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A NOTE ON THE HISTORICAL ACCURACY OF THIS PLAY. This play is not history in the sense in which the word is used by the academic historian. Dramatic. performance of 'THE CRUCIBLE is subject to payment of a royalty. It is give credit to the Author as sule and exclusive Author of the Play on the title page of all . ABIGAIL: Uncle? Susanna Wallcott's here from Dr. Griggs. PARRIS: Oh? The Doctor. (Rising.) Let her come, let her come. ABIGAIL: Come in Susanna. ( Susanna.


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The Crucible Arthur Miller A NOTE ON THE HISTORICAL ACCURACY OF THIS PLAY This play is not history in the sense in which the word is used by the. The Crucible, Act II. Biblical The Crucible makes many biblical allusions. For example, Act I whose convictions help to set the play's action in motion. As you . One way you can classify characters in The Crucible is by the roles they play in the community. Using a chart like the one shown, identify the characters and their .

She goes to the bed to look. Will you leave me now, Thomas? I would pray a while alone. Why do you not go down and - PARRis: To Putnam: I have no answer for that crowd. Hale arrives. To get Mrs. Putnam to leave: If you will, Goody Ann Now look you, sir. Let you strike out against the Devil, and the village will bless you for it! Come down, speak to them - pray with them. Parris, swayed: I will not discuss it. The cause is yet u nk nown. I have had enough contention since I came; I want no more.

Aye, mum. Putnam goes out. If she starts for the window, cry for me at once. I will, uncle. Orris, to Putnam: There is a terrible power in her arms to-day. He goes out with Putnam. How is Ruth sick? Abigail, turns at once and goes to Betty, and now, with fear in her voice: She shakes her. Now stop this! Sit up now! Mercy comes over. I gave Ruth a good one and it waked her for a minute. Here, let me have her. Abigail, holding Mercy back: Listen, now; if they be questioning us, tell them we danced - 1 told him as much already, Mercy: And what more?

He saw you naked. Oh, Jesus! She is seventeen, a subservient, naive, lonely girl. Mary Warren: The village is out! Mercy, pointing and looking at Maty Warren: She means to tell, I know it. We Act One 19 must tell the truth, Abby! I never done none of it, Abby.

Mercy, moving menacingly toward Mary: What a grand peeping courage you have! Betty, on the bed, whimpers. Abigail turns to her at once. She goes to Betty. Now, Betty, dear, wake up now. She sits Betty up and furiously shakes her. Betty whimpers. My, you seem improving. I talked to your papa and I told him everything. I want my mama! What ails you, Betty? Let me fly! She raises her arms as though to fly, and streaks for the window, gets one leg out.

Abigail, pulling her away from the window: I told him every-thing,' he knows now, he knows everything we - Betty: You drank blood, Abby! Betty, you never say that again! You will never— Betty: You did, you did! You drank a charm to kill Goody Proctor! Abigail, smashes her across the face: Shut it! Now shut it!

Barry, collapsing on the bed: Mama, Mama! She dissolves into sobs. Now look you. All of you. We danced. And that is all. And mark this. Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word, about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you.

She goes to Betty and roughly sits her up. Now, you - sit up and stop this' But Betty collapses in her hands and lies inert on the bed. Abigail stares in fright at Betty. Enter John Proctor. On seeing him, Mary Warren leaps in fright, Proctor was a farmer in his middle thirties, He need not have been a partisan of any faction in the town, but there is evidence to suggest that he had a sharp and biting way with hypocrites.

He was the kind of man - powerful of body, even-tempered, and not easily led - who cannot refuse support to partisans with-out drawing their deepest resentment. But as we shall see, the steady manner he displays does not spring from an untroubled soul. He is a sinner, a sinner not only against the moral fashion of the time, but against his own vision of decent conduct. These people had no ritual for the washing away of sins. It is another trait we inherited from them, and it has helped to discipline us as well as to breed hypocrisy among us.

Proctor, respected and even feared in Salem, has Act One 21 come to regard himself as a kind of fraud. But no hint of this has yet appeared on the surface, and as he enters from the crowded parlor below it is a man in his prime we see, with a quiet confidence and an unexpressed, hidden force. Mary War-ren, his servant, can barely speak for embarrassment and fear. Be you foolish, Mary Warren? Be you deaf? I for-bid you 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. Trying to retain a shred of dignity, she goes slowly out.

Mercy Lewis, both afraid of him and strangely titillated: I have my Ruth to watch. Good morning, Mr. Mercy sidles out. He glances at her, then goes to Betty on the bed. Proctor, looking at Abigail now, the faintest suggestion of a knowing smile on his face: The road past my house is a pilgrimage to Salem all morning.

Oh, posh! Winningly she comes a little closer, with a 22 The Crucible confidential, wicked air. She took fright, is all. Proctor, his smile widening: A trill of expectant laughter escapes her, and she dares come closer, feverishly looking into his eyes. He takes a step to go, and she springs into his path. Give me a word, John. A soft word.

Her concentrated desire destroys his smile. No, no, Abby. Abigail, tauntingly: You come five mile to see a silly girl fly? I know you better. Proctor, setting her firmly out of his path: With final emphasis: Put it out of mind, Abby. Abigail, grasping his hand before he can release her: Abby, I never give you hope to wait for me.

I have something better than hope, I thi nk! Y ou know me better. I know how you clutched my back behind your house and sweated like a stallion whenever I come near! Or did I dream that? I saw your face when she put me out, and you loved me then and you do now!

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Act One Proctor: A wild thing may say wild things. But not so wild, I think. I have seen you since she put me out; I have seen you nights. I have hardly stepped off my farm this sevenmonth. I have a sense for heat, John, and yours has drawn me to my window, and I have seen you looking up, burning in your loneliness.

