Giles Corey, Yeoman - A Play by Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman
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not given to pleasing. He hath been a rude man, an unlettered man,
and a sinner. He hath brawled and blasphemed with the worst of them in his day. He hath given blow for blow, and I trow the other man's cheek smarted sorer than old Giles's. Now he be a man of the covenant, but he be still stiff with his old ways, and hath no nimbleness to shunt a blow. Old Giles Corey hath no fine wisdom to save his life, and no grace of tongue, but he hath power to die as he will, and no man hath greater. _Paul._ Goodman Corey, I-- [Guard _opens the door._ _Guard._ Here is your daughter to see you, Goodman Corey. _Giles._ Tell her I will see her not. What brought her here? I know. Minister Parris hath sent her, thinking to tempt me from my plan. I will see her not. _Olive_ (_from without_). Father, you cannot send me away. _Giles._ Why come you here? Go home and mind the house. _Olive._ Father, I pray you not to send me away. _Paul._ If you be hard with her, you will kill her. _Giles._ Come in. _Enter_ Olive. _Olive._ What is this you will do, father? |
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