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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882).  Complete Poetical Works.  1893.
 
Christus: A Mystery
Part III. The New England Tragedies.
Giles Corey of the Salem Farms.
Act II
 
SCENE I.—GILES COREY’S farm. Morning. Enter COREY, with a horseshoe and a hammer.

COREY.
THE LORD hath prospered me. The rising sun
Shines on my Hundred Acres and my woods
As if he loved them. On a morn like this
I can forgive mine enemies, and thank God
For all his goodness unto me and mine.        5
My orchard groans with russets and pearmains;
My ripening corn shines golden in the sun;
My barns are crammed with hay, my cattle thrive;
The birds sing blithely on the trees around me!
And blither than the birds my heart within me.        10
But Satan still goes up and down the earth;
And to protect this house from his assaults,
And keep the powers of darkness from my door,
This horseshoe will I nail upon the threshold.
Nails down the horseshoe.
There, ye night-hags and witches that torment        15
The neighborhood, ye shall not enter here!—
What is the matter in the field?—John Gloyd!
The cattle are all running to the woods!—
John Gloyd! Where is the man?
Enter JOHN GLOYD.
                            Look there!
What ails the cattle? Are they all bewitched?        20
They run like mad.

GLOYD.
                They have been overlooked.
 
COREY.
The Evil Eye is on them sure enough.
Call all the men. Be quick. Go after them!
Exit GLOYD and enter MARTHA.
 
MARTHA.
What is amiss?

COREY.
                The cattle are bewitched.
They are broken loose and making for the woods.        25
 
MARTHA.
Why will you harbor such delusions, Giles?
Bewitched? Well, then it was John Gloyd bewitched them;
I saw him even now take down the bars
And turn them loose! They ’re only frolic-some.
 
COREY.
The rascal!

MARTHA.
            I was standing in the road,
        30
Talking with Goodwife Proctor, and I saw him.
 
COREY.
With Proctor’s wife? And what says Goodwife Proctor?
 
MARTHA.
Sad things indeed; the saddest you can hear
Of Bridget Bishop. She ’s cried out upon!
 
COREY.
Poor soul! I ’ve known her forty year or more.
        35
She was the widow Wasselby; and then
She married Oliver, and Bishop next.
She ’s had three husbands. I remember well
My games of shovel-board at Bishop’s tavern
In the old merry days, and she so gay        40
With her red paragon bodice and her ribbons!
Ah, Bridget Bishop always was a Witch!
 
MARTHA.
They ’ll little help her now,—her caps and ribbons,
And her red paragon bodice, and her plumes,
With which she flaunted in the Meeting-house!        45
When next she goes there, it will be for trial.
 
COREY.
When will that be?

MARTHA.
                    This very day at ten.
 
COREY.
Then get you ready. We will go and see it.
Come; you shall ride behind me on the pillion.
 
MARTHA.
Not I. You know I do not like such things.
        50
I wonder you should. I do not believe
In Witches nor in Witchcraft.

COREY.
                            Well, I do.
There ’s a strange fascination in it all,
That draws me on and on, I know not why.
 
MARTHA.
What do we know of spirits good or ill,
        55
Or of their power to help us or to harm us?
 
COREY.
Surely what ’s in the Bible must be true.
Did not an Evil Spirit come on Saul?
Did not the Witch of Endor bring the ghost
Of Samuel from his grave? The Bible says so.        60
 
MARTHA.
That happened very long ago.

COREY.
                            With God
There is no long ago.

MARTHA.
                    There is with us.
 
COREY.
And Mary Magdalene had seven devils,
And he who dwelt among the tombs a legion!
 
MARTHA.
God’s power is infinite. I do not doubt it.
        65
If in His providence He once permitted
Such things to be among the Israelites,
It does not follow He permits them now,
And among us who are not Israelites.
But we will not dispute about it, Giles.        70
Go to the village, if you think it best,
And leave me here; I ’ll go about my work.
[Exit into the house.
 
COREY.
And I will go and saddle the gray mare.
The last word always. That is woman’s nature.
If an old man will marry a young wife,        75
He must make up his mind to many things.
It ’s putting new cloth into an old garment,
When the strain comes, it is the old gives way.
Goes to the door.
Oh Martha! I forgot to tell you something.
I ’ve had a letter from a friend of mine,        80
A certain Richard Gardner of Nantucket,
Master and owner of a whaling-vessel;
He writes that he is coming down to see us.
I hope you ’ll like him.

MARTHA.
                    I will do my best.
 
COREY.
That ’s a good woman. Now I will be gone.
        85
I ’ve not seen Gardner for this twenty year;
But there is something of the sea about him,—
Something so open, generous, large, and strong,
It makes me love him better than a brother.    [Exit.
MARTHA comes to the door.
 
MARTHA.
Oh these old friends and cronies of my husband,
        90
These captains from Nantucket and the Cape,
That come and turn my house into a tavern
With their carousing! Still, there ’s something frank
In these seafaring men that makes me like them.
Why, here ’s a horseshoe nailed upon the doorstep!        95
Giles has done this to keep away the Witches.
I hope this Richard Gardner will bring with him
A gale of good sound common-sense to blow
The fog of these delusions from his brain!
 