I may have looked up. Abigail, now softening: And you must. You are no wintry man. I know you, John. I know you. She is weeping. She clutches him desperately. Proctor, gently pressing her from him, with great sympathy but firmly: Child - Abigail, with a pash of anger: How do you call me child!

Abby, I may think of you softly from time to time. Wipe it out of mind. We never touched, Abby. Aye, but we did. Aye, but we did not. Abigail, with a bitter anger: Oh, I marvel how such a strong man may let such a sickly wife be - Proctor, angered - at himself as well: She is blackening my name in the village! She is tell- 24 The Cmcibie ing lies about me! She is a cold, sniveling woman, and you bend to her!

Let her turn you like a - Proctor, shaking her: A psalm is heard being sung below. Abigail, in tears: I look for John Proctor that took me from my sleep and put knowledge in my heart! I never knew what pretense Salem was, I never knew the lying lessons I was taught by all these Christian women and their covenanted men!

And now you bid me tear the light out of my eyes? I will not, I cannot! You loved me, John Proctor, and whatever sin it is, you love me yet! He turns abruptly to go out.

She rushes to him. John, pity me, pity me! She hurries to Betty, who is now sitting up and screaming. Girl, what ails you?

Introduction

Stop that wailing! The singing has stopped in the midst of this, and now Parris rushes in. What happened? What are you doing to her? Putnam enters, feverish with curiosity, and with her Thomas Putnam and Mercy lewis. The psalm! Act One 25 Parris: God forbid. Mercy, run to the doctor!

Mercy Lewis rushes out. Mark it for a sign, mark it! Rebecca Nurse, seventy-two, enters. She is white-haired, leaning upon her walking-stick. Putnam, pointing at the whimpering Betty: That is a notorious sign of witchcraft afoot, Goody Nurse, a prodigious sign! My mother told me that! When they cannot bear to hear the name of - Parris, trembling: He is knotted with muscle, canny, inquisitive, and still powerful. There is hard sickness here, Giles Corey, so please to keep the quiet.

Is she going to fly again? I hear she flies. Man, be quiet now! Everything is quiet. Rebecca walks across the room to the bed. Gentleness exudes from her.

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Betty is quietly whimpering, eyes shut, Rebecca simply stands over the child, who gradually quiets. And while they are so absorbed, we may put a word in for Rebecca. Rebecca was the wife of Francis Nurse, who, from all accounts, was one of those men for whom both sides of the argument had to have respect. He was called upon to arbitrate disputes as though he were an unofficial judge, and Rebecca also enjoyed the high opinion most people had for him. By the time of the delusion, they had three hundred acres, and their children were settled in separate homesteads within the same 26 The Crucible estate.

However, Francis had originally rented the land, and one theory has it that, as he gradually paid for it and raised hi: Another suggestion to explain the systematic campaign against Rebecca, and inferentially against Francis, is the land war he fought with his neighbors, one of whom was a Putnam. This squabble grew to the proportions of a battle in the woods be-tween partisans of both sides, and it is said to have lasted for two days. As for Rebecca herself, the general opinion of her character was so high that to explain how anyone dared cry her out for a witch - and more, how adults could bring them-selves to lay hands on her - we must look to the fields and boundaries of that time.

In addition, certain families allied to the Nurses by blood or friendship, and whose farms were contiguous with the Nurse farm or close to it, combined to break away from the Salem town authority and set up Tops-field, a new and independent entity whose existence was re-sented by old Salemites. To top it all, Mrs. Putnam could know, Mrs. Putnam, astonished: What have you done?

Rebecca, in thought, now leaves the bedside and sits. Act One 27 Parris, wondrous and relieved: What do you make of it, Rebecca? Putnam, eagerly: Goody Nurse, will you go to my Ruth and see if you can wake her? Rebecca, sitting: Pray calm your-selves. I have eleven children, and I am twenty-six times a grandma, and I have seen them all through their silly seasons, and when it come on them they will run the Devil bowlegged keeping up with their mischief.

This is no silly season, Rebecca. My Ruth is bewildered, Rebecca; she cannot eat. Perhaps she is not hungered yet. I hope you are not decided to go in search of loose spirits, Mr.

Then let you come out and call them wrong.

Did you consult the wardens before you called this minister to look for devils? He is not coming to look for devils! This society will not be a bag to swing around your head, Mr. Did you call a meeting before you -? I am sick of meetings; cannot the man turn his head without he have a meeting? Pray, John, be calm. He defers to her. If so he is, then let us go to God for the cause of it. There is prodigious danger in the seeking of loose spirits. I fear it, I fear it.

Let us rather blame ourselves and - PutNAM: How may we blame ourselves? I am one of nine sons; the Putnam seed have peopled this province. And yet I have but one child left of eight - and now she shrivels! I cannot fathom that. Putnam, with a growing edge of sarcasm: But I must! There are wheels within wheels in this village, and fires within fires! When Reverend Hale comes, you will pro-ceed to look for signs of witchcraft here. Proctor, to Putnam: You cannot command Mr.

We vote by name in this society, not by acreage. I never heard you worried so on this society, Mr. I do not think I saw you at Sabbath meeting since snow flew. I have trouble enough without I come five mile to hear him preach only hellfire and bloody damnation. Take it Act One 29 to heart, Mr. There are many others who stay away from church these days because you hardly ever mention God any more.

Parris, now aroused: I do not preach for children, Rebecca. It is not the children who are unmindful of their obligations toward this ministry. Are there really those unmindful? And more than that! 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!

You are allowed six pound a year to download your wood, Mr. I regard that six pound as part of my salary. I am paid little enough without I spend six pound on firewood. Sixty, plus six for firewood - PARRis: The salary is sixty-six pound, Mr. I am not some preaching farmer with a book under my arm; I am a graduate of Harvard College.

