Be his helper! What profit him to bleed? Ill not conceal it, my hand shakes yet as with a wound! What are you about here? PROCTOR: Do that which is good, and no harm shall come to thee.. PROCTOR: Damn the village! CHEEVER: I think it be my duty, sir Kindly, to Proctor:Youll not deny it, John.To Danforth:When we come to take his wife, he damned the court and ripped your warrant. PROCTOR: Mary, remember the angel Raphaeldo that which is good and. HALE: Aye. "We burn a hot fire here; it melts down all concealment.". Now Hale takes her hand. But witchcraft is ipso facto,on its face and by its nature, an invisible crime, is it not? Well, thenIll bid you good night. I think shell wake when she tires of it. He throws her to the floor, where she sobs, I cannot, I cannot And now, half to himself, staring, and turning to the open door:Peace. Why, Rebecca, we may open up the boil of all our troubles today! MARY WARREN: Ill not hang with you! HALE: I am a stranger here, as you know. I will send a party for them. I know Mr. Parris be arguin with farmers all yesterdaythere is great contention, sir, about the cows. Shall the dust praise him? PARRIS: Was it man or woman came with him? I have had enough contention since I came; I want no more. Have students dig into the plot and characterization in this masterful play. Herrick, dont chain her! DANFORTH: And you bound yourself to his service? Did your cousin drink any of the brew in that kettle? on her feet with a spring, and horrified, pleading: Oh, Mary, this is a black art to change your shape. She tried to kill me many times, Goody Proctor! Good evening to you, sir. DANFORTH: The pure in heart need no lawyers. ELIZABETH: Theyve surely gone wild now, Mr. Hale! I see light in the sky, Mister; let you counsel with your wife, and may God help you turn your back on Hell. I beg you, let him sign it. I tell you straight, MisterI have seen marvels in this court. When did Reverend Hale arrive? Youll be clapped in the stocks before youre twenty. PROCTOR: Mr. Hale, I never knew I must account to that man for I come to church or stay at home. And we will bless you, Tituba. Abigail, I have sought here three long years to bend these stiff-necked people to me, and now, just now when some good respect is rising for me in the parish, you compromise my very character. PROCTOR: Spite only keeps me silent. Now sit you down and take counsel with yourself, or you will be set in the jail until you decide to answer all questions. You will give me your honest confession in my hand, or I cannot keep you from the rope. Let them send to Barbados for that. Stop that wailing! What ails you, child? We cannot look to superstition in this. Their names, their names! GILES: And yet silent, minister? Its almost dark. They are also pretending? Betty! When he sees Putnam, Giles ease goes; he is hard. I cannot think the Devil may own a womans soul, Mr. Hale, when she keeps an upright way, as I have. Now then, let us have it. HATHORNE: Excellency, will you permit me? ELIZABETH: Aye, sir. There is a party in this church. We cannot look to superstition in this. upon a heaving sob that always threatens: John, it come to naught that I should forgive you, if youll not forgive yourself. There is a pause. And then, weak, he sits. Did you not tell me Mary Warren were sick in bed? ELIZABETH: It is her dearest hope, John, I know it. HATHORNE, astonished:She have robbed you? I saw your face when she put me out, and you loved me then and you do now! They must be; they are weighted with authority. Think on it now, its a deep thing, and dark as a pit. I told him everything, he knows now, he knows everything we. I have been six time in court this year. There is a pause. Hale is impressed. Using a chart . I knew not what I did. Lilacs have a purple smell. Stop that wailing! I hope you are not decided to go in search of loose spirits, Mr. Parris. Do you know that? MARY WARREN, backing from him, but keeping her erect posture, striving, striving for her way:The Devils loose in Salem, Mr. Proctor; we must discover where hes hiding! Presently the door opens and John Proctor enters, carrying his gun. Id almost forgot how strong you are, John Proctor! He is different nowdrawn a little, and there is a quality of deference, even of guilt, about his manner now. I come to see what mischief your uncles brewin now. ABIGAIL, with an edge of resentment:Why, I am sure it is, sir. Pause. TITUBA, suddenly bursting out:Oh, how many times he bid me kill you, Mr. Parris! ELIZABETH: No, no, its only that I heard no horse. DANFORTH: These will be sufficient. Now, having established that he will set the gait:Mr. Cheever, will you go into the court and bring the children here? Devil, him be a pleasureman in Barbados, him be singin and dancin in Barbados. So Ill be gone every day for some time. Quite suddenly, as though from the air, a figure appears in the doorway. Therefore, who may possibly be witness to it? The people signing it declare their good opinion of Rebecca, and my wife, and Martha Corey. calling out hysterically and with great relief: ABIGAIL: I saw Goody Sibber with the Devil! 