Paul. 'Tis a severe one; but he shall not stand mute.
Phœbe. Oh, Paul, get Aunt Corey out of jail! Can't you get Aunt Corey out of jail?
Nancy. Perchance you could pry up the hook of the jail door with the old knife. It will be dark to-night. There is no moon until three o'clock in the morning.
Olive. Paul, think you not that my father's sons-in-law might do somewhat? They are men of influence. Their wives are but my half-sisters, but they are his own daughters. I marvel they have not come to me since this trouble.
Paul. Olive, his sons-in-law have sent in their written testimony against him and your mother.
Olive. Paul, it cannot be so!
Paul. They have surely so testified. There is no help to be had from them. I have a plan.
Olive. All is useless, Paul. His sons-in-law, his own daughters' husbands, have turned against him! There is no help anywhere. My mother will soon be hanged. Minister Parris said so last night when he came. And he knelt yonder and prayed that I might no longer practise witchcraft. My father and mother are lost, and I have brought it upon them. Talk no more to me, Paul.
Paul. Then, perchance your mother be a witch, Olive Corey.
Olive. My mother is not a witch.