Aye, and well instructed in arithmetic! Corey, you will look far for a man of my kind at sixty pound a year! I am not used to this poverty; I left a thrifty business in the Barbados to serve the Lord. I do not 30 The Crucible fathom it, why am I persecuted here? I cannot offer one propo-sition but there be a howling riot of argument. I have often wondered if the Devil be in it somewhere; I cannot understand you people otherwise. Parris, you are the first minister ever did demand the deed to this house - Parris: To live in, yes.

But to ask ownership is like you shall own the meeting house itself; the last meeting I were at you spoke so long on deeds and mortgages I thought it were an auction. I want a mark of confidence, is all! I am your third preacher in seven years. I do not wish to be put out like the cat whenever some majority feels the whim. There is either obedience or the church will bum like Hell is burning! Can you speak one minute without we land in Hell again? I am sick of Hell!

It is not for you to say what is good for you to hear! I may speak my heart, I thi nk! Parris, in a fury: What, are we Quakers? We are not Quakers here yet, Mr. And you may tell that to your followers! My followers! There is a party in this church. Against you? Against him and all authority! Why, then I must find it and join it. There is shock among the others. He does not mean that. He confessed it now! No, you cannot break charity with your minister.

You are another kind, John. Clasp his hand, make your peace. I have a crop to sow and lumber to drag home. He goes angrily to the door and turns to Corey with a smile. Parris, I beg your pardon. I never thought you had so much iron in you.

Parris, surprised: Why, thank you, Giles! It suggests to the mind what the trouble be among us all these years.

To all: Think on it. Wherefore is everybody suing everybody else? Giles - he cannot be crossed: Parris, Surprised: GILEs - he cannot be crossed: Now come along, Giles, and help me drag my lumber home. A moment, Mr. My lumber. From out my forest by the riverside. Why, we are surely gone wild this year.

What anarchy is this? In your bounds! He had no right to sell it. Y our grandfather had a habit of willing land that never belonged to him, if I may say it plain. I feel a sudden will to work coming on. Come on! He turns to Proctor and starts out.

Enter Reverend John Hale of Beverly. Hale is nearing forty, a tight-skinned, eager-eyed intel-lectual. This is a beloved errand for him; on being called here Act One 33 to ascertain witchcraft he felt the pride of the specialist whose unique knowledge has at last been publicly called for. Like almost all men of learning, he spent a good deal of his time pondering the invisible world, especially since he had himself encountered a witch in his parish not long before.

That woman, however, turned into a mere pest under his searching scrutiny, and the child she had allegedly been afflicting recovered her normal behavior after Hale had given her his kindness and a few days of rest in his own house. And his belief is not to his discredit. The Devil is precise. And it is no accident that we should be so bemused.

Like Reverend Hale and the others on this stage, we conceive the Devil as a necessary part of a respectable view of cosmology.

Ours is a divided empire in which certain ideas and emotions and actions are of God, and their opposites are of Lucifer. The concept of unity, in which positive and negative are attributes of the same force, in which good and evil are relative, ever-changing, and always joined to the same phenom-enon - such a concept is still reserved to the physical sciences and to the few who have grasped the history of ideas.

Our difficulty in believing the - for want of a better word - political inspiration of the Devil is due in great part to the fact that he is called up and damned not only by our social antagonists but by our own side, whatever it may be.

Luther was himself accused of alliance with Hell, and he in turn accused his enemies. To complicate matters further, he believed that he had had contact with the Devil and had argued theology with him.

I am not surprised at this, for at my own university a professor of history - a Lutheran, by the way - used to as-semble his graduate students, draw the shades, and commune in the classroom with Erasmus. At this writing, only England has held back before the temptations of contemporary diabolism. In the countries of the Communist ideology, all resistance of any import is linked to the totally malign capitalist succubi, and in America any man who is not reactionary in his views is open to the charge of alliance with the Red hell.

Political opposition, thereby, is given an inhumane overlay which then justifies the abrogation of all normally applied customs of civilized inter-course. A political policy is equated with moral right, and opposition to it with diabolical malevolence. Once such an equation is effectively made, society becomes a congerie of plots and counterplots, and the main role of government changes from that of the arbiter to that of the scourge of God.

The results of this process are no different now from what Act One 35 they ever were, except sometimes in the degree of cruelty inflicted, and not always even in that department. Normally the actions and deeds of a man were all that society felt com-fortable in judging, The secret intent of an action was left to the ministers, priests, and rabbis to deal with. When diabolism rises, however, actions are the least important manifests of the true nature of a man.

The Devil, as Reverend Hale said, is a wily one, and, until an hour before he fell, even God thought him beautiful in Heaven. The analogy, however, seems to falter when one considers that, while there were no witches then, there are Communists and capitalists now, and in each camp there is certain proof that spies of each side are at work undermining the other.

But this is a snobbish objection and not at all warranted by the facts. I have no doubt that people were communing with, and even worshiping, the Devil in Salem, and if the whole truth could be known in this case, as it is in others, we should dis-cover a regular and conventionalized' propitiation of the dark spirit, One certain evidence of this is the confession of Tituba, the slave of Reverend Parris, and another is the behavior of the, children who were known to have indulged in sorceries with her.

There are accounts of similar klatches in Europe, where the daughters of the towns would assemble at night and, sometimes with fetishes, sometimes with a selected young man, give them-selves to love, with some bastardly results. The Church, shaip-eyed as it must be when gods long dead are brought to life, condemned these orgies as witchcraft and interpreted them, rightly, as a resurgence of the Dionysiac forces it had crushed long before. Sex, sin, and the.