COREY  (within).
Ho! Martha! Martha!
Enter COREY.
                Have you seen my saddle?
        100
 
MARTHA.
I saw it yesterday.

COREY.
                    Where did you see it?
 
MARTHA.
On a gray mare, that somebody was riding
Along the village road.

COREY.
                    Who was it? Tell me.
 
MARTHA.
Some one who should have stayed at home.

COREY  (restraining himself).
                            I see!
Don’t vex me, Martha. Tell me where it is.        105
 
MARTHA.
I ’ve hidden it away.

COREY.
                    Go fetch it me.
 
MARTHA.
Go find it.

COREY.
            No. I ’ll ride down to the village
Bare-back; and when the people stare and say,
“Giles Corey, where ’s your saddle?” I will answer,
“A Witch has stolen it.” How shall you like that?        110
 
MARTHA.
I shall not like it.

COREY.
                    Then go fetch the saddle.
[Exit MARTHA.
If an old man will marry a young wife,
Why then—why then—why then—he must spell Baker!
Enter MARTHA with the saddle, which she throws down.
 
MARTHA.
There! There ’s the saddle.

COREY.
                        Take it up.

MARTHA.
                                I won’t!
 
COREY.
Then let it lie there. I ’ll ride to the village,
        115
And say you are a Witch.

MARTHA.                        No, not that, Giles.
She takes up the saddle.
 
COREY.
Now come with me, and saddle the gray mare
With your own hands; and you shall see me ride
Along the village road as is becoming
Giles Corey of the Salem Farms, your husband!    [Exeunt.        120
 
SCENE II.—The Green in front of the Meeting-house in Salem Village. People coming and going. Enter GILES COREY.

COREY.
A melancholy end! Who would have thought
That Bridget Bishop e’er would come to this?
Accused, convicted, and condemned to death
For Witchcraft! And so good a woman too!
 
A FARMER.
Good morrow, neighbor Corey.

COREY  (not hearing him).
                            Who is safe?
        125
How do I know but under my own roof
I too may harbor Witches, and some Devil
Be plotting and contriving against me?
 
FARMER.
He does not hear. Good morrow, neighbor Corey!
 
COREY.
Good morrow.

FARMER.
            Have you seen John Proctor lately?
        130
 
COREY.
No, I have not.

FARMER.
                Then do not see him, Corey.
 
COREY.
Why should I not?

FARMER.
                Because he ’s angry with you.
So keep out of his way. Avoid a quarrel.
 
COREY.
Why does he seek to fix a quarrel on me?
 
FARMER.
He says you burned his house.

COREY.
                        I burn his house?
        135
If he says that, John Proctor is a liar!
The night his house was burned I was in bed,
And I can prove it! Why, we are old friends!
He could not say that of me.

FARMER.
                            He did say it.
I heard him say it.

COREY.
                    Then he shall unsay it.
        140
 
FARMER.
He said you did it out of spite to him
For taking part against you in the quarrel
You had with your John Gloyd about his wages.
He says you murdered Goodell; that you trampled
Upon his body till he breathed no more.        145
And so beware of him; that ’s my advice!    [Exit.
 
COREY.
By Heaven! this is too much! I ’ll seek him out,
And make him eat his words, or strangle him.
I ’ll not be slandered at a time like this,
When every word is made an accusation,        150
When every whisper kills, and every man
Walks with a halter round his neck!
Enter GLOYD in haste.
                            What now?
 
GLOYD.
I came to look for you. The cattle—

COREY.
                                Well,
What of them? Have you found them?

GLOYD.
                        They are dead.
I followed them through the woods, across the meadows;        155
Then they all leaped into the Ipswich River,
And swam across, but could not climb the bank,
And so were drowned.

COREY.
                You are to blame for this;
For you took down the bars, and let them loose.
 
GLOYD.
That I deny. They broke the fences down.
        160
You know they were bewitched.

COREY.
                    Ah, my poor cattle!
The Evil Eye was on them; that is true.
Day of disaster! Most unlucky day!
Why did I leave my ploughing and my reaping
To plough and reap this Sodom and Gomorrah?        165
Oh, I could drown myself for sheer vexation!    [Exit.
 
GLOYD.
He ’s going for his cattle. He won’t find them.
By this time they have drifted out to sea.
They will not break his fences any more,
Though they may break his heart. And what care I?    [Exit.        170
 
SCENE III.—COREY’S kitchen. A table with supper. MARTHA knitting.

MARTHA.
He ’s come at last. I hear him in the passage.
Something has gone amiss with him to-day;
I know it by his step, and by the sound
The door made as he shut it. He is angry.
Enter COREY with his riding-whip. As he speaks he takes off his hat and gloves, and throws them down violently.
 
COREY.
I say if Satan ever entered man
        175
He ’s in John Proctor!

MARTHA.
                Giles, what is the matter?
You frighten me.

COREY.
                    I say if any man
Can have a Devil in him, then that man
Is Proctor,—is John Proctor, and no other!
 
