I'll swear that Goodwife Corey Never did harm to any living creature.
She's a good woman, if there ever was one.
GLOYD.
Well, we shall see.

As for that Bridget Bishop, She has been tried before; some years ago A negro testified he saw her shape Sitting upon the rafters in a barn, And holding in its hand an egg; and while He went to fetch his pitchfork, she had vanished.
And now be quiet, will you?
I am tired, And want to sleep here on the grass a little.
They stretch themselves on the grass.
ONE OF THE MEN.
There may be Witches riding through the air Over our heads on broomsticks at this moment, Bound for some Satan's Sabbath in the woods To be baptized.
GLOYD.
I wish they'd take you with them, And hold you under water, head and ears, Till you were drowned; and that would stop your talking, If nothing else will.

Let me sleep, I say.
ACT IV SCENE I.-- The Green in front of the village Meeting-house.

An excited crowd gathering.

Enter JOHN GLOYD.
A FARMER.
Who will be tried to-day?
A SECOND.
I do not know.
Here is John Gloyd.