Devil were early linked, and so they continued to be in Salem, and are today. The divorce laws lay a tremendous re-sponsibility on the father for the care of his children. Even the 36 The Crucible laxity of divorce regulations in the early years of the revolution was undoubtedly a revulsion from the nineteenth-century Vic-torian immobility of marriage and the consequent hypocrisy that developed from it.

If for no other reasons, a state so power-fill, so jealous of the uniformity of its citizens, cannot long toler-ate the atomization of the family.

And yet, in American eyes at least, there remains the conviction that the Russian attitude toward women is lascivious. Our opposites are always robed in sexual sin, and it is from this unconscious conviction that demonology gains both its attractive sensuality and its capacity to infuriate and frighten.

Coming into Salem now, Reverend Hale conceives of himself much as a young doctor on his first call. His painfully acquired armory of symptoms, catchwords, and diagnostic procedures are now to be put to use at last. The road from Beverly is unusually busy this morning, and he has passed a hundred rumors that make him smile at the ignorance of the yeomanry in this most precise science. He feels himself allied with the best minds of Europe - kings, philosophers, scientists, and ecclesiasts of all churches.

His goal is light, goodness and its preservation, and he knows the exaltation of the blessed whose intelligence, sharpened by minute examinations of enormous tracts, is finally called upon to face what may be a bloody fight with the Fiend himself. He appears loaded down with half a dozen heavy books.

Pray you, someone take these! Parris, delighted: Taking some books: Hale, setting down his books: They must be; they are weighted with authority. Act One Parris, a little scared: Well, you do come prepared! We shall need hard study if it comes to tracking down the Old Boy. Noticing Rebecca: You cannot be Rebecca Nurse? I am, sir. Do you know me? We have all heard of your great charities in Beverly. Do you know this gentleman? Thomas Putnam. And his good wife Ann. I had not expected such distinguished company, sir.

Putnam, pleased: It does not seem to help us today, Mr. We look to you to come to our house and save our child. Your child ails too? Her soul, her soul seems flown away. She sleeps and yet she walks She cannot eat. Cannot eat! Thinks on it, Then, to Proctor and Giles Corey: Do you men have addicted children? No, no, these are farmers. John Proctor - Giles Corey: Proctor, to Hale: I never spoke on witches one way or the other. Will you come, Giles? No - no, John, I thi nk not.

I have some few queer questions of my own to ask this fellow. Hale stands embarrassed for an instant. Parris, quickly: Will you look at my daughter, sir? Leads Hale to the bed. Hale, narrowing his eyes. Tries to fly. Hale, holding up his hands: No, no. Now let me instruct you. We cannot look to superstition in this. The Devil is precise; the marks of his presence are definite as stone, and I must tell you all that I shall not proceed unless you are prepared to believe me if I should find no bruise of hell upon her.

It is agreed, sir - it is agreed - we will abide by your judgment. Good then. He goes to the bed, looks down at Betty:. Now, sir, what were your first warning of this strange-ness? Why, sir - 1 discovered her - indicating Abigail - and my niece and ten or twelve of the other girls, dancing in the forest last night.

Hale, surprised: You permit dancing? No, no, it were secret - MRs. Putnam, unable to wait: Parris, to Mrs. We cannot be sure of that, Goody Ann - Mrs. Putnam, frightened, very? I know it, sir. I sent my child - she should learn from Tituba who murdered her sisters. I had not expected such distinguished company, Putnam, pleased, It does not seem to help us today, Mr. Thinks on it. Then, to Proctor and Giles Corey: Do you men have afflicted children?

Proctor to Hale: No - no, John, I think not. Hale, narrowing his eyes: He goes to the bed, looks down at Betty. No, no, it were secret - Mrs.

Putnam, frightened, very: Act One 39 Rebecca horrified: Goody Ann! You sent a child to conjure up the dead? Let God blame me, not you, not you, Rebecca! To Hale: Is it a natural work to lose seven children before they live a day?

Rebecca, with great pain, turns her face away. There is a pause. Seven dead in childbirth. Putnam, softly: Her voice breaks; she looks up at him. Hale is impressed. Parris looks to him. He goes to his books, opens one, turns pages, then reads. All wait, avidly. Parris, hushed: What book is that? What's there, sir? Hale, with a tasty love of intellectual pursuit: Here is all the invisible world, caught, defined, and calculated.

In these books the Devil stands stripped of all his brute disguises. Here are all your familiar spirits - your incubi and succubi; your witches that go by land, by air, and by sea; your wizards of the night and of the day.

Have no fear now - we shall find him out if he has come among us, and I mean to crush him utterly if he has shown his face! He starts for the bed. Will it hurt the child, sir? I cannot tell. I am too old for this.

She rises. Parris, striving for conviction: Why, Rebecca, we may open up the boil of all our troubles today! Let us hope for that. I go to God for you, sir. I hope you do not mean we go to Satan here! Slight pause. I wish 1 knew. She goes out; they feel resentful of her note of moral superiority.

PuTNAM, abruptly: Come, Mr. Sit you here. What books? I cannot tell; she hides them, Hale; Who does this? Martha, my wife. Now what do you make of that? 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 - 1 could pray again!

Old Giles must be spoken for, if only because his fate was to be so remarkable and so different from that of all the others. He was in his early eighties at this time, and was the most comical hero in the history. No man has ever been blamed for so much. He was a crank and a nuisance, but Act One 41 withal a deeply innocent and brave man.

The stoppage of prayer - that is strange. Now mark me, if the Devil is in her you will witness some frightful wonders in this room, so please to keep your wits about you. Putnam, stand close in case she flies. Now, Betty, dear, will you sit up? Putnam comes in closer, ready-handed. Hale sits Betty up, but she hangs limp in his hands.

He observes her carefully. The others watch breathlessly. Can you hear me? I am John Hale, minister of Beverly. I have come to help you, dear. Do you remember my two little girls in Beverly? She does not stir in his hands. Parris, in fright: How can it be the Devil?

