I thought I heard the hall-door open and shut! I thought I heard the footsteps of my boy! Bell. It was the wind. There's no one in the passage. Endicott. O Absalom, my son! I feel the world Death knocks! I go to meet him! Welcome, Death! (Rises, and sinks back dead; his head falling aside on his shoulder.) Bell. O ghastly sight! He breathes no more! Like one who has been hanged! [Raises ENDICOTT's head. How bright this signet-ring Glitters upon his hand, where he has worn it Now that the struggle and the strife are ended! Corroded this true steel. Oh, rest in peace, For ever rest in peace! DELUSIONS of the days that once have been, Phantoms of air, and necromantic arts That crushed the weak and awed the stoutest hearts,- We draw the outlines of weird figures cast In shadow on the background of the Past. Who would believe that in the quiet town Who would believe that in those peaceful streets, Where quiet reigns, and breathes through brain and breast Who would believe such deeds could find a place As these whose tragic history we retrace? 'Twas but a village then: the goodman ploughed The goodwife at her doorstep sat and spun, Were then the Minister and the Magistrate, Upon this simple folk "with fire and flame," All these stupendous and portentous things!" Be not too swift in casting the first stone, Of Sabbath bells, a Witch was burned or drowned. ACT I. SCENE I. The woods near Salem Village. Enter TITUBA with a basket of herbs. Tituba. Here's monkshood, that breeds fever in the blood; And deadly nightshade, that makes men see ghosts; And henbane, that will shake them with convulsions; And meadow-saffron and black hellebore, That rack the nerves, and puff the skin with dropsy; Am stronger than the captain with his sword, With all the fear and reverence that attend them! Can make them cough with asthma, shake with palsy, I have the Evil Eye, the Evil Hand: A touch from me, and they are weak with pain; Thus I work vengeance on mine enemies, Who, while they call me slave, are slaves to me! [Exit. (Enter MATHER, booted and spurred, with a riding-w hip in his hand.) Mather. Methinks that I have come by paths unknown Into the land and atmosphere of Witches; For, meditating as I journeyed on, Lo! I have lost my way! If I remember What shape is this? (Re-enter TITUBA.) What monstrous apparition. Exceeding fierce, that none may pass that way? Mather. Then tell me, Witch and woman, For you must know the pathways through this wood, Tituba. Reverend sir, The village is near by. I'm going there With these few herbs. I'll lead you. Follow me. Mather. First say, who are you? I am loth to follow A stranger in this wilderness, for fear Of being misled, and left in some morass. I know you then. You have renounced the Devil, The Lord be praised! Go on, I'll follow you. Tethered among the trees, not far from here. Tituba. Let me get up behind you, reverend sir. Mather. The Lord forbid! What would the people think If they should see the Reverend Cotton Mather Ride into Salem with a Witch behind him? The Lord forbid! Tituba. I do not need a horse; I can ride through the air upon a stick, [Exeunt. SCENE II. A room at JUSTICE HATHORNE'S. A clock in the corner. Enter HATHORNE and MATHER. Hathorne. You are welcome, reverend sir, thrice welcome here Beneath my humble roof. Mather. I thank your Worship. Hathorne. Pray you be seated. You must be fatigued With your long ride through unfrequented woods. [They sit down. Mather. You know the purport of my visit here, To be advised by you, and counsel with you, And with the Reverend Clergy of the village, Touching these witchcrafts that so much afflict you; And see with mine own eyes the wonders told Of spectres and the shadows of the dead That come back from their graves to speak with men. Hathorne. Some men there are, I have known such, who think That the two worlds-the seen and the unseen, The world of matter and the world of spirit- But these two worlds are not divided thus, Are open to the unseen feet of phantoms Hathorne. You, who are always welcome here among us, Are doubly welcome now. We need your wisdom, Your learning in these things, to be our guide. The Devil hath come down in wrath upon us, And ravages the land with all his hosts. Mather. The Unclean Spirit said, "My name is Legion!" Multitudes in the Valley of Destruction! But when our fervent, well-directed prayers, Are brought into the field, I see them scattered And driven like Autumn leaves before the wind. Hathorne. You, as a Minister of God, can meet them With spiritual weapons; but, alas! I, as a Magistrate, must combat them With weapons from the armoury of the flesh. Mather. These wonders of the world invisible, These spectral shapes that haunt our habitations,— The multiplied and manifold afflictions With which the aged and the dying saints Have their death prefaced and their age embittered,— The evening wolves will be much more abroad When we are near the evening of the world. Hathorne. When you shall see, as I have hourly seen, The sorceries and the witchcrafts that torment us, See children tortured by invisible spirits, And wasted and consumed by powers unseen, Mather. It must be so. The death-pangs of the Devil Will make him more a Devil than before, And Nebuchadnezzar's furnace will be heated |