Danforth, turning worriedly to Abigail: Abigail. I bid you now search your heart and tell me this – and beware of it child, to G
od every soul is precious and His vengeance is terrible on them that take life without cause. Is it possible, child, that the spirits you have seen are illusion only,some deception that may cross your mind when –Abigail: Why, this – this – is a base question, sir. Danforth: Child, I would have you consider it –Abigail: I have seen hurt, Mr. Danforth; I have seen my blood runnin’ out! I have been near to murdered every day because I done my duty pointing out the Devil’s people – and this is my reward? To be mistrusted, denied, questioned like a –Danforth, weakening: Child, I do not mistrust you –Abigail, in an open threat: Let you beware, Mr. Danforth. Think you be so mighty that the power of Hell may not turn your wits? Beware of it!
