_Corwin._ I doubt much, good Master Hathorne, if Giles Corey speak.
And if he does not speak, and so be put to death, as is decreed, I
doubt much if the temper of the people will stand more. There are
those who have sympathy with Giles Corey. I heard many murmurs in
the streets of Salem this morning.

_Hathorne._ Let them murmur.

_Parris._ Ay, let them murmur, so long as we wield the sword of the
Lord and of Gideon.

_Enter first_ Messenger.

_Hathorne._ Here comes a man from the field. How goes it now with
Giles Corey?

_Messenger._ Your worship, Giles Corey has not spoken.

_Parris._ And he hath been under the weights since early light.
Truly such obstinacy is marvellous. [_Exit_ Messenger.

_Hathorne._ Satan gives a strength beyond human measure to his
disciples.

_Enter_ Olive _and_ Paul Bayley, _appearing in the distance._ Olive
_wears a white gown and white bonnet._

_Hathorne._ Who is that maid coming in a bride bonnet?