Metaphors and Similes

• And what shall I say to them? That my daughter and my niece I discovered dancing like heathen in the forest? - Parris
• PARRIS: Your name in the town—it is entirely white, is it not? 

  ABIGAIL, with an edge of resentment: Why, I am sure it is, sir. There be no blush about my name. 
• I know how you clutched my back behind your house and sweated like a stallion whenever I come near! Or did I dream that? - Abigail
• Abigail brings the other girls into the court, and where she walks the crowd will part like the sea for Israel. - Elizabeth
• I do not judge you. The magistrate sits in your heart that judges you. - Elizabeth
• My wife is the very brick and mortar of the church, Mr. Hale. . . - Francis Nurse
• I will fall like an ocean on that court! Fear nothing, Elizabeth. - John Proctor
• . . . we live no longer in the dusky afternoon when evil mixed itself with good and befuddled the world. Now, by God’s grace, the shining sun is up, and them that fear not light will surely praise it.  - Danforth
• I came into this village like a bridegroom to his beloved, bearing gifts of high religion; the very crowns of holy law I brought, and what I touched with my bright confidence, it died; and where I turned the eye of my great faith, blood flowed up. - Hale
• I have read my heart this three month, John. . . . I have sins of my own to count. It needs a cold wife to prompt lechery. - Elizabeth