_Giles._ That she doth, in spite of all I can say. She hath no fear
that an honest gospel woman should have in these times. She went out
last night, and I was so angered that I charged her with galloping a
broomstick home.

_Hathorne._ Did she deny it?

_Giles._ She laughed as she is wont to do. She even made a jest
on't, when I could not when I would go to prayer, and the words
stayed beyond my wits. I would she could be here now, and hear this!

_Parris._ Perchance she doth.

_Giles._ I'll warrant she'd lose somewhat of her stiff-neckedness.
Hear that! Can't ye chain up the witch that's tormenting the poor
lass! Is't Goody Osborn?

_Hathorne._ The witch will be chained and in prison before
nightfall. Come, Minister Parris, we can do no good by abiding
longer here. Methinks we have sufficient testimony.

_Parris._ Verily the devil hath played into our hands. [_They turn
to leave._

_Hutchins._ Oh, your worships, ye will use good speed for the sake
of my poor child.

_Giles._ Ay, be speedy about it. Put the baggage in prison as soon
as may be, and load her down well with irons.