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Title: Giles Corey, Yeoman
A Play

Author: Mary E. Wilkins Freeman

Release Date: March 10, 2006 [EBook #17960]

Language: English

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Giles Corey, Yeoman

A Play

By
Mary E. Wilkins

Illustrated

New York
Harper & Brothers Publishers
1893

Cast of Characters.

Giles Corey.
Paul Bayley, _Olive Corey's lover._
Samuel Parris, _minister in Salem Village._
John Hathorne, _magistrate._
Jonathan Corwin, _magistrate._
Olive Corey, _Giles Corey's daughter._
Martha Corey, _Giles Corey's wife._
Ann Hutchins, _Olive's friend and one of the Afflicted Girls._
Widow Eunice Hutchins, _Ann's mother._
Phoebe Morse, _little orphan girl, niece to Martha Corey._
Mercy Lewis, _one of the Afflicted Girls._
Nancy Fox, _an old serving-woman in Giles Corey's house._
_Afflicted Girls, Constables, Marshal, People of Salem Village,
Messengers, etc._

Act I.

Scene I.--_Salem Village. Living-room in_ Giles Corey's _house._
Olive Corey _is spinning._ Nancy Fox, _the old servant, sits in the
fireplace paring apples. Little_ Phoebe Morse, _on a stool beside
her, is knitting a stocking._

_Phoebe_ (_starting_). What is that? Oh, Olive, what is that?

_Nancy._ Yes, what is that? Massy, what a clatter!

_Olive_ (_spinning_). I heard naught. Be not so foolish, child. And
you, Nancy, be of a surety old enough to know better.

_Nancy._ I trow there was a clatter in the chimbly. There 'tis
again! Massy, what a screech!

_Phoebe_ (_running to_ Olive _and clinging to her_). Oh, Olive, what
is it? what is it? Don't let it catch me. Oh, Olive!

_Olive._ I tell you 'twas naught.

_Nancy._ Them that won't hear be deafer than them that's born so.
Massy, what a screech!

_Phoebe._ Oh, Olive, Olive! Don't let 'em catch me!

_Olive._ Nobody wants to catch you. Be quiet now, and I'll sing to
you. Then you won't think you hear screeches.

_Nancy._ We won't, hey?

_Olive._ Be quiet! This folly hath gone