Why would he choose my house to strike? We have all manner of licentious. 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? Paaris, with resolution now: Answer Mr. Does someone afflict you, child? To get Mrs. Putnam to leave: If you will, Goody Ann Now look you, sir. Let you strike out against the Devil, and the village will bless you for it!

Come down, speak to them - pray with them. Parris, swayed: I will not discuss it. The cause is yet u nk nown. I have had enough contention since I came; I want no more. Aye, mum. Putnam goes out. If she starts for the window, cry for me at once. I will, uncle. Orris, to Putnam: There is a terrible power in her arms to-day. He goes out with Putnam. How is Ruth sick? Abigail, turns at once and goes to Betty, and now, with fear in her voice: She shakes her.

Now stop this! Sit up now! Mercy comes over. I gave Ruth a good one and it waked her for a minute. Here, let me have her. Abigail, holding Mercy back: Listen, now; if they be questioning us, tell them we danced - 1 told him as much already, Mercy: And what more? He saw you naked. Oh, Jesus! She is seventeen, a subservient, naive, lonely girl.

Mary Warren: The village is out! Mercy, pointing and looking at Maty Warren: She means to tell, I know it. We Act One 19 must tell the truth, Abby! I never done none of it, Abby. Mercy, moving menacingly toward Mary: What a grand peeping courage you have!

Betty, on the bed, whimpers. Abigail turns to her at once. She goes to Betty. Now, Betty, dear, wake up now. She sits Betty up and furiously shakes her.

Betty whimpers. My, you seem improving. I talked to your papa and I told him everything. I want my mama! What ails you, Betty? Let me fly! She raises her arms as though to fly, and streaks for the window, gets one leg out.

Abigail, pulling her away from the window: I told him every-thing,' he knows now, he knows everything we - Betty: You drank blood, Abby! Betty, you never say that again! You will never— Betty: You did, you did! You drank a charm to kill Goody Proctor! Abigail, smashes her across the face: Shut it! Now shut it! Barry, collapsing on the bed: Mama, Mama! She dissolves into sobs.

Now look you. All of you. We danced. And that is all. And mark this. Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word, about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you. She goes to Betty and roughly sits her up.

Now, you - sit up and stop this' But Betty collapses in her hands and lies inert on the bed. Abigail stares in fright at Betty.

Enter John Proctor. On seeing him, Mary Warren leaps in fright, Proctor was a farmer in his middle thirties, He need not have been a partisan of any faction in the town, but there is evidence to suggest that he had a sharp and biting way with hypocrites.

He was the kind of man - powerful of body, even-tempered, and not easily led - who cannot refuse support to partisans with-out drawing their deepest resentment. But as we shall see, the steady manner he displays does not spring from an untroubled soul.

He is a sinner, a sinner not only against the moral fashion of the time, but against his own vision of decent conduct. These people had no ritual for the washing away of sins. It is another trait we inherited from them, and it has helped to discipline us as well as to breed hypocrisy among us. Proctor, respected and even feared in Salem, has Act One 21 come to regard himself as a kind of fraud.

But no hint of this has yet appeared on the surface, and as he enters from the crowded parlor below it is a man in his prime we see, with a quiet confidence and an unexpressed, hidden force. Mary War-ren, his servant, can barely speak for embarrassment and fear. Be you foolish, Mary Warren? Be you deaf?

I for-bid you 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. Trying to retain a shred of dignity, she goes slowly out. Mercy Lewis, both afraid of him and strangely titillated: I have my Ruth to watch. Good morning, Mr. Mercy sidles out. He glances at her, then goes to Betty on the bed.

Proctor, looking at Abigail now, the faintest suggestion of a knowing smile on his face: The road past my house is a pilgrimage to Salem all morning. Oh, posh! Winningly she comes a little closer, with a 22 The Crucible confidential, wicked air.

She took fright, is all. Proctor, his smile widening: A trill of expectant laughter escapes her, and she dares come closer, feverishly looking into his eyes. He takes a step to go, and she springs into his path. Give me a word, John. A soft word. Her concentrated desire destroys his smile. No, no, Abby.

Abigail, tauntingly: You come five mile to see a silly girl fly? I know you better. Proctor, setting her firmly out of his path: With final emphasis: Put it out of mind, Abby. Abigail, grasping his hand before he can release her: Abby, I never give you hope to wait for me. I have something better than hope, I thi nk! Y ou know me better. I know how you clutched my back behind your house and sweated like a stallion whenever I come near! Or did I dream that? I saw your face when she put me out, and you loved me then and you do now!

Act One Proctor: A wild thing may say wild things. But not so wild, I think. I have seen you since she put me out; I have seen you nights.

I have hardly stepped off my farm this sevenmonth. I have a sense for heat, John, and yours has drawn me to my window, and I have seen you looking up, burning in your loneliness. I may have looked up. Abigail, now softening: And you must. You are no wintry man.

I know you, John. I know you. She is weeping. She clutches him desperately. Proctor, gently pressing her from him, with great sympathy but firmly: Child - Abigail, with a pash of anger: How do you call me child! Abby, I may think of you softly from time to time.

Wipe it out of mind. We never touched, Abby. Aye, but we did. Aye, but we did not. Abigail, with a bitter anger: Oh, I marvel how such a strong man may let such a sickly wife be - Proctor, angered - at himself as well: She is blackening my name in the village!

She is tell- 24 The Cmcibie ing lies about me! She is a cold, sniveling woman, and you bend to her! Let her turn you like a - Proctor, shaking her: A psalm is heard being sung below. Abigail, in tears: I look for John Proctor that took me from my sleep and put knowledge in my heart! I never knew what pretense Salem was, I never knew the lying lessons I was taught by all these Christian women and their covenanted men!

