Giles. Devil take ye, ye lying trollop! 'Tis a pity somebody had not been the death of ye before this happened!
Hathorne. Constables, hold the hands of the accused.
[Constables obey, and at once the afflicted are quiet.
Hathorne. Goodwife Corey, what do you say to this?
Martha. I see with whom we have to do. May the Lord have mercy upon us!
Hathorne. What say you to the charges that your husband, Giles Corey, hath many a time brought against you in the presence of witnesses—that you hindered him when he would go to prayer, causing the words to go from him strangely; that you were out after nightfall, and did ride home on a broomstick; and that you scoffed at these maids and their affliction, as if you were a witch yourself?
Giles. I said not so! Martha, I said it not so!
Hathorne. What say you to your husband's charge that you did afflict his ox and cat, causing his ox to fall in the yard, and the cat to be strangely sick?
Giles. Devil take the ox and the cat! I said not that she did afflict them.
Hathorne. Peace, Goodman Corey; you are now in court.