GOODWIFE HUBBARD
(with a shiver).
The water in the pond is deep and cold.
WINTHROP.
Here come Caldwell and Blackthorne with a ducking-chair. (Blackthorne and Caldwell carry between them a rude chair fashioned hastily from wood on which the bark still clings.) Well and swiftly fashioned, Blackthorne!
GOODY GURTON.
Mercy! Mercy! Gentle sirs, neighbors, goodwives! I am no witch! I swear it. I had naught, naught to do with Barbara Williams.
BRADFORD.
A last chance, Goody. Call up your evil powers. Bring back the child, and it shall be the stocks; but not the pond. Call! Call!
GOODY GURTON.
I have no words. I cannot bring her back. Mercy! Mercy!