nt. Screams continue._

_Enter_ Nancy Fox _and_ Phoebe Morse _stealthily from other door._
Phoebe _carries her rag doll._

_Nancy._ Massy sakes, hear them screeches!

_Phoebe_ (_clinging to_ Nancy). Oh, Nancy, won't they catch us too!
I'm afraid!

_Nancy._ They can't touch us; we're witches too.

_Phoebe._ Massy sakes! I forgot we were witches.

_Nancy._ Hear that, will ye? Ain't she a-ketchin' it?

_Phoebe._ Nancy, do you suppose it's the pin I stuck in my doll
makes Ann screech that way?

_Nancy._ Most likely 'tis. Stick in another, and see if she
screeches louder.

_Phoebe._ No, I won't. I'll pull the pin out; 'twas this one in my
doll's arm. (_Pulls out pin and flings it on the floor._) I won't
have Ann hurt so bad as that if Olive did give her the cape. Why
don't she stop screeching now, Nancy? Oh, Nancy, somebody's coming!
I hear somebody at the door. Crawl under the bed--quick! quick!

[Phoebe _gets down and begins to crawl under the bed._ Nancy _tries
to imitate her, but cannot bend herself._

_Nancy._ Oh, massy! I've got a crick in my back, and I can't double
up. What shall I do? (_Tries to bend._) I can't; no, I can't! 'Tis
like a hot poker. Massy! what 'll I do?

_Phoebe._ You've got to, Nancy. Quick! the latch is lifting. Quick!
quick! I'll push you. No; I'll pull you. Here!

[_Pulls_ Nancy _down upon the floor, and rolls her under the bed;
gets under herself just as the door is pushed open._

_Enter_ Giles Corey _in great excitement._

_Giles_ (_running across the room, and listening at the door leading
to the chamber stairs_). Devil take them! why don't they put an end
to it? Why do they let the poor lass be set upon this way?
Screeching so you can hear her all over Salem Village! There! hear
that, will ye? Out upon them! Widow Hutchins! Widow Hutchins! Can't
you give her some physic? Sha'n't I come up there with my musket?
Why don't they find out who is so tormenting her and chain her up in
prison? 'Tis some witch or other. Oh, I'd hang her; I'd tie the rope
myself. Poor lass! poor lass! [_The door is pushed open, and_ Giles
_starts back._

_Enter_ John Hathorne, Minister Parris, _and_ Widow Hutchins.

_Giles._ Good-day, Widow Hutchins. Shall I go up there with my
musket?

_Parris._ I trow there be too many of thy household up there now.

_Giles._ I'd lay about me till I hit some of 'em. I'll warrant I
would. Oh, the poor lass! hear that!

_Parris._ She is a grie