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! MARY WARREN: I She glances at Abigail, who is staring down at her remorselessly. HALE, as Putnam goes out:Let the marshal bring irons! I am not that man.She is silent. She suddenly cannot bear to hear the Lords. grasping her by the throat as though he would strangle her: Make your peace with it! PROCTOR, setting down his gun:No, no. PROCTOR: I cannot mount the gibbet like a saint. PARRIS: Excellency, it profit nothing you should blame me. I see light in the sky, Mister; let you counsel with your wife, and may God help you turn your back on Hell. And I beg you be clear, open as the sky, and honest. Parris goes into the court. Hathorne nods. There be no blush about my name. MERCY LEWIS, shivering:Your Honor, I freeze! I must sleep now. Take it to heart, Mr. Parris. Hang, ysay? MERCY, clapping her hands together with a frightened laugh:Oh, Jesus! TITUBA: You beg meto conjure! And Id as lief youd not be sending me to Hell. MARY WARREN: Conjures me? PROCTOR, breathless and in agony:It is a whore! The promise that a stallion gives a mare I gave that girl! In the book of record that Mr. Parris keeps, I note that you are rarely in the church on Sabbath Day. 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 discover a regular and conventionalized propitiation of the dark spirit. FRANCIS: I have brought trouble on these people; I have. My duty is to add what I may to the godly wisdom of the court. And being what she is, a lump of vanity, sir. pressing Parris away from her with a gentle but burnt motion of protectiveness: She would speak with the Deputy Governor. DANFORTH: Look you, sir. PROCTOR: I have three childrenhow may I teach them to walk like men in the world, and I sold my friends? In Gods name, sir, stop here; send him home and let him come again with a lawyer, DANFORTH, patiently:Now look you, Mr. Hale. DANFORTH: How were you instructed in your life? Proctor hands it to him. GILES: Ive not said a word. Hale weeps in frantic prayer, and the new sun is pouring in upon her face, and the drums rattle like bones in the morning air. Bid him out, Mr. Hale. Her wings are spreading! ELIZABETH: Your Honor, Iin that time I were sick. Twelve are already executed; the names of these seven are given out, and the village expects to see them die this morning. DANFORTH: Proctor, you mistake me. PROCTOR: We know it, sir. Abbyll charge lechery on you, Mr. Proctor! PARRIS, on seeing her, in shock:Mary Warren! He covers his face, ashamed. You loved me, John Proctor, and whatever sin it is, you love me yet! DANFORTH, containing himself:I will tell you thisyou are either lying now, or you were lying in the court, and in either case you have committed perjury and you will go to jail for it. Its Abigail.She sits Betty up and furiously shakes her. My Ruth is bewildered, Rebecca; she cannot eat. Is it true? DANFORTH, to Herrick:Is he yet adamant? PROCTOR: Excellency, does it not strike upon you that so many of these women have lived so long with such upright reputation, and. DANFORTH, thinks, glances at Mary, then back to Abigail:Children, a very augur bit will now be turned into your souls until your honesty is proved. Thats not Satan, just a poor old cow with a hatful of milk. PUTNAM: I never heard you worried so on this society, Mr. Proctor. PROCTOR, after glancing at the confession:You have all witnessed itit is enough. I know not what a witch is. PARRIS: He is not coming to look for devils! DANFORTH, himself engaged and entered by Abigail:Mary Warren, do you witch her? Aye, naked! He pats her hand. Now Hathorne comes behind him and reads with him. No, no, I am forbid to leave her from my sight. PARRIS: You could see him, why could you not see her? PROCTOR: Youre coming to the court with me, Mary. I cannot speak but I am doubted, every moment judged for lies, as though I come into a court when I come into this house! Herrick goes out. Are you ready, Mr. Cheever? PARRIS, instantly:Excellency, since I come to Salem this man is blackening my name. Scene 3 - CliffsNotes John Proctor reveals his torturous secret, his affair with Abby, in an attempt to free his wife imprisoned on charges of witchcraft. You sent a child to conjure up the dead? I have good reason to think before I charge fraud on Abigail, and I will