Parris. Yea, verily, although we have to reach under the covenant for them. [Screams.
Hutchins. Oh, your worships, my poor child will have no peace until they be chained in prison.
Hathorne. They shall be chained in prison before the sun sets. I will at once go forth and issue warrants for the arrest of Martha Corey and her daughter. [More violent screams and loud voices overhead.
Parris. Would it not be well, good Master Hathorne, for us to see the afflicted maid before we depart?
Hutchins. Oh, I pray you, sirs, come up stairs to my poor child's chamber and see yourselves in what grievous torment she lies. She hath often called for Minister Parris, saying they dared not so afflict her were he there.
Hathorne. It would perchance be as well. Lead the way, if you will, Widow Hutchins. [Exeunt. Screams continue.
Enter Nancy Fox and Phœbe Morse stealthily from other door. Phœbe carries her rag doll.
Nancy. Massy sakes, hear them screeches!
Phœbe (clinging to Nancy). Oh, Nancy, won't they catch us too! I'm afraid!
Nancy. They can't touch us; we're witches too.