The Crucible

Reverend Parris, I have laid seven babies un-baptized in the earth.

Look you.

I look for John Proctor

Where is my wood?

I want a mark of confidence, is all!

From out my forest by the riverside.

No, no. Now let me instruct you.

Here is all the invisible world, caught, defined, and calculated.

Does someone afflict you, child?

She sends her spirit on me in church;

I want to open myself!

Thou shalt not kill.