On a morn like this I can forgive mine enemies, and thank God For all his goodness unto me and mine.
My orchard groans with russets and pearmains; My ripening corn shines golden in the sun; My barns are crammed with hay, my cattle thrive The birds sing blithely on the trees around me! And blither than the birds my heart within me.
But Satan still goes up and down the earth; And to protect this house from his assaults, And keep the powers of darkness from my door, This horseshoe will I nail upon the threshold.
Nails down the horseshoe.
There, ye night-hags and witches that torment The neighborhood, ye shall not enter here!-- What is the matter in the field ?--John Gloyd! The cattle are all running to the woods!-- John Gloyd! Where is the man?
Enter JOHN GLOYD.
Look there! What ails the cattle?
Are they all bewitched?
They run like mad.
GLOYD.
They have been overlooked.
COREY.
The Evil Eye is on them sure enough.
Call all the men.

Be quick.

Go after them! Exit GLOYD and enter MARTHA.
MARTHA.
What is amiss?
COREY.
The cattle are bewitched.
They are broken loose and making for the woods.
MARTHA.
Why will you harbor such delusions, Giles?
Bewitched?
Well, then it was John Gloyd bewitched them; I saw him even now take down the bars And turn them loose! They're only frolicsome.
COREY.
The rascal! MARTHA.
I was standing in the road, Talking with Goodwife Proctor, and I saw him.
COREY.
With Proctor's wife?
And what says Goodwife Proctor?
MARTHA.
Sad things indeed; the saddest you can hear Of Bridget Bishop.

She's cried out upon! COREY.
Poor soul! I've known her forty year or more.
She was the widow Wasselby, and then She married Oliver, and Bishop next.
She's had three husbands.

I remember well My games of shovel-board at Bishop's tavern In the old merry days, and she so gay With her red paragon bodice and her ribbons! Ah, Bridget Bishop always was a Witch! MARTHA.
They'll little help her now,--her caps and ribbons, And her red paragon bodice and her plumes, With which she flaunted in the Meeting-house! When next she goes there, it will be for trial.
COREY.
When will that be?
MARTHA.
This very day at ten.
COREY.
Then get you ready.