BRADFORD
(with deep sternness).
And for wolfbane and hellbore and all other hideous herbs that witches
brew in their caldrons. You stand accused, Goody Gurton.

GOODY GURTON
(bewildered).
Accused?

BRADFORD.
Of witchcraft.

THE CROWD
(alternately surging close to her, and falling back).
A-aaah! To the pond with her! To the pond!

JOHN GILES.
If she sinks she is a witch, if she swims----

GOODY GURTON.
Have mercy----

GOODWIFE HUBBARD
(with a shiver).
The water in the pond is deep and cold.

WINTHROP.
Here come Caldwell and Blackthorne with a ducking-chair. (Blackthorne
and Caldwell carry between them a rude chair fashioned hastily from
wood on which the bark still clings.) Well and swiftly fashioned,