Abigail slaps and threatens Betty into submission, and tells the rest of the group if they admit anything happened that night besides dancing, she will hunt them down in the night and do them great harm. When Betty awakens, she is hysterical and claims Abigail drank blood the night before in a ritual designed to kill Elizabeth Proctor. When the adults leave the room, Abigail, along with Mercy Lewis, attempt to rouse Betty. Parris requests Beverly summon Reverend Hale, an expert in the subject of the demonic arts, to examine Betty for signs of the Devil. Reverend Parris questions Abigail as to the night's events, and Abigail denies any claims of witchcraft, insisting the girls were only dancing. The night before, Reverend Parris discovered Betty, her cousin Abigail, and several other village girls dancing in the woods with Parris's slave, Tituba. The play opens with Reverend Samuel Parris standing over the bedside of his daughter, Betty, who has fallen into a comatose-like state. Miller's tragic drama follows the protagonist John Proctor and his plight for justice amongst mass hysteria, and metaphorically examines the motivations and corruption of the McCarthy era in Miller's own time.
The play, first produced on Broadway in 1953, illustrates the story of the Salem witch trials of 1692-1693. Reverend Hale- "Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven.The Crucible is a dramatic work by American playwright Arthur Miller. I saw Sarah Good with the Devil! I saw Goody Osburn with the Devil! I saw Bridget Bishop with the Devil!" -Arthur Miller I want the light of God, I want the sweet love of Jesus! I danced for the Devil I saw him, I wrote in his book I go back to Jesus I kiss His hand. Rebecca Nurse- "A child’s spirit is like a child, you can never catch it by running after it you must stand still, and, for love, it will soon itself come back." -Arthur MillerĪbigail Williams- "I want to open myself!. John Proctor- "Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! How may I live without my name? I have given you my soul leave me my name!" - Arthur Miller I never thought you but a good man, John – only somewhat bewildered.”- Arthur Miller The magistrate sits in your heart that judges you.
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