think on it. He moves from her. The answer is in your memory and you need no help to give it to me. She sits Betty up and furiously shakes her. God forbid I take it from him! Danforth turns, as Rebecca Nurse enters, with Herrick helping to support her. I am too old for this. HALE: You have confessed yourself to witchcraft, and that speaks a wish to come to Heavens side. Now she is all worry and apprehension and propriety. Citing textual evidence to support analysis . DANFORTH, after a slight pause:While you worked for Mr. Proctor, did you see poppets in that house? What keeps you, man? He forgot everything but the word frighted, and instantly replied, I do not know that I ever spoke that word in my life.. ABIGAIL, looking about in the air, clasping her arms about her as though cold:II know not. We danced. Danforth turns to him, interested. PROCTOR: I hope you come not on business of the court. I say to you, do you send your spirit out? He feels himself allied with the best minds of Europekings, philosophers, scientists, and ecclesiasts of all churches. Proctor looks at her, but she cannot speak. What signified that remark? There be no unnatural cause here. And theyll be tried, and the court have power to hang them too, she says. I never thought you but a good man, Johnwith a smileonly somewhat bewildered. Parris looks to him. If I give them that? He doesn't go to church and plows on Sundays. He will die with the sunrise. He is rapidly calculating this; he turns from her to Proctor. And she is over and over again sobbing, I cannot, I cannot, l cannot, as. The jails are packedour greatest judges sit in Salem nowand hangins promised. PROCTOR: To live in, yes. From out my forest by the riverside. One definition of a crucible is a vessel, often ceramic or porcelain, used for melting down and purifying metal. Mark it! In the corridor outside Tituba calls onTake me home, Devil; Devil take me home! and Hopkins voice orders her to move on. Without warning or hesitation, Proctor leaps at Abigail and, grabbing her by the hair, pulls her to her feet. ELIZABETH, with a sense of reprimanding herself for having forgot:Aye! Proctor will confess! The sun is up, Excellency! PUTNAM, looking down at Betty:Why, hereyes is closed! To Proctor:Do likewise. It is surely a stroke of hell upon you. The girl is murder! ABIGAIL AND ALL THE GIRLS, all transfixed:Abby, you mustnt! He has much experience in all demonic-arts, and I. She covers his hand with hers. He turns to Abigail, his eyes narrowing. There be no higher judge under Heaven than Proctor is! PROCTOR: I never knew until tonight that the world is gone daft with this nonsense. GILES: Youll find other Christians that do plow on Sunday if the truth be known. Danforth learns that the girls danced in the woods. I ask you, Mr. Corey, PROCTOR, breaking in:Your Honorhe has the story in confidence, sir, and he. Divide the students into groups large enough to act out the play's acts. God will not let you wash your hands of this! Four? Lazy? You will agree, sir? 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 Topsfield, a new and independent entity whose existence was resented by old Salemites. Have you? Pause. That the guiding hand behind the outcry was Putnams is indicated by the fact that, as soon as it began, this Topsfield-Nurse faction absented themselves from church in protest and disbelief. DANFORTH: Good then. May it be, perhaps, that someone conjures you even now to say this? Thou shalt honor thy father and mother. I have until this moment not the slightest reason to suspect that the children may be deceiving me. She may mumble if shes hungry. Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! There are them that cannot sing, and them that cannot weepmy wife cannot lie. Now tell the Governor how you danced in the woods. Tituba, look into my eyes. In Gods name, John, I cannot help myself. He means to hang us all! She clutches him desperately. PROCTOR: My lumber. PROCTOR, impatiently, pointing at the doll in Cheevers hand:This poppet, this poppet. The Crucible by Arthur Miller is a fictional play based on the Salem witch trials which took place in Salem, Massachusetts in 1692. Hale only looks at Proctor, deep in his attempt to define this man. Now, holding out his hands toward her, he intones: In nomine Domini Sabaoth sui filiique ite ad infernos. PROCTOR, angering:I know I cannot keep it. Parris goes out. A trill of expectant laughter escapes her, and she dares come closer, feverishly looking into his eyes. PARRIS: Why could there not have been poppets hid where no one ever saw them? PROCTOR: Get ygone with them! ABIGAIL: Why, thisthisis a base question, sir. Her deposition, Mr. Proctor. It is a marvelous