either.

_Paul._ Thou art no such housewife as thy mother, Olive Corey! One
would say she had not taught thee. I trow she was a good housewife,
and notable among the neighbors; but this will take from her
reputation that she hath so brought thee up. I trow could she see
this house 'twould give her a new ache in her heart among all the
others.

_Olive._ I will mind the house, Paul.

_Paul._ Ay, mind the house, poor lass! Know you, Olive, that there
is a rumor abroad in Salem that your father will refuse to plead,
and will stand mute at his trial?

_Olive._ Wherefore will he do that?

_Paul._ I scarcely know why. Has he made a will, 'twill not be
valid were he to plead at a criminal trial; there will be an
attainder on it. They say that is one reason, and that he thinks
thus to show his scorn of the whole devilish work, and of a trial
that is no trial.

_Olive._ What is the penalty if he stand mute?

_Paul._ 'Tis a severe one; but he shall not stand mute.

_Phoebe._ Oh, Paul, get Aunt Corey out of jail! Can't you get Aunt
Corey out of jail?