He hath led me Into this thicket, struck me in the face With branches of the trees, and so entangled The fetlocks of my horse with vines and brambles, That I must needs dismount, and search on foot For the lost pathway leading to the village.
Re-enter TITUBA.
What shape is this?
What monstrous apparition, Exceeding fierce, that none may pass that way?
Tell me, good woman, if you are a woman-- TITUBA.
I am a woman, but I am not good, I am a Witch! MATHER.
Then tell me, Witch and woman, For you must know the pathways through this wood, Where lieth Salem Village?
TITUBA.
Reverend sir, The village is near by.

I'm going there With these few herbs.

I'll lead you.

Follow me.
MATHER.
First say, who are you?
I am loath to follow A stranger in this wilderness, for fear Of being misled, and left in some morass.
Who are you?
TITUBA.
I am Tituba the Witch, Wife of John Indian.
MATHER.
You are Tituba?
I know you then.

You have renounced the Devil, And have become a penitent confessor, The Lord be praised! Go on, I'll follow you.
Wait only till I fetch my horse, that stands Tethered among the trees, not far from here.
TITUBA.
Let me get up behind you, reverend sir.
MATHER.
The Lord forbid! What would the people think, If they should see the Reverend Cotton Mather Ride into Salem with a Witch behind him?
The Lord forbid! TITUBA.
I do not need a horse! I can ride through the air upon a stick, Above the tree-tops and above the houses, And no one see me, no one overtake me.
[Exeunt.
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