The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,299 pages of information about The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
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The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,299 pages of information about The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

FARMER. 
He does not hear.  Good morrow, neighbor Corey!

COREY
Good morrow.

FARMER. 
   Have you seen John Proctor lately?

COREY. 
No, I have not.

FARMER. 
           Then do not see him, Corey.

COREY. 
Why should I not?

FARMER. 
       Because he’s angry with you. 
So keep out of his way.  Avoid a quarrel.

COREY. 
Why does he seek to fix a quarrel on me?

FARMER. 
He says you burned his house.

COREY. 
                    I burn his house? 
If he says that, John Proctor is a liar! 
The night his house was burned I was in bed,
And I can prove it!  Why, we are old friends! 
He could not say that of me.

FARMER. 
                         He did say it. 
I heard him say it.

COREY. 
                Then he shall unsay it.

FARMER. 
He said you did it out of spite to him
For taking part against you in the quarrel
You had with your John Gloyd about his wages. 
He says you murdered Goodell; that you trampled
Upon his body till he breathed no more. 
And so beware of him; that’s my advice!
                                  [Exit.

COREY. 
By heaven! this is too much!  I’ll seek him out,
And make him eat his words, or strangle him. 
I’ll not be slandered at a time like this,
When every word is made an accusation,
When every whisper kills, and every man
Walks with a halter round his neck!

Enter GLOYD in haste.

What now? 
GLOYD. 
I came to look for you.  The cattle—­

COREY. 
                                  Well,
What of them?  Have you found them?

GLOYD. 
                   They are dead. 
I followed them through the woods, across the meadows;
Then they all leaped into the Ipswich River,
And swam across, but could not climb the bank,
And so were drowned.

COREY. 
            You are to blame for this;
For you took down the bars, and let them loose.

GLOYD. 
That I deny.  They broke the fences down. 
You know they were bewitched.

COREY. 
                 Ah, my poor cattle! 
The Evil Eye was on them; that is true. 
Day of disaster!  Most unlucky day! 
Why did I leave my ploughing and my reaping
To plough and reap this Sodom and Gomorrah? 
Oh, I could drown myself for sheer vexation!
                                  [Exit.

GLOYD. 
He’s going for his cattle.  He won’t find them. 
By this time they have drifted out to sea. 
They will not break his fences any more,
Though they may break his heart.  And what care I?
                                  [Exit.

SCENE III. —­ COREY’s kitchen.  A table with supper.  MARTHA knitting.

MARTHA.

He’s come at last.  I hear him in the passage. 
Something has gone amiss with him today;
I know it by his step, and by the sound
The door made as he shut it.  He is angry.

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