They be coming for me tomorrow. And what say I to them? Give them what they want? Play along, play their lie?
You be a better man than that, John Proctor.
Aye, but tell, why should I give them my life? I did nothing for the cause of witchery. I tried for honesty… it were a charade, I tell them! It were nothing but an act and people… people are dying.
Elizabeth would understand. Aye, and the child… I am an innocent man. But what would she say to a life wed to a liar? A cowardly liar. And my child, what father could ask for respect if I gave them a name as black as the night’s sky? Elizabeth… the child… they deserve better than that. They done no wrong.
But me… I have sinned. The lord knows I have sinned. Abigail. Jealousy and spite flow through the veins of that deceitful whore, who lured me to her bed of lechery and she …show more content…
I have given them confession of my lechery, and I am willing to wear it… Is that not enough? What man would throw away his dignity to a cause not true? This is not justice.
Aye, it is evil. That they be shacklin’ and throwin’ me in the jail to be left at the mercy of a pack of conniving little girls over an opinion of a man… I thought Ezekiel Cheever to be an honest and reasonable man, but alas he is only a puppet of the court and of Abigail. How dare he chain Elizabeth at the word of that lying harlot! I know not their motivation or their thoughts but this… I tell this is not justice! People be dying… like animals, they die!
So, do I speak? Do I give them their lie? Aye, how they would enjoy the satisfaction… Oh, how it would clear their pathetic conscience; relieve their looming doubt and redeem them of their precious name…
“Mister John Proctor confesses to witchcraft – let Salem hear it!”
No! No! I will not have it! What of my name? I will not live in shame of a lie! I will hold my tongue… and tomorrow I will be hung…
Death… what of the child? What of Elizabeth? With no land, with
You be a better man than that, John Proctor.
Aye, but tell, why should I give them my life? I did nothing for the cause of witchery. I tried for honesty… it were a charade, I tell them! It were nothing but an act and people… people are dying.
Elizabeth would understand. Aye, and the child… I am an innocent man. But what would she say to a life wed to a liar? A cowardly liar. And my child, what father could ask for respect if I gave them a name as black as the night’s sky? Elizabeth… the child… they deserve better than that. They done no wrong.
But me… I have sinned. The lord knows I have sinned. Abigail. Jealousy and spite flow through the veins of that deceitful whore, who lured me to her bed of lechery and she …show more content…
I have given them confession of my lechery, and I am willing to wear it… Is that not enough? What man would throw away his dignity to a cause not true? This is not justice.
Aye, it is evil. That they be shacklin’ and throwin’ me in the jail to be left at the mercy of a pack of conniving little girls over an opinion of a man… I thought Ezekiel Cheever to be an honest and reasonable man, but alas he is only a puppet of the court and of Abigail. How dare he chain Elizabeth at the word of that lying harlot! I know not their motivation or their thoughts but this… I tell this is not justice! People be dying… like animals, they die!
So, do I speak? Do I give them their lie? Aye, how they would enjoy the satisfaction… Oh, how it would clear their pathetic conscience; relieve their looming doubt and redeem them of their precious name…
“Mister John Proctor confesses to witchcraft – let Salem hear it!”
No! No! I will not have it! What of my name? I will not live in shame of a lie! I will hold my tongue… and tomorrow I will be hung…
Death… what of the child? What of Elizabeth? With no land, with