Danforth on pg. 116:
Goody Proctor, you are not sum-moned here for
disputation. Be there no wifely tenderness within you? He will die with the
sunrise. Your husband. Do you under-stand it? She only looks at him. What say
you? Will you contend with him? She is silent. Are you stone? I tell you true,
woman, had I no other proof of your unnatural life, your dry eyes now would be
sufficient evidence that you delivered up your soul to Hell! A very ape would
weep at such calamity! Have the devil dried up any tear of pity in you? She is
silent. Take her out. It profit nothing she should speak to him!
Elizabeth’s reply:
How dare you Danforth. Thy be filled with wifely
tenderness, my words will not change any accusations towards my John, what do
you expect me to say. Am I stone? AM I STONE? Are you stone? No matter what I could
or can say, nothing will change ones indictments, I cannot make or tell such an
innocent person to lie, that would be a sin against thy Christian beliefs. No
decision is mine to make, Judge Danforth, only I will animate with ones consequence.
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