And now you bid me tear the light out of my eyes? I will not, I cannot! You loved me, John Proctor, and whatever sin it is, you love me yet!

He turns abruptly to go out. She rushes to him. John, pity me, pity me! She hurries to Betty, who is now sitting up and screaming.

Girl, what ails you? Stop that wailing! The singing has stopped in the midst of this, and now Parris rushes in. What happened? What are you doing to her? Putnam enters, feverish with curiosity, and with her Thomas Putnam and Mercy lewis. The psalm! Act One 25 Parris: God forbid. Mercy, run to the doctor!

Mercy Lewis rushes out. Mark it for a sign, mark it! Rebecca Nurse, seventy-two, enters. She is white-haired, leaning upon her walking-stick. Putnam, pointing at the whimpering Betty: That is a notorious sign of witchcraft afoot, Goody Nurse, a prodigious sign! My mother told me that! When they cannot bear to hear the name of - Parris, trembling: He is knotted with muscle, canny, inquisitive, and still powerful. There is hard sickness here, Giles Corey, so please to keep the quiet.

Is she going to fly again? I hear she flies. Man, be quiet now! Everything is quiet. Rebecca walks across the room to the bed. Gentleness exudes from her. Betty is quietly whimpering, eyes shut, Rebecca simply stands over the child, who gradually quiets. And while they are so absorbed, we may put a word in for Rebecca. Rebecca was the wife of Francis Nurse, who, from all accounts, was one of those men for whom both sides of the argument had to have respect. He was called upon to arbitrate disputes as though he were an unofficial judge, and Rebecca also enjoyed the high opinion most people had for him.

By the time of the delusion, they had three hundred acres, and their children were settled in separate homesteads within the same 26 The Crucible estate. However, Francis had originally rented the land, and one theory has it that, as he gradually paid for it and raised hi: Another suggestion to explain the systematic campaign against Rebecca, and inferentially against Francis, is the land war he fought with his neighbors, one of whom was a Putnam. This squabble grew to the proportions of a battle in the woods be-tween partisans of both sides, and it is said to have lasted for two days.

As for Rebecca herself, the general opinion of her character was so high that to explain how anyone dared cry her out for a witch - and more, how adults could bring them-selves to lay hands on her - we must look to the fields and boundaries of that time.

In addition, certain families allied to the Nurses by blood or friendship, and whose farms were contiguous with the Nurse farm or close to it, combined to break away from the Salem town authority and set up Tops-field, a new and independent entity whose existence was re-sented by old Salemites.

To top it all, Mrs.

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Putnam could know, Mrs. Putnam, astonished: What have you done? Rebecca, in thought, now leaves the bedside and sits. Act One 27 Parris, wondrous and relieved: What do you make of it, Rebecca? Putnam, eagerly: Goody Nurse, will you go to my Ruth and see if you can wake her?

Rebecca, sitting: Pray calm your-selves. I have eleven children, and I am twenty-six times a grandma, and I have seen them all through their silly seasons, and when it come on them they will run the Devil bowlegged keeping up with their mischief. This is no silly season, Rebecca. My Ruth is bewildered, Rebecca; she cannot eat. Perhaps she is not hungered yet. I hope you are not decided to go in search of loose spirits, Mr.

Then let you come out and call them wrong. Did you consult the wardens before you called this minister to look for devils?

He is not coming to look for devils! This society will not be a bag to swing around your head, Mr. Did you call a meeting before you -? I am sick of meetings; cannot the man turn his head without he have a meeting?

Pray, John, be calm. He defers to her. If so he is, then let us go to God for the cause of it. There is prodigious danger in the seeking of loose spirits. I fear it, I fear it. Let us rather blame ourselves and - PutNAM: How may we blame ourselves? I am one of nine sons; the Putnam seed have peopled this province.

And yet I have but one child left of eight - and now she shrivels! I cannot fathom that. Putnam, with a growing edge of sarcasm: But I must! There are wheels within wheels in this village, and fires within fires! When Reverend Hale comes, you will pro-ceed to look for signs of witchcraft here. Proctor, to Putnam: You cannot command Mr.

We vote by name in this society, not by acreage. I never heard you worried so on this society, Mr. I do not think I saw you at Sabbath meeting since snow flew. I have trouble enough without I come five mile to hear him preach only hellfire and bloody damnation. Take it Act One 29 to heart, Mr. There are many others who stay away from church these days because you hardly ever mention God any more.

Parris, now aroused: I do not preach for children, Rebecca. It is not the children who are unmindful of their obligations toward this ministry. Are there really those unmindful? And more than that! 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! You are allowed six pound a year to download your wood, Mr.

I regard that six pound as part of my salary. I am paid little enough without I spend six pound on firewood. Sixty, plus six for firewood - PARRis: The salary is sixty-six pound, Mr. I am not some preaching farmer with a book under my arm; I am a graduate of Harvard College.

Aye, and well instructed in arithmetic! Corey, you will look far for a man of my kind at sixty pound a year! I am not used to this poverty; I left a thrifty business in the Barbados to serve the Lord. I do not 30 The Crucible fathom it, why am I persecuted here?

I cannot offer one propo-sition but there be a howling riot of argument. I have often wondered if the Devil be in it somewhere; I cannot understand you people otherwise. Parris, you are the first minister ever did demand the deed to this house - Parris: To live in, yes. But to ask ownership is like you shall own the meeting house itself; the last meeting I were at you spoke so long on deeds and mortgages I thought it were an auction.

I want a mark of confidence, is all! I am your third preacher in seven years. I do not wish to be put out like the cat whenever some majority feels the whim. There is either obedience or the church will bum like Hell is burning! Can you speak one minute without we land in Hell again? I am sick of Hell! It is not for you to say what is good for you to hear! I may speak my heart, I thi nk! Parris, in a fury: What, are we Quakers?

