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The Crucible young adults, and until this strange crisis he, like the rest of Salem, never conceived that the children were anything but thankful for being permitted. The Classic book The Crucible by Arthur Miller. This play uses the Salem witch trials, as comparisons to the McCarthy government which “hunted” down suspect . The Crucible Arthur Miller A NOTE ON THE HISTORICAL ACCURACY OF THIS PLAY This play is not history in the sense in which the word is used by the.

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Skip this list. Ratings and Book Reviews 1 6 star ratings 1 reviews. Overall rating 3. Yes No Thanks for your feedback! Report as inappropriate. The book is fascinating, you get to see how devious people were during the time period. How a community turn into chaos when a group of girls begin their act of lies to the act of power.

Despite being teenage girls, they have gain a status in the court, so obsesses with the power granted by the lies The mastermind, Abigail begins her quest to gain back the one she once bonded with by condemning his wife as a witch.

Fill with with and turns of characters, will goodness find a way out of Salem? How to write a great review Do Say what you liked best and least Describe the author's style Explain the rating you gave Don't Use rude and profane language Include any personal information Mention spoilers or the book's price Recap the plot.

Close Report a review At Kobo, we try to ensure that published reviews do not contain rude or profane language, spoilers, or any of our reviewer's personal information. Parris, scrambling to his feet in a fury: Out of my sight! She is gone. Out of my - He is overcome with sobs. He clamps his teeth against them and closes the door and leans against it, ex-hausted. Oh, my God! God help me! Dear child. Will you wake, will you open up your eyes! Betty, little one He is bending to kneel again when his niece, Abigail Williams, seventeen, enters - a strikingly beautiful girl, an orphan, with an Act One 9 endless capacity for dissembling.

He looks to her. Let her come, let her come. Abigail, leaning out the door to call to Susanna, who is down the hall a few steps: Come in, Susanna. Susanna Walcott, a little younger than Abigail, a nervous, hur-ried girl, enters. Parris, eagerly: What does the doctor say, child? Susanna, craning around Parris to get a look at Betty: He bid me come and tell you, reverend sir, that he cannot discover no medicine for it in his books. Then he must search on. But he bid me tell you, that you might look to un-natural things for the cause of it.

Parris, his eyes going wide: No - no. There be no unnatural cause here. Hale will surely confirm that. Let him look to medicine and put out all thought of unnatural causes here. There be none. Aye, sir. He bid me tell you. She turns to go. Go directly home and speak nothing of unnatural causes. She goes out. Parris, pressed, turns on her: And what shall I say to them? That my daughter and my niece I discovered dancing like heathen in the forest?

Abigail, I cannot go before the congregation when I know you have not opened with me. What did you do with her in the forest? We did dance, uncle, and when you leaped out of the bush so suddenly, Betty was frightened and then she fainted. Sit you down. Abigail, quavering, as she sits: I would never hurt Betty. I love her dearly. Parris; Now look you, child, your punishment will come in its time. But if you trafficked with spirits in the forest I must know it now, for surely my enemies will, and they will ruin me with it.

But we never conjured spirits. Then why can she not move herself since midnight? This child is desperate! Abigail lowers her eyes. It must come out - my enemies will bring it out. Let me know what you done there. Abigail, do you understand that I have many enemies? I have heard of it, uncle. There is a faction that is sworn to drive me from my pulpit. Do you understand that? I think so, sir.

Act One 11 Parris: Now then, in the midst of such disruption, my own household is discovered to be the very center of some obscene practice. Abominations are done in the forest - Abigail: It were sport, uncle! Parris, pointing at Betty: You call this sport? She lowers her eyes. He pleads: She is silent. I saw Tituba waving her arms over the fire when 1 came on you.

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Why was she doing that? And I heard a screeching and gibberish coming from her mouth. She were swaying like a dumb beast over that fire! She always sings her Barbados songs, and we dance. I cannot blink what I saw, Abigail, for my enemies will not blink it. I saw a dress lying on the grass.

Abigail, innocently: A dress? Parris - it is very: Aye, a dress. And 1 thought I saw - someone naked running through the trees! Abigail, in terror: No one was naked! You mistake yourself, uncle! PARRIs, with anger: I saw it! He moves from her.

Then, re-solved: Now tell me true, Abigail. Whatever abomination you have done, give me all of it now, for 1 dare not be taken unaware when I go before them down there. Parris, studies her, then nods, half convinced: Abigail, I have Sought here three long years to bend these stiff-necked people to me, and now, just now when some good respect is rising for me in the parish, you compromise my very character.

I have 12 The Crucible given you a home, child, I have put clothes upon your back - now give me upright answer. Your name in the town - it is en-tirely white, is it not? Abigail, with an edge of resentment: Why, I am sure it is, sir.

