MARTHA. On a gray mare, that somebody was riding Along the village road.
COREY.
Who was it? Tell me.
MARTHA. Some one who should have stayed at home.
COREY (restraining himself).
I see!
Don't vex me, Martha. Tell me where it is.
MARTHA. I've hidden it away.
COREY.
Go fetch it me.
MARTHA. Go find it.
COREY.
No. I'll ride down to the village
Bareback; and when the people stare and say,
"Giles Corey, where's your saddle?" I will answer,
"A Witch has stolen it." How shall you like that!
MARTHA. I shall not like it.
COREY.
Then go fetch the saddle.
[Exit MARTHA.