Act VI.

Three weeks later. Lane near Salem overhung by blossoming apple-trees. Enter Hathorne, Corwin, and Parris.

Corwin. 'Tis better here, a little removed from the field where they are putting Giles Corey to death. I could bear the sight of it no longer.

Hathorne. You are fainthearted, good Master Corwin.

Parris. Your worship, you should strive in prayer, lest you falter not in the strife against Satan.

Corwin. I know not that I have faltered in any strife against Satan.

Parris. Perchance 'tis but your worship's delicate frame of body causeth you to shrink from this stern duty.

Hathorne. This torment of Giles Corey's can last but a little space now: He hath still his chance to speak and avert

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his death, and he will do it erelong. They have increased the weights mightily. Fear not, good Master Corwin, Giles Corey will not die; erelong his old tongue will wag like a millwheel.

Corwin. I doubt much, good Master Hathorne, if Giles Corey speak. And if he does not speak, and so be put to death, as is decreed, I doubt much if the temper of the people will stand more. There, are those who have sympathy with Giles Corey. I heard many murmurs in the streets of Salem this morning.

Parris. Ay, let them murmur, so long as we wield the sword of the Lord and of Gideon.

Enter first Messenger.

Hathorne. Here comes a man from the field. How goes it now with Giles Corey?

Parris. And he hath been under the weights since early light. Truly such obstinacy is marvellous.

[Exit Messenger.

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Hathorne. Satan gives a strength beyond human measure to his disciples.

Enter Olive and Paul Bayley, appearing in the distance. Olive wears a white gown and while bonnet.

Hathorne. Who is that maid coming in a bride bonnet?

Corwin. 'Tis Corey's daughter. I marvel that Paul lets her come hither. 'Tis no place for her, so near. Master Hathorne, let us withdraw a little way. I would not see her distress. I am somewhat shaken in nerve this morning.

[Corwin, Hathorne, and Parris exeunt at other end of lane.

Olive (as she and Paul advance). Who were those men, Paul?

Paul. The magistrates and Minister Parris, sweet.

Paul. Yes, they are quite out of sight. Oh, why wouldst thou come here, dear heart ?

Olive. Thou thinkest to cheat me, Paul; but thou canst not cheat me. Three fields away to the right have they

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dragged my father this morning. I knew it, I knew it, although you strove so hard to keep it from me. I'll be as near my father's death-bed on my wedding-day as I can.

Paul. I pray thee, sweetheart, come away with me, This will do no good.

Olive. Loyalty doth good to the heart that holds it, if to no other. Think you I'll forsake my father because 'tis my wedding-day, Paul? Oh, I trow not, I trow not, or I'd make thee no true wife.

Paul. It but puts thee to needless torment.

Olive. Torment! torment! Think of what he this moment bears! Oh, my father, my father! Paul Bayley, why have I wedded you this dreadful day!

Paul. Hush! Thy father wished it, sweetheart.

Olive. I swear to you I'll never love any other than my father. I love you not.

Olive (clinging to him). Nay, I love thee, but I hate myself for it on this day.

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Paul (caressing her). Poor lass! Poor lass

Olive. Why wear I this bridal. gear, and my father over yonder*on his dreadful death-bed? Why could you not have gone your own way and let me gone mine all the rest of my life in black apparel, a-mourning for my father? That would have beseemed me. This needed not have been so; it needed never have been so.

Paul Never?, I tell thee, sweet, as well say to these apple blossoms that they need never be apples, and to that rose-bush against the wall that its buds need not be roses. In faith, we be far set in that course of nature, dear, with the apple blossoms and the rose-buds, where the beginning cannot be without the end. Our own motion be lost, and we be swept along with a current that is mightier than death, whether we would have it so or not.

Olive. I know not. I only know I would be faithful to my poor father. But 'twas his last wish that I should wed thee thus.

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Paul. Yes, dear.

Olive. He said so that morning before his trial. Oh, Paul, I can see it now, the trial! I have been to the trial every day since. Shall I go every ay of my life? Perchance thou may often come home and find thy wife gone to the trial, and no supper. I will go on my wedding day; my father shall have no slights put upon him. I can see him stand there, mute. They cry out upon him and mock him and lay false charges upon him, and he stands mute. The judge declares the dreadful penalty, and he stands mute. Oh, my father, my poor father! I tell ye my father will not mind anything. The Governor and the justices may command him as they will, the afflicted may clamor and gibe as they will, and I may pray to him, but he will not mind, he will stand mute. I tell ye there be not power enough in the colony to make him speak. Ye know not my father. He will have the best of it.

Paul. Thou speakest like his daughter now. Keep thyself up to this, sweet. The daughter of a hero should have

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some brave stuff in her. Thy 'father does a greater deed than thou knowest.  His dumbness will save the colonies
from more than thou dreamest of.  'Twill put an end to this dreadful madness; he himself hath foretold it.

[A clamor is heard. 

Olive. Paul, Paul, what is that ?

Olive. 'Twas not.  Oh, my father, my father!

Paul. Olive, thou must not stay here.

[Paul and Olive step aside.

Enter second Messenger.  Hathorne, Corwin and Parris advance to meet him.

Hathorne.  How goes it now with Giles Corey?

Messenger. Your Worship, Giles Corey hath not spoken.

Hathorne. What! Have they not increased the Weights?

Messenger. They have doubled the Weights, your worship.

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Parris. I trow Satan himself hath put his shoulder under the stones to take off the strain. [Exit Messenger.

Hathorne. 'Tis a marvel the old tavern-brawler endures so long, but he'll soon speak now.

Corwin. Hush, good master, his daughter can hear.

Hathorne. Let her then withdraw if it please her not. I'll warrant he cannot bear much more; he will soon speak.

[Corwin speaks aside to Paul and motions him to take Olive away. Paul takes her by the arm. She shakes her head and will not go.

Hathorne. I trow 'twill take other than an unlettered clown like Giles Corey to stand firm under this stress. He'll speak soon.

Parris. Yea, that he will. He can never hold out. He hath not the mind for it.

Hathorne. It takes a man of finer wit

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than he to undergo it.  He will speak.  Oh yes, fear ye not, he will speak.

Olive (breaking away from Paul). My father will not speak.  I tell ye there be not stones enough in the provinces to make him speak.  Ye know not my father.  My father will have the best of ye all.

Enter third Messenger, running.

Hathorne. How goes it now with Giles Corey?

Messenger. Giles Corey is dead, and he has not spoken.

Olive clings to Paul as curtain falls.

THE END.

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