JUSTICE MERTON You have soiled, you have smirched, the virgin reputation of my niece. You have inveigled her into notions of witchcraft; already the neighbours are beginning to talk. ’Tis a long lane which hath no turning, saith the Lord. Permit me—as a witch, thou art judged. Thou shalt hang.
A VOICE [Behind him.] And me too?
JUSTICE MERTON [Turns about and stares.] I beg pardon.
THE VOICE [In front of him.] Not at all.
JUSTICE MERTON Did—did somebody speak?
THE VOICE Don’t you recognize my voice? Still and small, you know. If you will kindly let me out, we can chat.
JUSTICE MERTON [Turning fiercely on Goody Rickby.] These are thy sorceries. But I fear them not. The righteous man walketh with God. [Going to the book which lies on the table.] Satan, I ban thee! I will read from the Holy Scriptures!
[Unclasping the Bible, he flings open the ponderous covers.—Dickon steps forth in smoke.]
DICKON Thanks; it was stuffy in there.
JUSTICE MERTON [Clasping his hands.] Dickon!