The VVitch: A New-England Folktale Page #5

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[rustling]

[thud]

[heavy breathing]

[baby cooing]

[Caleb, whispering]

We would see you oft, Mother.

- Would that please you?

- Aye.

I have brought

a book for you, Mother.

- Will you look at it with me?

- Aye.

Oh, one moment now.

Samuel's hungry.

[Sam crying]

Oh, come, come, little Sam.

Come, come.

[slurping]

Flora? Flora?

[dripping]

- [laughs]

- [screams]

[choking]

[laughs]

[sighs]

[thud]

[William groans]

[screams]

[moans]

[grunts]

Corruption.

Thou art my father.

[grunts]

[screams]

- What hast thou done?!

- [screams]

- Where are they?

- I know not what I saw.

- Where are they?!

- I did nothing!

- She came from the sky! She...

- Devil!

You have their blood upon thy hands!

[crying]

It is you!

- It is you!

- I am your daughter!

The Devil is in thee

and have had thee.

You're smeared of his sin.

You reek of Evil!

- You've made a covenant with death!

- Mother!

You bewitched thy brother,

proud slut!

Did you not think I saw

thy sluttish looks to him,

bewitching his eye as any whore?

- What say you to me?

- And thy father next!

No.

[Katherine sobs]

You took them from me!

- They are gone.

- No!

- You killed my children!

- No!

You killed thy father!

You witch!

I love you! I love you!

[screams]

[gasping]

[moans]

[muffled screams]

[crying]

[gasping]

[sobbing]

[birds chirping]

[chimes]

Black Phillip,

I conjure thee to speak to me.

Speak as thou doth speak

to Jonas and Mercy.

Dost thou understand

my English tongue?

Answer me.

[Black Phillip]

What dost thou want?

What canst thou give?

[Black Phillip] Wouldst thou like

the taste of butter?

A pretty dress?

Wouldst thou like

to live deliciously?

Yes.

[Black Phillip]

Wouldst thou like to see the world?

What will you from me?

[Black Phillip]

Dost thou see a book before thee?

[chimes]

Remove thy shift.

I cannot write my name.

[Black Phillip]

I will guide thy hand.

[whispering]

[chanting]

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