MARTHA. 
                      I know no bird.

HATHORNE. 
Have you not dealt with a Familiar Spirit?

MARTHA. 
No, never, never!

HATHORNE. 
               What then was the Book
You showed to this young woman, and besought her
To write in it?

MARTHA. 
          Where should I have a book? 
I showed her none, nor have none.

MARY. 
                     The next Sabbath
Is the Communion Day, but Martha Corey
Will not be there!

MARTHA. 
           Ah, you are all against me. 
What can I do or say?

HATHORNE. 
                    You can confess.

MARTHA. 
No, I cannot, for I am innocent.

HATHORNE. 
We have the proof of many witnesses
That you are guilty.

MARTHA. 
             Give me leave to speak. 
Will you condemn me on such evidence,—­
You who have known me for so many years? 
Will you condemn me in this house of God,
Where I so long have worshipped with you all? 
Where I have eaten the bread and drunk the wine
So many times at our Lord’s Table with you? 
Bear witness, you that hear me; you all know
That I have led a blameless life among you,
That never any whisper of suspicion
Was breathed against me till this accusation. 
And shall this count for nothing?  Will you take
My life away from me, because this girl,
Who is distraught, and not in her right mind,
Accuses me of things I blush to name?

HATHORNE. 
What! is it not enough?  Would you hear more? 
Giles Corey!

COREY. 
             I am here.

HATHORNE. 
                  Come forward, then.

COREY ascends the platform.

Is it not true, that on a certain night
You were impeded strangely in your prayers? 
That something hindered you? and that you left
This woman here, your wife, kneeling alone
Upon the hearth?

COREY. 
               Yes; I cannot deny it.

HATHORNE. 
Did you not say the Devil hindered you?

COREY. 
I think I said some words to that effect.

HATHORNE. 
Is it not true, that fourteen head of cattle,
To you belonging, broke from their enclosure
And leaped into the river, and were drowned?

COREY. 
It is most true.

HATHORNE. 
               And did you not then say
That they were overlooked?

COREY. 
                      So much I said. 
I see; they’re drawing round me closer, closer,
A net I cannot break, cannot escape from! (Aside).

HATHORNE. 
Who did these things?

COREY. 
         I do not know who did them.

HATHORNE. 
Then I will tell you.  It is some one near you;
You see her now; this woman, your own wife.

COREY. 
I call the heavens to witness, it is false! 
She never harmed me, never hindered me
In anything but what I should not do. 
And I bear witness in the sight of heaven,
And in God’s house here, that I never knew her
As otherwise than patient, brave, and true,
Faithful, forgiving, full of charity,
A virtuous and industrious and good wife!