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- 1. Open Ended" Abby, we've got to tell. Witchery's a hagin' error, a hangin' error like they done in Boston two years ago. We must tell the truth, Abby! You'll only be whipped for dancin', and the other things!
- 2. Open Ended" I cannot blink what i saw, Abigail, for my enemies will not blink it. I saw a dress lying on the grass."
- 3. Open Ended" You did, you did! You drank a charm to kill John Proctor's wife! You drank a charm to kill Goody Proctor!
- 4. Open EndedHe is a sinner, a sinner not only against the moral fashion of the time, but against his won vision of decent conduct. These people had no ritual for washing away of sins. It is another trait we inherited from them, and it has helped to discipline us to breed hypocrisy among us. Proctor, respected and even feared in Salem, has come to regard himself as a kind of fraud
- 5. Open Ended"You think it's God's work you should never lose a child, nor grand-child either, and I bury all but one? There are wheels within wheels int his village, and fires within fires!"
- 6. Open Ended" I have trouble enough without I come five mile to hear him preach only hellfire and bloody damnation. Take it to heart Mr. Parris. There are many others who stay away from church these days because you hardly ever mention God anymore."
- 7. Open Ended" The last meeting i were at you spoke so long on deeds and mortgages I thought it were an auction."
- 8. Open Ended" I am you third preacher in seven years. I do not want to be put out like the cat whenever some majority feels whim."
- 9. Open Ended" I have gone tiptoe in this house all seven month since she is gone I have not moved from there to there without I think to please you, and still an everlasting funeral marches round you heart."
- 10. Open Ended" SInce we built the church there were pewter candle-sticks upon the altar; Francis Nurse made them, y'know, and a sweeter hand never touched the metal. But Parris came, and for twenty week he preach nothin' but golden candlesticks until he had them. I labor the earth from dawn of day to blink of night, and I tell you true, when I look to heaven and see my money glaring at his elbows- it hurt my prayer sir, it hurt my prayer. I think, sometimes the man dreams cathedrals, not clapboard meetin' house."
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