14th May Homework

DANFORTH [going to her]: Goody Proctor, you are not summoned here for disputation. Be there no wifely tenderness within you? He will die with the sunrise. Your husband. Do you understand 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 [Rising from her chair in a sudden outburst of rage]:To weep is to make less the depth of grief, and often a long session of weeping can often make you feel better, but I feel as if no amount of tears could make me feel any less pain and suffering. So how dare you go and accuse me of having my soul being delivered to the devil and to hell. I love my husband and he it to proud to forgive himself for the mistakes he has made in life [her chest rises and falls quickly as she gasps for breath]. I will speak with him, but let I leave you with this,my husband and I if anything are honest and when I say we have never have conspired with the devil I truly mean it.