I will not be quiet I say! And hereafter you will remember my words, and if they prevail with you, men of Massachusetts-Bay, ye will be ready to cry out for joy that I was not brow-beaten by your looks; nor scared by your threats—
Have done Sir.—Do your duty Master High-Sheriff.
—Begone Sir. Touch me if you dare.—You see this staff.—You know something of me and of my ways.—Touch me if you dare. What I have to say shall be said, though I die for it. By our Sovereign Lord and Master and Mary his Queen, I charge you to hear me! You are shedding the blood of the innocent! You are driving away the good and the brave by scores from the land! You are saying to people of no courage, as to that poor woman there—as I live she is fast asleep—asleep! ... while that grey-headed man who stoops over her is about to pronounce the judgment of death upon her—
Wake the prisoner ... what, ho, there! cried the chief judge.
The officer went up to poor Martha and shook her; but she did not appear to know where she was, and fell asleep again with her little withered hands crossed in her lap.
You are saying to her and such as her.... Confess and you are safe. Deny, and you perish—
To the point Mr. Burroughs.... We are tired of this; we have put up with enough to-day—
I will. I demand of you judges that you call upon every man there in that box to say, each man for himself, whether it be his opinion that Martha Cory should suffer death. I will have it so.... I will have it on record—I will not permit a man of the twelve in such a case to hide himself under the cloak of the majority—
It cannot be master Burroughs—it cannot be—such a thing was never heard of ... gentlemen of the jury, look upon the prisoner.
Hear me but a word more! I see death in the very eyes of the jury—I see that we have no hope. Hear me nevertheless ... hear me for a minute or two, and I will go away from you forever—