We are not Quakers here yet, Mr. And you may tell that to your followers! My followers! There is a party in this church. Against you? Against him and all authority! Why, then I must find it and join it. There is shock among the others. He does not mean that. He confessed it now! No, you cannot break charity with your minister. You are another kind, John. Clasp his hand, make your peace. I have a crop to sow and lumber to drag home. He goes angrily to the door and turns to Corey with a smile.

Parris, I beg your pardon. I never thought you had so much iron in you. Parris, surprised: Why, thank you, Giles! It suggests to the mind what the trouble be among us all these years. To all: Think on it. Wherefore is everybody suing everybody else? Giles - he cannot be crossed: Parris, Surprised: GILEs - he cannot be crossed: Now come along, Giles, and help me drag my lumber home.

A moment, Mr. My lumber. From out my forest by the riverside. Why, we are surely gone wild this year. What anarchy is this?

In your bounds! He had no right to sell it. Y our grandfather had a habit of willing land that never belonged to him, if I may say it plain. I feel a sudden will to work coming on. Come on! He turns to Proctor and starts out. Enter Reverend John Hale of Beverly. Hale is nearing forty, a tight-skinned, eager-eyed intel-lectual. This is a beloved errand for him; on being called here Act One 33 to ascertain witchcraft he felt the pride of the specialist whose unique knowledge has at last been publicly called for.

Like almost all men of learning, he spent a good deal of his time pondering the invisible world, especially since he had himself encountered a witch in his parish not long before.

That woman, however, turned into a mere pest under his searching scrutiny, and the child she had allegedly been afflicting recovered her normal behavior after Hale had given her his kindness and a few days of rest in his own house. And his belief is not to his discredit. The Devil is precise. And it is no accident that we should be so bemused. Like Reverend Hale and the others on this stage, we conceive the Devil as a necessary part of a respectable view of cosmology.

Ours is a divided empire in which certain ideas and emotions and actions are of God, and their opposites are of Lucifer. The concept of unity, in which positive and negative are attributes of the same force, in which good and evil are relative, ever-changing, and always joined to the same phenom-enon - such a concept is still reserved to the physical sciences and to the few who have grasped the history of ideas.

Our difficulty in believing the - for want of a better word - political inspiration of the Devil is due in great part to the fact that he is called up and damned not only by our social antagonists but by our own side, whatever it may be. Luther was himself accused of alliance with Hell, and he in turn accused his enemies. To complicate matters further, he believed that he had had contact with the Devil and had argued theology with him.

I am not surprised at this, for at my own university a professor of history - a Lutheran, by the way - used to as-semble his graduate students, draw the shades, and commune in the classroom with Erasmus. At this writing, only England has held back before the temptations of contemporary diabolism.

In the countries of the Communist ideology, all resistance of any import is linked to the totally malign capitalist succubi, and in America any man who is not reactionary in his views is open to the charge of alliance with the Red hell. Political opposition, thereby, is given an inhumane overlay which then justifies the abrogation of all normally applied customs of civilized inter-course. A political policy is equated with moral right, and opposition to it with diabolical malevolence. Once such an equation is effectively made, society becomes a congerie of plots and counterplots, and the main role of government changes from that of the arbiter to that of the scourge of God.

The results of this process are no different now from what Act One 35 they ever were, except sometimes in the degree of cruelty inflicted, and not always even in that department.

Normally the actions and deeds of a man were all that society felt com-fortable in judging, The secret intent of an action was left to the ministers, priests, and rabbis to deal with. When diabolism rises, however, actions are the least important manifests of the true nature of a man.

The Devil, as Reverend Hale said, is a wily one, and, until an hour before he fell, even God thought him beautiful in Heaven.

The analogy, however, seems to falter when one considers that, while there were no witches then, there are Communists and capitalists now, and in each camp there is certain proof that spies of each side are at work undermining the other. But this is a snobbish objection and not at all warranted by the facts. I have no doubt that people were communing with, and even worshiping, the Devil in Salem, and if the whole truth could be known in this case, as it is in others, we should dis-cover a regular and conventionalized' propitiation of the dark spirit, One certain evidence of this is the confession of Tituba, the slave of Reverend Parris, and another is the behavior of the, children who were known to have indulged in sorceries with her.

There are accounts of similar klatches in Europe, where the daughters of the towns would assemble at night and, sometimes with fetishes, sometimes with a selected young man, give them-selves to love, with some bastardly results. The Church, shaip-eyed as it must be when gods long dead are brought to life, condemned these orgies as witchcraft and interpreted them, rightly, as a resurgence of the Dionysiac forces it had crushed long before.

Sex, sin, and the. Devil were early linked, and so they continued to be in Salem, and are today. The divorce laws lay a tremendous re-sponsibility on the father for the care of his children. Even the 36 The Crucible laxity of divorce regulations in the early years of the revolution was undoubtedly a revulsion from the nineteenth-century Vic-torian immobility of marriage and the consequent hypocrisy that developed from it. If for no other reasons, a state so power-fill, so jealous of the uniformity of its citizens, cannot long toler-ate the atomization of the family.

And yet, in American eyes at least, there remains the conviction that the Russian attitude toward women is lascivious. Our opposites are always robed in sexual sin, and it is from this unconscious conviction that demonology gains both its attractive sensuality and its capacity to infuriate and frighten.

Coming into Salem now, Reverend Hale conceives of himself much as a young doctor on his first call. His painfully acquired armory of symptoms, catchwords, and diagnostic procedures are now to be put to use at last.

