have some brave stuff in
her. Thy father does a greater deed than thou knowest. His dumbness
will save the colonies from more than thou dreamest of. 'Twill put
an end to this dreadful madness; he himself hath foretold it. [_A
clamor is heard._

_Olive._ Paul, Paul, what is that?

_Paul._ Naught but some boys shouting, sweet.

_Olive._ 'Twas not. Oh, my father, my father!

_Paul._ Olive, thou must not stay here.

_Olive._ I must stay. Who is coming? [Paul _and_ Olive _step
aside._

_Enter second_ Messenger. Hathorne, Corwin, _and_ Parris _advance to
meet him._

_Hathorne._ How goes it now with Giles Corey?

_Messenger._ Your worship, Giles Corey hath not spoken.

_Hathorne._ What! Have they not increased the weights?

_Messenger._ They have doubled the weights, your worship.

_Parris._ I trow Satan himself hath put his shoulder under the
stones to take off the strain. [_Exit_ Messenger.

_Hathorne._ 'Tis a marvel the old tavern-brawler endures so long,
but he'll soon speak now.

_Corwin._ Hush, good master, his daughter can hear.

_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.

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