Hester vanishes. Satan fades. No light, save "A" on Dimsdell's breast.
And, now I go, I put this curse upon thee:
Be coward still, wear outwardly the garb
Of righteousness, shake in thy pious shoes,
Cover the stigma on thy breast from eyes
Of flesh, and be a hypocrite, till death
Relieves the world of thee. We'll meet again.
[Lightning. Exit Satan. Dimsdell lies in trance.
Night. No sound, no light.
[Act III.]
[Scene I.]
Roger. The fox that robbed my roost is sly; he keeps
The cover warily; and, now the scent
Is cold, the curs that yelp in scandal's pack
Bay loud on many faults, but cannot trace him.
Enter Diggory.
Diggory. Doctor, the Governor will join you presently.