There be no blush about my name. Parris, to the point: I have heard it said, and I tell you as I heard it, that she comes so rarely to the church this year for she will not sit so close to something soiled. What signified that remark? She hates me, uncle, she must, for I would not be her slave. She may be. And yet it has troubled me that you are now seven month out of their house, and in all this time no other family has ever called for your service.

They want slaves, not such as I. Let them send to Barbados for that. I will not black my face for any of them! With ill-concealed resentment at him: Do you begrudge my bed, uncle? Abigail, in a temper: My name is good in the village! I will not have it said my name is soiled! Goody Proctor is a gossiping liar! Enter Mrs.

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Ann Putnam. She is a twisted soul of forty-five, a death-ridden woman, haunted by dreams. Parris, as soon as the door begins to open: No - no, I cannot have anyone'.

Why, Goody Putnam, come in. Putnam, full of breath, shiny-eyed: It is a marvel. It is surely a stroke of hell upon you. Act One Parris: No, Goody Putnam, it is - 13 Mrs.

How high did she fly, how high? No, no, she never flew - Mrs. Now, look you, Goody Putnam, she never - Enter Thomas Putnam , a well-to-do, hard-handed landowner, near fifty. Oh, good morning, Mr. It is a providence the thing is out now!

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It is a provi-dence. He goes directly to the bed. Putnam goes to the bed. Putnam, looking down at Betty: Why, her eyes is closed! Look you, Ann. To Parris: Ours is open. Parris, shocked: Your Ruth is sick? PuTNAM, with vicious certainty: Oh, pray not!

Why, how does Ruth ail? She ails as she must - she never waked this morning, but her eyes open and she walks, and hears naught, sees naught, and cannot eat. Her soul is taken, surely.

Parris is struck. PuTNAM, as though for further details: A precaution only. He has much experience in all demonic-arts, and I - Mrs. He has indeed; and found a witch in Beverly last year, and let you remember that. Now, Goody Ann, they only thought that were a witch, and I am certain there be no element of witchcraft here. No witchcraft! Now look you, Mr. Parris - PaRRis: Thomas, Thomas, 1 pray you, leap not to witchcraft.

I know that you - you least of all, Thomas, would ever wish so disastrous a charge laid upon me. We cannot leap to witchcraft. They will howl me out of Salem for such corruption in my house. A word about Thomas Putnam. He was a man with many grievances, at least one of which appears justified. Bayley had all the qualifications, and a two-thirds vote into the bargain, but a faction stopped his acceptance, for reasons that are not clear.

Thomas Putnam was the eldest son of the richest man in the village. He had fought the Indians at Narragansett, and was deeply interested in parish affairs. He undoubtedly felt it poor payment that the village should so blatantly disregard his candi-date for one of its more important offices, especially since he regarded himself as the intellectual superior of most of the people around him.

His vindictive nature was demonstrated long before the witch-craft began. Thomas and his brother John had Burroughs jailed for debts the man did not owe.

Thomas Putnam felt that his own name and the honor of his family had been smirched by the village, and he meant to right matters however he could. As with every other public cause in which he tried to force his way, he failed in this. Putnum - at the moment he is intent upon getting Parris, for whom he has only contempt, to move toward the abyss: Parris, 1 have taken your part in all contention here, and I would continue; but I cannot if you hold back in this. But, Thomas, you cannot - Putnam: Tell Mr.

Parris what you have done. Reverend Parris, I have laid seven babies un-baptized in the earth. Believe me, sir, you never saw more hearty babies born, And yet, each would wither in my arms the very night of their birth. And now, this year, my Ruth, my only - I see her turning strange. And so I thought to send her to your Tituba - Parris: To Tituba!

What may Tituba -? Tituba knows how to speak to the dead, Mr. Goody Ann, it is a formidable sin to conjure up the dead! Parris, horrified: They were murdered, Mr. And mark this proof! Mark it! Last night my Ruth were ever so close to their little spirits; I know it, sir. For how else is she struck dumb now except some power of darkness would stop her mouth? It is a marvelous sign, Mr. There is a murdering witch among us, bound to keep herself in the dark.

Parris turns to Betty, a frantic terror rising in him. Let your enemies make of it what they will, you cannot blink it more. Parris, to Abigail: Then you were conjuring spirits last night. Abigail, whispering: Not I, sir - Tituba and Ruth. Parris turns now, with new fear, and goes to Betty, looks down at her, and then, gazing off: Oh, Abigail, what proper payment for my charity!

Now I am undone. You are not undone! Let you take hold here. Wait for no one to charge you - declare it yourself. You have dis-covered witchcraft - Parris: In my house? In my house, Thomas? They will topple me with this! Your pardons. I only thought to see how Betty i Putnam: Act One 17 Mercy: Her grandma come. It were a grand sneeze; another like it will shake her wits together. She goes to the bed to look. Will you leave me now, Thomas?

