Paul. To Boston, for a week's time or more.
Olive. Oh, Paul, there may be Injuns on the Boston path! Thou wilt be wary?
Paul (laughing). Have no fear for me, sweetheart. I shall have my musket.
Olive. A week?
Paul. 'Tis a short time, but long enough to need sweetening with a kiss when folk are absent from one another.
Olive (kisses him). Oh, be careful, Paul!
Paul. Fear not for me, sweetheart, but do thou too be careful, for sometimes danger sneaks at home, when we flee it abroad. Keep away from this witchcraft folly. Good-by, sweetheart. [They part. Olive sets a candle in the window after Paul's exit. Nine-o'clock bell still rings as curtain falls.
Scene II.—Twelve o'clock at night. Living-room at Giles Corey's house, lighted only by the moon and low fire-light. Enter Nancy Fox with a candle, Phœbe following with a large rag doll. Nancy sets the candle on the dresser.
Nancy. Be ye sure that Goody Corey is asleep, and Goodman Corey?
Phœbe (dances across to the door, which she opens slightly, and listens). They be both a-snoring. Hasten and begin, I pray you, Nancy.