Hathorne. You are not here to go to prayer. I much fear that your many prayers have been to your master, the devil. Constables, bring forward the body of the accused.
[Afflicted Girls shriek. Constables lead Olive forward. Martha is led to one side.
Martha. Be of good cheer, dear child.
Giles. Yes, be not afraid of them, lass; thy father is here.
Hathorne. Silence! Olive Corey, why do you so afflict these other maids?
Olive. I do not, your worship.
Ann. She is looking at me. Oh, bid her look away, or she will kill me!
Olive. Oh, Ann, I do not! What mean you, dear Ann?
Hathorne. I charge you, Olive Corey, keep your eyes upon the floor.
Giles. Look where you please, lass, and thy old father will uphold thee in it; and I only wish your blue eyes could shoot pins into the lying hussies.