_Hathorne._ Let her then withdraw if it please her not. I'll warrant he cannot bear much more; he will soon speak. _Parris._ Yea, he cannot withstand the double weight unless his master help him. [Corwin _speaks aside to_ Paul _and motions him to take_ Olive _away._ Paul _takes her by the arm. She shakes her head and will not go._ _Hathorne._ I trow 'twill take other than an unlettered clown like Giles Corey to stand firm under this stress. He'll speak soon. _Parris._ Yea, that he will. He can never hold out. He hath not the mind for it. _Hathorne._ It takes a man of finer wit than he to undergo it. He will speak. Oh yes, fear ye not, he will speak. _Olive_ (_breaking away from_ Paul). My father will _not_ speak! _Hathorne._ Girl! _Olive._ My father will _not_ speak. I tell ye there be not stones enough in the provinces to make him speak. Ye know not my father. My father will have the best of ye all. _Enter third_ Messenger, _running._ _Hathorne._ How goes it now with Giles Corey? _Messenger._ Giles Corey is dead, and he has not spoken. Olive _clings to_ Paul _as curtain falls._ THE END. End of Project Gutenberg's Giles Corey, Yeoman, by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman