The Witch Page #3

went to The Wood.

- I promised.

- I care not.

Let me find favor in your eyes.

Child, tell me and thou wilt.

I...

Speak!

- I..

- I took thy fathers cup.

I sold it.

Forgive me Kate.

Forgive me Thomasin.

What is this?

Katherine, I must

make a confession...

I, yestermorn, took

Caleb to The Wood.

Twas for food, and the pelts for

money. Good money.

I knew you were false!

I knew it!

I meant it as a surprise,

twas why I kept secret.

I will trap that wolf, Kate.

You stood by whilst

our son lied to me!

Twas for thy sake.

I love thee Kate.

You took him to the Wood!

I will find him.

You have broken Gods covenant.

You are a liar.

- And you have lost another child.

- I will go now!

- You cannot escape the wood!

- I will find him!

And kill thyself too?

Will Jonas be the

man of the house?

Will you damn all your

family to death?

- Katherine.

- Let go of me.

Picking apples.

Mother?

The goats have bedded down yet?

- Nay.

- I'll to it.

Let it wait till the morrow.

They dare not scape

with this rain.

Nay, I'll to it.

Please you, Mother.

Come hither child.

Hurry back.

Caleb. Caleb!

Caleb.

Father!

Caleb. Caleb.

What ails Caleb, Black Phillip?

What ails him?

Did Thomasin make im

sick in The Wood?

What say you?

Black Phillip saith

you are wicked.

- Aye, he told me too.

- Damn your Black Phillip!

He saith you put the Devil in

Caleb, thats why hes sick.

Id never hurt Caleb,

nor Sam, nor thee.

- You beat me!

- It was a jest.

- You said youd eat of me!

- Mercy!

Mother and Father will find out.

- What?

- That you are a witch!

Thomasin!

Thomasin?

Dost remember John Kempes son?

That first winter, he was

tormented of Indian magic.

Tis not the same.

This is unnatural providence.

- I know not that.

- Look at thy son.

- Will...

- What?

- Think.

- Think what?

- Think.

- I have no thought.

- Does this not look like witchcraft?

- What witch?

Who does this thing? Who?

Thy thoughts are as a child.

What are you doing?

Well back to the

plantation in the morn.

Find a good family for Thomasin.

Take Caleb to the Doctors.

He will tell us this be

some natural ill or no.

Yet we cannot return as beggars.

I will scour the field. There must be

some fruit yet untouched by this rot.

I beseech thee Katherine, what

canst thou do for him presently?

How might we all bare it to

the village with no horse?

Well, the little corn and the

goats, should fetch a fair price.

Well back with

Caleb and sell em,

return with a horse for

the twins and Thomasin.

- You cannot leave them here.

- Thomasin and thee...

- Forget the crop Will!

- What?

What dost thou want, Katherine?

Tell me and I will

give it thee!

I want to be home.

Thou shall be home by

candle-time tomorrow.

In England.

Will...

I also have a

confession to make.

I never meant to be

a shrew to thee.

I have become as Jobs

wife, I know it,

but since Sam, since...

My heart has turned to stone.

I had dreamed once,

twas when I was of

Thomasins years,

that I was with

Christ upon earth.

I was so very near him,

and in many tears for the assurance

of the pardon of my sins,

and I was so ravished

with his love towards me,

I thought it far exceeding the

affection of the kindest husband.

And since Samuel disappeared,

I have such a sad weakness

of faith, I cannot shake it.

I cannot see Christs

help as near.

I pray and I pray but I cannot.

I fear I cannot ever feel that

same measure of love again.

Thou shalt have of it in heaven.

Ill be in field.

If you can spare a while, do.

Well leave at dawn.

I promise thee that.

Jonas, Mercy! Come hither!

Speak not a word!

"Black Phillip is a merry merry king,

he rules the land with mirth."

- I cannot abide your songs.

- Please you, Mercy.

"Black Philip has a mighty mighty

sting, hell knock thee to the earth."

"Sing bah bah King Phillip the

black sing bah bah bah bah bah."

- Peace thou thing.

- Mercy. Thomasin.

"Sing bah bah King Phillip the black

hell knock thee on thy back!"

Enough!

Come.

Get the broad axe and

cut off her head.

Get the narrow axe and

cut off her head!

Get the broad axe and

cut off her head.

Get the narrow axe and

cut off her head!

Shes upon me...

She kneels...

My bowels...

My stomach...

She pinches, scratches.

Sin! Sin! Sin!

Thomasin, take the

children outside.

Who does this to thee?

Who does this?

His mouth is sealed-up.

God! William!

William?

Children, away from this.

Thomasin help!

Caleb?

Hell break his jaws.

Mother?

What ist?

William?

He is witched!

- Tis she!

- No!

- Horrible fancys this?

- She told me she stole Sam!

Silence.

She gave him to the

Devil in The Wood.

- They lie!

- What say you?

She turned Floras

milk to blood.

She had bade us keep

secret from you.

- It was but a jest to quiet her. I..

- She made bargain with Satan!

- She signed his book!

- Silence.

Dont let her near me.

Shell place a curse on me.

- They conspire against me.

- Thomasin is a witch!

Nay. Ill not hear it.

Ill have proof of it,

or heaven help thee.

On thy knees!

Look me in the eye daughter.

- Dost thou love the word of God?

- Yes.

Love you The Bible?

Love you Prayer?

Yes! Yes!

We are children of sin all,

yet I tell thee, I have raised

up no witch in this house.

Let us pray,

then we need fear nothing.

We shall never lie open

to the wicked one.

Pray for thy brother.

- You must believe us.

- Evil, wretches!

- Thomasin!

- Thomasin!

Pray!

Our Father, which art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name...

Jonas, pray!

I... I cannot

remember my prayer.

- What?

- Nor I.

I cannot.

- What nonsense is this.

- Speak children:

Our Father, which art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name...

Pray.

Pray you beasts.

- Get on thy knees and pray!

- Damnation!

Thomasin!

Stop!

I cannot hear this.

This is not so!

A toad.

A cat.

A crow.

A raven.

A great black dog.

A wolf.

- She desires of my blood.

- She desires of my blood.

- She sends em upon me.!

- She desires of my blood.

- They feed upon her teats,

- She desires of my blood.

- She desires of my blood.

- her nether parts!

- She sends em upon me.

- She desires of my blood.

- My Lord, My Jesus! Save me!

- She desires of my blood.

- Think on Christ!

- She sends her Devils...

- I am thine enemy,

- She desires of my blood.

wallowing in the blood

and filth of my sins.

- The Lord is my shepherd...

- I am thine enemy,

I shall not want. He maketh

me to rest in green pasture,

and leadeth me by

the still waters.

He restoreth my soul, and leadeth

me in the paths of righteousness...

- ...for his Names sake.

- I am thine enemy,

Yea, though I should

walk through the valley...

...of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil.

- For thou art with me.

- For thou art with me.

Caleb? Caleb?

Caleb?

Cast the light of thy

Countenance upon me.

Spread over me the

lap of thy love.

Wash me in the ever-flowing

fountains of thy blood.

Wholly thine I am,

my sweet Lord Jesus.

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