Act I
ABIGAIL, with a bitter anger: Oh, I marvel how such a strong man may let such a sickly wife be— PROCTOR, angered at himself as well: You'll speak nothin' of Elizabeth! ABIGAIL: She is blackening...
Act II
ELIZABETH: John, with so many in jail, more than Cheever’s help is needed now, I think. Would you favor me with this? Go to Abigail.PROCTOR, his soul hardening as he senses: What have I to say to...
Act III
PROCTOR, breathless and in agony: It [Abigail] is a whore! DANFORTH, dumfounded: You charge—? ABIGAIL: Mr. Danforth, he is lying! PROCTOR: Mark her! Now she'll suck a scream to stab me with butâ€...
Act IV
PROCTOR: You will not use me! I am no Sarah Good or Tituba, I am John Proctor! You will not use me! It is no part of salvation that you should use me! DANFORTH: I do not wish to— PROCTOR: I have...