MARTHA.
Why, what has he been doing?

COREY.
                        Everything!
        180
What do you think I heard there in the village?
 
MARTHA.
I ’m sure I cannot guess. What did you hear?
 
COREY.
He says I burned his house!

MARTHA.
                    Does he say that?
 
COREY.
He says I burned his house. I was in bed
And fast asleep that night; and I can prove it.        185
 
MARTHA.
If he says that, I think the Father of Lies
Is surely in the man.

COREY.
                    He does say that,
And that I did it to wreak vengeance on him
For taking sides against me in the quarrel
I had with that John Gloyd about his wages.        190
And God knows that I never bore him malice
For that, as I have told him twenty times!
 
MARTHA.
It is John Gloyd has stirred him up to this.
I do not like that Gloyd. I think him crafty,
Not to be trusted, sullen, and untruthful.        195
Come, have your supper. You are tired and hungry.
 
COREY.
I ’m angry, and not hungry.

MARTHA.
                    Do eat something.
You ’ll be the better for it.

COREY  (sitting down).
                    I ’m not hungry.
 
MARTHA.
Let not the sun go down upon your wrath.
 
COREY.
It has gone down upon it, and will rise
        200
To-morrow, and go down again upon it.
They have trumped up against me the old story
Of causing Goodell’s death by trampling on him.
 
MARTHA.
Oh, that is false. I know it to be false.
 
COREY.
He has been dead these fourteen years or more.
        205
Why can’t they let him rest? Why must they drag him
Out of his grave to give me a bad name?
I did not kill him. In his bed he died.
As most men die, because his hour had come.
I have wronged no man. Why should Proctor say        210
Such things about me? I will not forgive him
Till he confesses he has slandered me.
Then, I ’ve more trouble. All my cattle gone.
 
MARTHA.
They will come back again.

COREY.
                        Not in this world.
Did I not tell you they were overlooked?        215
They ran down through the woods, into the meadows,
And tried to swim the river, and were drowned.
It is a heavy loss.

MARTHA.
                    I ’m sorry for it.
 
COREY.
All my dear oxen dead. I loved them, Martha,
Next to yourself. I liked to look at them,        220
And watch the breath come out of their wide nostrils,
And see their patient eyes. Somehow I thought
It gave me strength only to look at them.
And how they strained their necks against the yoke
If I but spoke, or touched them with the goad!        225
They were my friends; and when Gloyd came and told me
They were all drowned, I could have drowned myself
From sheer vexation; and I said as much
To Gloyd and others.

MARTHA.
                Do not trust John Gloyd
With anything you would not have repeated.        230
 
COREY.
As I came through the woods this afternoon,
Impatient at my loss, and much perplexed
With all that I had heard there in the village,
The yellow leaves lit up the trees about me
Like an enchanted palace, and I wished        235
I knew enough of magic or of Witchcraft
To change them into gold. Then suddenly
A tree shook down some crimson leaves upon me,
Like drops of blood, and in the path before me
Stood Tituba the Indian, the old crone.        240
 
MARTHA.
Were you not frightened?

COREY.
                    No, I do not think
I know the meaning of that word. Why frightened?
I am not one of those who think the Lord
Is waiting till He catches them some day
In the back yard alone! What should I fear?        245
She started from the bushes by the path,
And had a basket full of herbs and roots
For some witch-broth or other,—the old hag!
 
MARTHA.
She has been here to-day.

COREY.
                With hand outstretched
She said: “Giles Corey, will you sign the Book?”        250
“Avaunt!” I cried: “Get thee behind me, Satan!”
At which she laughed and left me. But a voice
Was whispering in my ear continually:
“Self-murder is no crime. The life of man
Is his, to keep it or to throw away!”        255
 
MARTHA.
’T was a temptation of the Evil One!
Giles, Giles! why will you harbor these dark thoughts?
 
COREY  (rising).
  I am too tired to talk. I ’ll go to bed.
 
MARTHA.
First tell me something about Bridget Bishop.
How did she look? You saw her? You were there?        260
 
COREY.
I ’ll tell you that to-morrow, not to-night.
I ’ll go to bed.

MARTHA.
                    First let us pray together.
 
COREY.
I cannot pray to-night.

MARTHA.
                    Say the Lord’s Prayer,
And that will comfort you.

COREY.
                    I cannot say,
“As we forgive those that have sinned against us,”        265
When I do not forgive them.

MARTHA  (kneeling on the hearth).
                        God forgive you!
 
COREY.
I will not make believe! I say, to-night
There ’s something thwarts me when I wish to pray,
And thrusts into my mind, instead of prayers,
Hate and revenge, and things that are not prayers.        270
Something of my old self,—my old, bad life,—
And the old Adam in me, rises up,
And will not let me pray. I am afraid
The Devil hinders me. You know I say
Just what I think, and nothing more nor less,        275
And, when I pray, my heart is in my prayer.
I cannot say one thing and mean another.
If I can’t pray, I will not make believe!
[Exit COREY. MARTHA continues kneeling.
 
 
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