_Parris._ Yea, he cannot withstand the double weight unless his
master help him.

[Corwin _speaks aside to_ Paul _and motions him to take_ Olive
_away._ Paul _takes her by the arm. She shakes her head and will
not go._

_Hathorne._ I trow 'twill take other than an unlettered clown like
Giles Corey to stand firm under this stress. He'll speak soon.

_Parris._ Yea, that he will. He can never hold out. He hath not the
mind for it.

_Hathorne._ It takes a man of finer wit than he to undergo it. He
will speak. Oh yes, fear ye not, he will speak.

_Olive_ (_breaking away from_ Paul). My father will _not_ speak!

_Hathorne._ Girl!

_Olive._ My father will _not_ speak. I tell ye there be not stones
enough in the provinces to make him speak. Ye know not my father. My
father will have the best of ye all.

_Enter third_ Messenger, _running._

_Hathorne._ How goes it now with Giles Corey?

_Messenger._ Giles Corey is dead, and he has not spoken.