Ah, she tortures me! I see her face now.

It is Goodwife Bishop! Why does she torture me?
I never harmed her! And now she strikes me with an iron rod! Oh, I am beaten! MATHER.
This is wonderful!.
I can see nothing! Is this apparition Visibly there, and yet we cannot see it?
HATHORNE.
It is.

The spectre is invisible Unto our grosser senses, but she sees it.
MARY.
Look! look! there is another clad in gray! She holds a spindle in her hand, and threatens To stab me with it! It is Goodwife Corey! Keep her away! Now she is coming at me! Oh, mercy! mercy! WALCOT (thrusting with his sword.
There is nothing there! MATHER to HATHORNE.
Do you see anything?
HATHORNE.
The laws that govern The spiritual world prevent our seeing Things palpable and visible to her.
These spectres are to us as if they were not.
Mark her; she wakes.
TITUBA touches her, and she awakes.
MARY.
Who are these gentlemen?
WALCOT.
They are our friends.

Dear Mary, are you better?
MARY.
Weak, very weak.
Taking a spindle from her lap, and holding it up.
How came this spindle here?
TITUBA.
You wrenched it from the hand of Goodwife Corey When she rushed at you.
HATHORNE.
Mark that, reverend sir! MATHER.
It is most marvellous, most inexplicable! TITUBA.

(picking up a bit of gray cloth from the floor).
And here, too, is a bit of her gray dress, That the sword cut away.
MATHER.
Beholding this, It were indeed by far more credulous To be incredulous than to believe.
None but a Sadducee, who doubts of all Pertaining to the spiritual world, Could doubt such manifest and damning proofs! HATHORNE.
Are you convinced?
MATHER to MARY.
Dear child, be comforted! Only by prayer and fasting can you drive These Unclean Spirits from you.