The road from Beverly is unusually busy this morning, and he has passed a hundred rumors that make him smile at the ignorance of the yeomanry in this most precise science. He feels himself allied with the best minds of Europe - kings, philosophers, scientists, and ecclesiasts of all churches. His goal is light, goodness and its preservation, and he knows the exaltation of the blessed whose intelligence, sharpened by minute examinations of enormous tracts, is finally called upon to face what may be a bloody fight with the Fiend himself.

He appears loaded down with half a dozen heavy books. Pray you, someone take these! Parris, delighted: Taking some books: Hale, setting down his books: They must be; they are weighted with authority. Act One Parris, a little scared: Well, you do come prepared!

We shall need hard study if it comes to tracking down the Old Boy. Noticing Rebecca: You cannot be Rebecca Nurse? I am, sir. Do you know me? We have all heard of your great charities in Beverly. Do you know this gentleman? Thomas Putnam. And his good wife Ann. I had not expected such distinguished company, sir. Putnam, pleased: It does not seem to help us today, Mr. We look to you to come to our house and save our child.

Your child ails too? Her soul, her soul seems flown away. She sleeps and yet she walks She cannot eat. Cannot eat! Thinks on it, Then, to Proctor and Giles Corey: Do you men have addicted children? No, no, these are farmers. John Proctor - Giles Corey: Proctor, to Hale: I never spoke on witches one way or the other. Will you come, Giles? No - no, John, I thi nk not. I have some few queer questions of my own to ask this fellow. Hale stands embarrassed for an instant.

Parris, quickly: Will you look at my daughter, sir? Leads Hale to the bed. Hale, narrowing his eyes. Tries to fly. Hale, holding up his hands: No, no. Now let me instruct you. We cannot look to superstition in this. The Devil is precise; the marks of his presence are definite as stone, and I must tell you all that I shall not proceed unless you are prepared to believe me if I should find no bruise of hell upon her. It is agreed, sir - it is agreed - we will abide by your judgment.

Good then. He goes to the bed, looks down at Betty:. Now, sir, what were your first warning of this strange-ness? Why, sir - 1 discovered her - indicating Abigail - and my niece and ten or twelve of the other girls, dancing in the forest last night. Hale, surprised: You permit dancing? No, no, it were secret - MRs. Putnam, unable to wait: Parris, to Mrs. We cannot be sure of that, Goody Ann - Mrs.

Putnam, frightened, very? I know it, sir. I sent my child - she should learn from Tituba who murdered her sisters. I had not expected such distinguished company, Putnam, pleased, It does not seem to help us today, Mr. Thinks on it. Then, to Proctor and Giles Corey: Do you men have afflicted children?

Proctor to Hale: No - no, John, I think not. Hale, narrowing his eyes: He goes to the bed, looks down at Betty. No, no, it were secret - Mrs. Putnam, frightened, very: Act One 39 Rebecca horrified: Goody Ann! You sent a child to conjure up the dead? Let God blame me, not you, not you, Rebecca!

To Hale: Is it a natural work to lose seven children before they live a day? Rebecca, with great pain, turns her face away. There is a pause. Seven dead in childbirth. Putnam, softly: Her voice breaks; she looks up at him. Hale is impressed. Parris looks to him. He goes to his books, opens one, turns pages, then reads.

All wait, avidly. Parris, hushed: What book is that? What's there, sir? Hale, with a tasty love of intellectual pursuit: Here is all the invisible world, caught, defined, and calculated. In these books the Devil stands stripped of all his brute disguises. Here are all your familiar spirits - your incubi and succubi; your witches that go by land, by air, and by sea; your wizards of the night and of the day. Have no fear now - we shall find him out if he has come among us, and I mean to crush him utterly if he has shown his face!

He starts for the bed. Will it hurt the child, sir? I cannot tell. I am too old for this. She rises. Parris, striving for conviction: Why, Rebecca, we may open up the boil of all our troubles today!

Let us hope for that. I go to God for you, sir. I hope you do not mean we go to Satan here! Slight pause. I wish 1 knew. She goes out; they feel resentful of her note of moral superiority. PuTNAM, abruptly: Come, Mr.

Sit you here. What books? I cannot tell; she hides them, Hale; Who does this? Martha, my wife. Now what do you make of that? 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 - 1 could pray again! Old Giles must be spoken for, if only because his fate was to be so remarkable and so different from that of all the others. He was in his early eighties at this time, and was the most comical hero in the history. No man has ever been blamed for so much. He was a crank and a nuisance, but Act One 41 withal a deeply innocent and brave man. The stoppage of prayer - that is strange. Now mark me, if the Devil is in her you will witness some frightful wonders in this room, so please to keep your wits about you.

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Putnam, stand close in case she flies. Now, Betty, dear, will you sit up? Putnam comes in closer, ready-handed. Hale sits Betty up, but she hangs limp in his hands. He observes her carefully. The others watch breathlessly. Can you hear me? I am John Hale, minister of Beverly. I have come to help you, dear. Do you remember my two little girls in Beverly? She does not stir in his hands.

Parris, in fright: How can it be the Devil? Why would he choose my house to strike? We have all manner of licentious. 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? Paaris, with resolution now: Answer Mr. Does someone afflict you, child? It need not be a woman, mind you, or a man. Perhaps some bird invisible to others comes to you - perhaps a pig, a mouse, or any beast at all. Is there 42 The Crucible some figure bids you fly?

The child remains limp in his hands. In silence he lays her back on the pillow Now, holding out his hands toward her, he intones: In nomine Domini Sabaoth sui filiique ite ad infernos.

She does not stir.I think innocent and no witchcraft was involved. Suspicion kissed you when I did; guilt. He glances at her, then goes to Betty on the bed. C Again, a short burst of drums. Abigail lowers her eyes. The narrator and the author of the work of literature are not the same person.

Just when he loses his patience with her, she says she will speak with her husband but will not promise that she will urge him to confess.

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