I would pray a while alone. Why do you not go down and - PARRis: To Putnam: I have no answer for that crowd. Hale arrives. To get Mrs.

Putnam to leave: If you will, Goody Ann Now look you, sir. Let you strike out against the Devil, and the village will bless you for it! Come down, speak to them - pray with them. Parris, swayed: I will not discuss it. The cause is yet u nk nown.

I have had enough contention since I came; I want no more. Aye, mum. Putnam goes out. If she starts for the window, cry for me at once. I will, uncle. Orris, to Putnam: There is a terrible power in her arms to-day. He goes out with Putnam. How is Ruth sick? Abigail, turns at once and goes to Betty, and now, with fear in her voice: She shakes her.

Now stop this! Sit up now! Mercy comes over. I gave Ruth a good one and it waked her for a minute. Here, let me have her. Abigail, holding Mercy back: Listen, now; if they be questioning us, tell them we danced - 1 told him as much already, Mercy: And what more?

He saw you naked. Oh, Jesus! She is seventeen, a subservient, naive, lonely girl. Mary Warren: The village is out! Mercy, pointing and looking at Maty Warren: She means to tell, I know it. We Act One 19 must tell the truth, Abby! I never done none of it, Abby. Mercy, moving menacingly toward Mary: What a grand peeping courage you have! Betty, on the bed, whimpers. Abigail turns to her at once.

She goes to Betty. Now, Betty, dear, wake up now. She sits Betty up and furiously shakes her. Betty whimpers. My, you seem improving. I talked to your papa and I told him everything. I want my mama! What ails you, Betty? Let me fly! She raises her arms as though to fly, and streaks for the window, gets one leg out. Abigail, pulling her away from the window: I told him every-thing,' he knows now, he knows everything we - Betty: You drank blood, Abby! Betty, you never say that again! You will never— Betty: You did, you did!

You drank a charm to kill Goody Proctor! Abigail, smashes her across the face: Shut it! Now shut it! Barry, collapsing on the bed: Mama, Mama! She dissolves into sobs. Now look you. All of you. We danced. And that is all. And mark this. Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word, about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you.

She goes to Betty and roughly sits her up. Now, you - sit up and stop this' But Betty collapses in her hands and lies inert on the bed. Abigail stares in fright at Betty. Enter John Proctor. On seeing him, Mary Warren leaps in fright, Proctor was a farmer in his middle thirties, He need not have been a partisan of any faction in the town, but there is evidence to suggest that he had a sharp and biting way with hypocrites.

He was the kind of man - powerful of body, even-tempered, and not easily led - who cannot refuse support to partisans with-out drawing their deepest resentment. But as we shall see, the steady manner he displays does not spring from an untroubled soul. He is a sinner, a sinner not only against the moral fashion of the time, but against his own vision of decent conduct. These people had no ritual for the washing away of sins.

It is another trait we inherited from them, and it has helped to discipline us as well as to breed hypocrisy among us.

Proctor, respected and even feared in Salem, has Act One 21 come to regard himself as a kind of fraud. But no hint of this has yet appeared on the surface, and as he enters from the crowded parlor below it is a man in his prime we see, with a quiet confidence and an unexpressed, hidden force. Mary War-ren, his servant, can barely speak for embarrassment and fear. Be you foolish, Mary Warren?

Be you deaf? I for-bid you leave the house, did I not? Why shall I pay you? I am looking for you more often than my cows! I only come to see the great doings in the world. Trying to retain a shred of dignity, she goes slowly out. Mercy Lewis, both afraid of him and strangely titillated: I have my Ruth to watch. Good morning, Mr. Mercy sidles out.

He glances at her, then goes to Betty on the bed. Proctor, looking at Abigail now, the faintest suggestion of a knowing smile on his face: The road past my house is a pilgrimage to Salem all morning. Oh, posh! Winningly she comes a little closer, with a 22 The Crucible confidential, wicked air.

She took fright, is all. Proctor, his smile widening: A trill of expectant laughter escapes her, and she dares come closer, feverishly looking into his eyes.

He takes a step to go, and she springs into his path. Give me a word, John. A soft word. Her concentrated desire destroys his smile. No, no, Abby. Abigail, tauntingly: You come five mile to see a silly girl fly? I know you better. Proctor, setting her firmly out of his path: With final emphasis: Put it out of mind, Abby.

Abigail, grasping his hand before he can release her: Abby, I never give you hope to wait for me. I have something better than hope, I thi nk! Y ou know me better. I know how you clutched my back behind your house and sweated like a stallion whenever I come near! Or did I dream that? I saw your face when she put me out, and you loved me then and you do now!

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