Turner. Answer.
Mistress Wells. She hath not a word to say for herself.
Mistress Porter. Ah! we always knew she was not one of the elect!
Reuben. And they have even one of the hateful savages with them!
Gershom. Who would harbor the wretches?
Desire [pulling her mother's sleeve]. But, Mother, see how pretty it all is!
Priscilla. Oh, the beautiful tree! And gifts, too!
Jane. I would it were my little tree. Doesn't thee wish so, Desire?
Dominie Cobb. Dost see, woman, how swiftly thy ungodly example doth work to corrupt these wenches?