Reverend Hale at the end of the play says “Idenouncetheproceedings, Iquitthiscourt“
Proctor not wanting to sign his confession:”Becauseitismyname!BecauseIcannothaveanotherinmy life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! How may I live without my name?I have given you my soul; leave me my name!”
Stage directions as Johon Proctor rips up his confession: “with a cry of his whole soul”
How Elizabeth describes how Abigail is viewed:” She speak of Abigail, and I though she were a saint”
Elizabeth last words to Proctor: “He have his goodness now. God forbid I takeitfromhim!”
John Proctor rejects Abigail’s attempt to get together again: “I will cut off my hand beforeI’lleverreachforyou again”
Elizabeth tells Proctor to stop worrying about his past affair “I do not judge you.The magistrate sits in your heart that judges you”
Proctor inner conflict with himself is described at the end of the play by:” Godinheaven,whatisJohnProctor,whatisJohnProctor?”
Elizabeth describes how People react to Abigail:” whereshewalksthecrowdwillpartliketheseaofIsrael”
Hale begins doubting the witch trials: “ I dare not take a life without there be a proof so immaculate no slightestqualm of conscience may doubt it”
How hale arrives in the play:”, settingdownhisbooks:…they are weighted with authority.”
He is a sinner, a … against his own vision of decent conduct, … Proctor, respected and even feared in Salem, had come to see himself as a kind of fraud.
It’s winter in here yet.
When will you know me, woman? Were I stone I would have cracked for shame this seven month!
I see now your spirittwists around the single error of my life, and I will never tear it free!
But God I surely love.
trembling, his life collapsing about him: I have known her, sir.I have known her.
I have made a bell of my honour! I have rung the good of my good name.
I cannot mount the gobbet like a Saint. It is a fraud. I am not that man.
Whatever you will do, it is a good man does it.
Do what you will. But let none be your judge. There be no higher judge under Heaven than Proctor is! Forgive me, forgive me, I never knew such goodness in the world!
Proctor tears the paper and crumpled it, and he is weeping in fur, but erect.
… now I do think I see some shred of goodness in John Proctor. Not enough to wave a banner with, but white enough to keep it from such dogs.
There is a terriblepower in her ( Abigail’s) arms to-day
the little crazy children are jangling the keys of the kingdom, and common vengeance writes the law!
a person is either with this court or he must be counted against it ,there be no road in between.
Excellence, it is a natural lie tell; I beg you stop before another is condemned!
I think sometimes, the man [Parris] dreams cathedrals, not clapboard meeting’ houses… I see no light of God in that man.
I saw Sarah good with the Devil! I saw Good Osborn with the Devil!I saw Bridget Bishop with the Devil.”