Taking a spindle from her lap, and holding it up.
How came this spindle here?
TITUBA. You wrenched it from the hand of Goodwife Corey When she rushed at you.
HATHORNE.
Mark that, reverend sir!
MATHER. It is most marvellous, most inexplicable!
TITUBA. (picking up a bit of gray cloth from the floor). And here, too, is a bit of her gray dress, That the sword cut away.
MATHER.
Beholding this,
It were indeed by far more credulous
To be incredulous than to believe.
None but a Sadducee, who doubts of all
Pertaining to the spiritual world,
Could doubt such manifest and damning proofs!
HATHORNE. Are you convinced?
MATHER to MARY.
Dear child, be comforted!
Only by prayer and fasting can you drive
These Unclean Spirits from you. An old man
Gives you his blessing. God be with you, Mary!