_Parris._ Verily the devil hath played into our hands. [_They turn to leave._ _Hutchins._ Oh, your worships, ye will use good speed for the sake of my poor child. _Giles._ Ay, be speedy about it. Put the baggage in prison as soon as may be, and load her down well with irons. _Hathorne._ I will strive to obey your commands well, Goodman Corey. Good-day, Widow Hutchins; your daughter shall soon find relief. _Parris._ Good-day, Widow Hutchins, and be of good cheer. [_Exeunt_ Hathorne _and_ Parris, _while_ Widow Hutchins _courtesies._ _Giles._ Well, I must even be going too. I have my cattle to water. I but bolted in when I heard the poor lass screech, thinking I might do somewhat. But good Master Hathorne will see to it. Hear that! Do ye go up to her, widow, and mix her up a bowl of yarb tea, till they put the trollop in prison. I'm off to water my cattle, then devil take me if I don't give the sheriffs a hand if they need it. Goody Osborn's house is nigh mine. Good-day, widow. [_Exit_ Giles. _Hutchins_ (_laughing_). Give the sheriffs a hand, will he? Perchance he will, but I doubt me if 'tis not a fisted one. He sets his life by Goody Corey, however he rate her. (_A scream from above of_ "Mother! Mother!") Yes, Ann, I'm coming, I'm coming! [_Exit._ _Phoebe_ (_crawls out from under the bed_). Now, Nancy, we've got a chance to run. Come out, quick! Oh, if Uncle Corey had caught us here! _Nancy._ I can't get out. Oh! oh! The rheumatiz stiffened me so I couldn't double up, and now it has stiffened me so I can't undouble. No, 'tis not rheumatiz, 'tis Goody Bishop has bewitched me. I can't get out. _Phoebe._ You must, Nancy, or some body 'll come and catch us. Here, I'll pull you out. [_Tugs at_ Nancy's _arms, and drags her out, groaning._ _Nancy._ Here I am out, but I can't undouble. I'll have to go home on all-fours like a cat. Oh! oh! _Phoebe._ Give me your hands and I'll pull you up. Think you 'tis witchcraft, Nancy? _Nancy._ I know 'tis. 'Tis Goody Bishop in her fine silk hood afflicts me. Oh, massy! _Phoebe._ There, you are up, Nancy. _Nancy._ I ain't half undoubled. _Phoebe._ You can walk so, can't you, Nancy? Oh, come, quick! I think I hear somebody on the stairs. (_Catches up her doll and seizes_ Nancy's _hand._) Quick! quick! _Nancy._ I tell ye I can't go quick; I ain't undoubled enough. Devil take Goody Bishop! [_Exit, hobbling and bent almost double,_ Phoebe _urging her along. Curtain falls._ Act III. _The Meeting-house in Salem Village. Enter_ People of Salem Village _and take seats. The_ Afflicted Girls, _among whom are_ Ann Hutchins _and_ Mercy Lewis, _occupy the front seats._ Nancy Fox _and_ Phoebe. _Enter the magistrates_ John Hathorne _and_ Jonathan Corwin _with_ Minister Parris, _escorted by the_ Marshal, Aids, _and four_ Constables. _They place themselves at a long table in front of the pulpit._