Giles Corey, Yeoman Part 5

_Hathorne._ There must be no holding back. The powers of darkness be let loose amongst us, and they that be against them must be up.

We must hang, hang, hang, till we overcome!

_Parris._ Yea, we must not falter, though all the woods of Ma.s.sachusetts Bay be cut for gallows-trees, and the country be like Sodom. Verily, Satan hath manifested himself at the head of our enemies; the colonies were never in such peril as now. We must strive as never before, or all will be lost. The wilderness full of malignant savages, who be the veritable servants of Satan, closes us in, and the cloven footmark is in our midst. There must be no dallying as we would save the colonies. Widow Hutchins saith her daughter is grievously pressed. (_A scream._) There, heard you that?

_Hathorne._ It is dreadful, dreadful, that an innocent maid should be so tormented by acts which her guileless fancy could never compa.s.s!

_Parris._ Verily, malignity hath ever cowardice in conjunction with it. Satan loveth best to afflict those who can make no defence, and fastens his talons first in the lambs.

_Enter_ Widow Hutchins _with the embroidered cape._

_Hutchins._ Here, your wors.h.i.+ps, is the cape.

_Hathorne_ (_examines it_). I have seen women folk wear its like on the Sabbath day. I can see naught unwonted about it.

_Parris._ It looketh like any cape.

_Hutchins._ I fear it be not like any cape. Had your wors.h.i.+ps seen my poor child writhe under it, and I myself, when I would try it on, bent down to my knees as under a ton weight, your wors.h.i.+ps would not think it like any cape.

_Parris._ I suspect there be verily evil work in the cape, and a witch's bodkin hath pierced these cunning eyelets. It goeth so fast now that erelong every guileless, senseless thing in our houses, down to the tinder-box and the candle-stick, will find hinges and turn into a gate, whereby witchcraft can enter. You say, Widow Hutchins, that Olive Corey gave this cape to your daughter?

_Hutchins._ That did she. Yesterday evening Ann went down to Goody Corey's house for a little chat; she and Olive have been gossips ever since they were children, though lately there hath been somewhat of bitterness betwixt them.

_Parris._ How mean you?

_Hutchins._ I have laid it upon my mind ere now to tell you, being much wrought up concerning it, and thinking that you might give me somewhat of spiritual consolation and advice. It was in this wise.

Paul Bayley, who, they say, goeth every Sabbath night to Goody Corey's house and sitteth up until unseemly hours with Olive, looked once with a favorable eye upon my daughter Ann. Had your wors.h.i.+ps seen him, as I saw him one day in the meeting-house, look at Ann when she wore her green paduasoy, you had not doubted. Youths look not thus upon maidens unless they be inclined toward them. But this hussy Olive Corey did come between Paul and my Ann, and that not of her own merits. There is n.o.body in Salem Village who would say that Olive Corey's looks be aught in comparison with my Ann's, but I trow Goody Corey hath arts which make amends for lack of beauty. I trow all ill-favored folk might be fair would they have such arts used upon them.

_Hathorne._ What mean you by that saying?

_Hutchins._ I mean Goody Corey hath devilish arts whereby she giveth her daughter a beauty beyond her own looks, wherewith she may entice young men.

_Hathorne._ You say that this cape caused your daughter torment?

_Hutchins._ Your wors.h.i.+ps, it lay on her neck like a fire-brand, and she thought she should die ere she cast it off.

_Hathorne._ Widow Hutchins, will you now put on the cape?

_Hutchins._ Oh, your wors.h.i.+p, I dare not put it on! I fear it will be the death of me if I do.

_Hathorne._ Minister Parris, wilt thou put on the cape?

_Parris._ Good Master Hathorne, it would ill behoove a minister of the gospel to put himself in jeopardy when so many be depending upon him to lead them in this dreadful conflict with the powers of darkness. But do thou put on the mantle the while I go to prayer to avert any ill that may come of it.

_Hathorne._ Nay, I will make no such jest of my office of magistrate as to put this woman's gear on my shoulders. I doubt if there be aught in it. Prithee, Widow Hutchins, when did this torment first come upon the young woman?