sign, Mr. Parris! PROCTOR: Damn the Deputy Governor! DANFORTH, looking directly at Giles:Who is this man? Why would he choose my house to strike? PARRIS, to the point:Abigail, is there any other cause than you have told me, for your being discharged from Goody Proctors service? I dont want kill that man. But he say, You work for me, Tituba, and I make you free! And then she close her book and walks out of the house, and suddenlymark thisI could pray again! Think on cause, man, and let you help me to discover it. It were a grand sneeze; another like it will shake her wits together, Im sure. PARRIS: Giles Corey, sir, and a more contentious. But its hard to think so pious a woman be secretly a Devils bitch after seventy year of such good prayer. Strangely, she doesnt resist him, but hangs limply by his grip. HALE: Good, then. I think shell wake when she tires of it. DANFORTH: Now hear me, and beguile yourselves no more. Look at me! Act I, Scene 1 Summary. she doesnt want friction, and yet she must: You come so late I thought youd gone to Salem this afternoon. But I will cut off my hand before Ill ever reach for you again. I have whitepeople belong to me. And I lookand there was Goody Good. DANFORTH: Then there is a prodigious guilt in the country. ELIZABETH: I am not your judge, I cannot be. PARRIS: If you desire a cup of cider, Mr. Proctor, I am sure I. PROCTOR, his soul hardening as he senses:What have I to say to Abigail? PROCTOR, quietly, struggling with his thought:Aye, they must, they must. PROCTOR, in thought:Aye, she did, she did. Proctor does not reply. None! Why, its sure she did. Abigail, do you understand that I have many enemies? And let them go to the tavern, if they will. The Crucible Quotes: Act 3 | SparkNotes PARRIS: Judge Hathorneit were another sort that hanged till now. PARRIS: I do not, sir, but I never saw any of them naked. That speak goodness in you. HATHORNE: But a poppet will keep fifteen years, will it not? The Crucible Act 3 Flashcards | Quizlet MARY WARREN, glancing about at the avid faces:WhyI made it in the court, sir, andgive it to Goody Proctor tonight. Are. I will not receive a single plea for pardon or postponement. DANFORTH, turning to Giles:Mr. Putnam states your charge is a lie. He is gaunt, frightened, and sweating in his greatcoat. I tell him I dont desire to work for him, sir. The wings! Mrs. PUTNAM: Rebecca, the doctors baffled! I have gone tiptoe in this house all seven month since she is gone. He points at Mary Warren. Child! And died. I have it from an honest man who heard Putnam say it! HERRICK, panting:In Gods name, John, I cannot help myself. PROCTOR, with the faintest faltering:Why, no, sir. What would you tell us, Mary Warren? But you must understand, sir, that a person is either with this court or he must be counted against it, there be no road between. PROCTOR: Oh, thats a good sign walkin in. And you may tell that to your followers! trembling, his life collapsing about him: PROCTOR: Oh, Francis, I wish you had some evil in you that you might know me! HERRICK: He goes among them that will hang, sir. HALE: I denounce these proceedings, I quit this court! Act 3 marks the climax of Arthur Miller's play, The Crucible. Proctor goes to Betty as Abigail is trying to pull her hands down, calling Betty!. He is an inch from her face. PROCTOR, to break the silence:Will you drink cider, Mr. Hale? TITUBA: No, no, sir, I dont truck with no Devil! It is pretense for me, a vanity that will not blind God nor keep my children out of the wind. It is a clue. Be there no wifely tenderness within you? Will you sit you down, sir? Beware, Goody Proctorcleave to no faith when faith brings blood. ELIZABETH, quietly:Oh, the noose, the noose is up! I scorn it! l am not blind; there is a faction and a party. There is a knock. DANFORTH, in deep concern, raising a hand to Hathorne:Pray you. Beware of it! There is a pause. This be a Christian house, sir, a Christian house. And tell her not one word of whats been spoken here. Now I am undone. He moves as an animal, and a fury is riding in him, a tantalized search. To Mary, bending to her, holding her hand, quietly: Now remember what the angel Raphael saint to the boy Tobias. Then:Thou shalt honor thy father and mother. Political opposition, thereby, is given an inhumane overlay which then justifies the abrogation of all normally applied customs of civilized intercourse. ELIZABETH, in agony:My husbandis a goodly man, sir. What say you, Mister? Pause, for the first time he turns directly to her. I think I have made my point. PARRIS, with trepidationand resentment:I hope you do not mean we go to Satan here! l am not blind; there is a faction and a party. It is not just. ELIZABETH: Question