteen and a woman, however single!
Proctor: Do you wish to sit up?-then sit up. I wish to go to bed!
Proctor: Good night then! Good night.
Proctor: Here now! Mary, how did this poppet come into my house? What poppet’s that, sir?
Proctor: This poppet, this poppet. Why, I…I think it is mine.
Proctor: It is your poppet, is it not? It…is sir.
Proctor: And how did it come into this house? Why…I made it in the court, sir, and…give it to Goody Proctor tonight.
Hale: Mary Warren…a needle have been found inside this poppet. Why, I meant no harm by it, sir…
Proctor: You stuck that needle in yourself? I…I believe I did, sir, I…
Hale: Child…you are certain this be your natural memory? May it be, perhaps. That some one conjures you even now to say this? Bid him begone, Mister. Your mind is surely settled now. Bid him out, Mister.
Hale: Mary…you charge a cold and cruel murder on Abigail. Murder! I charge no murder!
Corey: Good night, then. Mister Proctor, very likely they’ll let her come home once they’re given proper evidence.
Proctor: You’re coming to court wit me, Mary. You will tell it in court. I cannot charge murder on Abigail…
Proctor: You will tell the court how that poppet came here and who stuck the needle in. She’ll kill me for sayin’ that! Abby’ll charge lechery on you, Mister Proctor!
Proctor: She’s told you! I have known it, sir. She’ll ruin you with it, I know she will.
Proctor: Good. Then her saintliness is done with, We will slide together into our pit. You will tell the court what you know. I cannot. They’ll turn on me.
Proctor: My wife will never die for me. I will bring your guts into your mouth, but that goodness will not die for me. I cannot do it. I cannot.
Proctor: Make your peace with it. Now Hell and Heaven grapple on our backs, and all our old pretense is ripped away. Make your peace. (Throws her down) I cannot.
Danforth: And you, Mary Warren…how came you to cry out people for sending their spirits against you? It were pretense, sir
Danforth: Ah? And the other girls? Susanna Walcott, and…the others? They are also pretending? Aye, sir
Danforth: …Now, by God’s grace, the shining sun is up, and them that fear not light will surely praise it. I hope you will be one of those. (Sob)
Proctor: No, she’s not, sir. Now remember what the angel Raphael said to the boy Tobias. Remember it. Aye.
Proctor: Forgive him, sir, for his old age. Peace, Giles, we’ll prove it all now. (Sob)
Danforth:…Mary Warren, how came you to this turnabout? Has Mister Proctor threatened you for this deposition? No, sir.
Danforth: Has he ever threatened you? No, sir.
Danforth: Has he threatened you? No, sir.
Danforth: Then you will tell me that you sat in my court, callously lying when you knew that people would hang by your evidence? Answer me! I did, sir.
Danforth: How were you instructed in your life? Do you not know that ********s all liars? Or is it now that you lie? No, sir-I am with God now.
Danforth: You are with God now. Aye, sir.
Danforth:…You cannot lightly say you lied, Mary. Do you know that? I cannot lie no more. I am with God, I am with God…
Danforth: You would still go on with this? Aye, sir.
Danforth: In a moment, sir. What is this dancing? I…Mister Proctor…
Hathorne: You say you never saw no spirits, Mary, were never threatened or afflicted by any manifest of the Devil or the Devil’s agents? No, sir.
Hathorne: And yet, when people accused of witchery confronted you in court, you would ain’t, saying their spirits came out of their bodies and choked you. That were pretense, sir.
Danforth: I cannot hear you. Pretense, sir.
Parris: Why not? Now there are no spirits attacking her, for none in this room is accused of witchcraft. So let her turn herself cold now, let her pretend she is attacked now. Let her faint. Faint! Faint?
Parris: Aye, faint! Prove to us how you pretended in the court so many times. I…cannot faint now, sir.
Proctor: Can you not pretend it? I have no sense of it now, I…
Danforth: Why? What is lacking now? I…cannot tell, sir, I…
Danforth: Might it be that here we have no afflicting spirit loose, but in the court there were some? I never saw no spirits.
Parris: Then see no spirits now, and prove to us that you can faint by your own will, as you claim. I…cannot do it.
Parris: Your Excellency, this is a trick to blind the court. It’s not a trick! I…I used to faint because….I…I thought I saw spirits.
Danforth: Thought you saw them! But I did not, Your Honor.
Hathorne: How could you think you saw them unless you saw them? I…I cannot tell how, but I did. I…I heard the other girls screaming, and you, your Honor, you seemed to believe them, and I…it were only sport in the beginning, sir, but then the whole world cried spirits, spirits, and I…I promise you, Mister Danforth, I only thought I saw them but I did not.
Abigail: I…I know not. A wind, a cold wind has come. Abby!
Mercy: Mary, do you send this shadow on me? Lord save me!
Abigail: I freeze-I freeze. Abby, don’t do that!
Danforth: Mary Warren, do you witch her? I say to you, do you send your spirit out! Let me go, Mister Proctor, I cannot, I cannot…
Abigail: But God made my face; you cannot want to tear my face. Envy is a deadly sin, Mary. Abby!
Abigail: Oh, Mary, this is a black art to change your shape. No, I cannot, I cannot stop my mouth; it’s God’s work I do… Abby, I’m here!
Abigail: Mary, please don’t hurt me! I’m not hurting her!
Hale: You cannot believe them. She sees nothin’!
Abigail: She sees nothin’! Abby, you mustn’t!
Abigail: Abby, you mustn’t! I’m here, I’m here!
Danforth: Mary Warren!-draw back your spirit out of them! Mister Danforth…!
Danforth: Have you ever compacted with the Devil? Have you? Never, never!
Proctor: Give me a whip-I’ll stop it! They’re sporting!
Abigail: They’re sporting! Abby, stop it!
Abigail: Abby, stop it! Stop it!!!
Abigail: Stop it!!! Stop it.
Danforth: A little while ago you were afflicted. Now it seems you afflict others; where did you find this power? I…have no power.
Danforth: Why did you turn about this past two weeks? You have seen the Devil, have you not? I…
Proctor: Mary, tell the Governor what they… Don’t touch me…don’t touch me!
Proctor: Mary! You are the Devil’s man!
Proctor: Mary, how…? I’ll not hang with you! I love God, I love God!
Danforth: He bid you do the Devil’s work? He come at me by night and every day to sign, to sign, to…
Parris: The Devil’s book? He come with a book? My name, he want my name; I’ll murder you he says, if my wife hangs! We must go and overthrow the court, he says…!
Proctor: Mister Hale…! He wake me every night, his eyes were like coals and his fingers claw at my neck, and I sign, I sign…
Proctor: Mary, Mary…! No, I love God, I go your way no more, I love God, I bless God…Abby, Abby, I’ll never hurt you more!

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