_Hutchins._ Your wors.h.i.+p, she went, as I have said, to Goody Corey's yester-evening to have a little chat with her gossip, Olive, and Paul Bayley came in also, and some of them did talk strangely about this witchcraft, Olive and Goody Corey nodding and winking, and making light of it. And then when Ann said she must be home, Paul rose quickly and made as though he would go with her, but Goody Corey would not let him, and herself went with Ann. And she did practise her devilish arts upon my poor child all the way home, and when my poor child got on the door-stone she burst open the door, and came in as though all the witches were after her, and she hath not been herself since. She hath ever since been grievously tormented, being set upon now by Goody Corey, and now by Olive, being choked and twisted about until I thought she would die, and so I fear she will, unless they be speedily put in chains. It seemeth flesh and blood cannot endure it. Mercy Lewis is just come in, and she saw Goody Corey and Olive upon her when she opened the door.

_Hathorne._ This evil work must be stopped at all hazards, and this monstrous brood of witches gotten out of the land.

_Parris._ Yea, verily, although we have to reach under the covenant for them. [_Screams._

_Hutchins._ Oh, your wors.h.i.+ps, my poor child will have no peace until they be chained in prison.

_Hathorne._ They shall be chained in prison before the sun sets. I will at once go forth and issue warrants for the arrest of Martha Corey and her daughter. [_More violent screams and loud voices overhead._

_Parris._ Would it not be well, good Master Hathorne, for us to see the afflicted maid before we depart?

_Hutchins._ Oh, I pray you, sirs, come up stairs to my poor child's chamber and see yourselves in what grievous torment she lies. She hath often called for Minister Parris, saying they dared not so afflict her were he there.

_Hathorne._ It would perchance be as well. Lead the way, if you will, Widow Hutchins. [_Exeunt. Screams continue._

_Enter_ Nancy Fox _and_ Phoebe Morse _stealthily from other door._ Phoebe _carries her rag doll._

_Nancy._ Ma.s.sy sakes, hear them screeches!

_Phoebe_ (_clinging to_ Nancy). Oh, Nancy, won't they catch us too!

I'm afraid!

_Nancy._ They can't touch us; we're witches too.

_Phoebe._ Ma.s.sy sakes! I forgot we were witches.

_Nancy._ Hear that, will ye? Ain't she a-ketchin' it?

_Phoebe._ Nancy, do you suppose it's the pin I stuck in my doll makes Ann screech that way?

_Nancy._ Most likely 'tis. Stick in another, and see if she screeches louder.

_Phoebe._ No, I won't. I'll pull the pin out; 'twas this one in my doll's arm. (_Pulls out pin and flings it on the floor._) I won't have Ann hurt so bad as that if Olive did give her the cape. Why don't she stop screeching now, Nancy? Oh, Nancy, somebody's coming!

I hear somebody at the door. Crawl under the bed--quick! quick!

[Phoebe _gets down and begins to crawl under the bed._ Nancy _tries to imitate her, but cannot bend herself._

_Nancy._ Oh, ma.s.sy! I've got a crick in my back, and I can't double up. What shall I do? (_Tries to bend._) I can't; no, I can't! 'Tis like a hot poker. Ma.s.sy! what 'll I do?

_Phoebe._ You've got to, Nancy. Quick! the latch is lifting. Quick!

quick! I'll push you. No; I'll pull you. Here!

[_Pulls_ Nancy _down upon the floor, and rolls her under the bed; gets under herself just as the door is pushed open._

_Enter_ Giles Corey _in great excitement._

_Giles_ (_running across the room, and listening at the door leading to the chamber stairs_). Devil take them! why don't they put an end to it? Why do they let the poor la.s.s be set upon this way?

Screeching so you can hear her all over Salem Village! There! hear that, will ye? Out upon them! Widow Hutchins! Widow Hutchins! Can't you give her some physic? Sha'n't I come up there with my musket?

Why don't they find out who is so tormenting her and chain her up in prison? 'Tis some witch or other. Oh, I'd hang her; I'd tie the rope myself. Poor la.s.s! poor la.s.s! [_The door is pushed open, and_ Giles _starts back._

_Enter_ John Hathorne, Minister Parris, _and_ Widow Hutchins.

_Giles._ Good-day, Widow Hutchins. Shall I go up there with my musket?