Abigail Williams about the Gospel, not myself! What do you say? DANFORTH: Now, sirwhich of these in your opinion may be brought to God? PROCTOR: Be you foolish, Mary Warren? Well prove ourselves. But thenthen 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 thenentrancedI hear a voice, a screamin voice, and it were my voiceand all at once I remembered everything she done to me! Kendall Martinez on The Crucible Act 3 Script [2020]. ABIGAIL, stepping up to Danforth:What look do you give me? Why at every execution I have seen naught but high satisfaction in the town. HALE, thinks, then:And yet, Mister, a Christian on Sabbath Day must be in church.Pause. HALE, excitedly:I think you must hear the girl, sir, she. I cannot offer one proposition but there be a howling riot of argument. TITUBA, kisses Hales hand:Aye, sir, oh, I do. Now sir, the government and central church demand of you the name of him who reported Mr. Thomas Putnam a common murderer. From outside a drumroll strikes the air. MARY WARREN: I only come to see the great doings in the world. You must see it, sir, its Gods work we do. PROCTOR: She has not been a girl these fifteen years, Your Honor. We are entirely amazed. John ProctorGiles Corey: He dont believe in witches. Pause, for the first time he turns directly to her. DANFORTH: Did you ever see her sister, Mary Easty, with the Devil? But youre not, youre not, and let you remember it! She has tried to leap out the window; we discovered her this morning on the highroad, waving her arms as though shed fly. gently pressing her from him, with great sympathy but firmly: Oh, I marvel how such a strong man may let such a sickly wife be. The door opens. The Crucible Scene 3 Summary and Analysis Act III: Scene 3 Summary Danforth summons Abigail and three of the girls into the vestry room, where he questions Abigail. She suddenly breaks off and sobs and sits down, exhausted. MERCY: Its weirdish, I know notshe seems to walk like a dead one since last night. I will not discuss it. Could I have a sip of cider for me goin away? PARRIS: You will confess yourself or I will take you out and whip you to your death, Tituba! suddenly snatching the warrant out of Cheevers hands: is innocent! He glances at her, then goes to Betty on the bed. HALE, to Parris, trying to contain himself:Is every defense an attack upon the court? To Danforth, who impresses him and to whom he smiles through his strain:My name is Corey, sir, Giles Corey. If I may say it, sir, I know this man all my life. She made Betty do it! We never touched, Abby. ABIGAIL: They want slaves, not such as I. HALE, indicating Abigail and the girls:You cannot believe them! HALE: Why can she not wake? PROCTOR: I do, sir. ELIZABETH: Then why do you anger with me when I bid you break it? A precaution only. There is a promise made in any bed, John, have you ever shown her somewhat of contempt? BETTY: You did, you did! Proctors anger is rising; he cannot speak. GILES: I will not give you no name, I mentioned my wifes name once and Ill burn in hell long enough for that. HATHORNE, with a gleam of victory:And yet, when people accused of witchery confronted you in court, you would faint, saying their spirits came out of their bodies and choked you, PARRIS: But you did turn cold, did you not? PROCTOR: Id have you see some honesty in it. TITUBA, deeply relieved:Oh, God bless you, Mr. Hale! ABIGAIL, now beginning to angershe cant believe it:I have something better than hope, I think! PUTNAM: Ann! PARRIS: Man! Mary Warren, his servant, can barely speak for embarrassment and fear. Envy is a deadly sin, Mary. And Tituba conjured Ruth Putnams dead sisters. But I tell him, No! A childs spirit is like a child, you can never catch it by running after it; you must stand still, and, for love, it will soon itself come back. PARRIS: This be the third night. Let you ask Susanna Walcottshe saw me sewin it in court. PROCTOR: Ill plead my honesty no more, Elizabeth. I think they must be told. Here are all your familiar spiritsyour incubi and succubi; your witches that go by land, by air, and by sea; your wizards of the night and of the day. I beg you, let him sign it. Praise to God, man, praise to God; you shall be blessed in Heaven for this. PROCTOR: You will not use me! PROCTOR: Mary, tell the Governor what they He has hardly got a word out, when, seeing him coming for her, she rushes out of his reach, screaming in horror. Voices of townspeople rise in excitement. Ill sit with her. Which way do you go, Mister? GILES: Aye, and well win too, Putnamthis fool and I. And his good wife Ann. Its a sort of testament. And I thought I sawsomeone naked running through the trees! HALE: So I am told. Surely youll pray with them.