The Witch Page #4

My Lord, my love! Kiss me

with the kisses of thy mouth.

How lovely art thou!

Thy embrace!

My Lord!

My Lord! My Love!

My soul's salvation,

take me to thy lap!

Caleb.

Caleb.

Caleb.

Caleb.

Caleb.

Caleb.

Wake up, please.

Wake up, please.

Wake up. Wake up!

No! Wake up!

He is dead.

He is dead.

Jonas, Mercy. Get up.

Get up!

Get away from him! Go!

Thomasin!

Thomasin! Thomasin! My girl.

This tree will be

lovely come spring.

Do you remember when

we came hither?

Such a pretty tree.

Next year Id have

sewn a wheat field.

Started at this tree

and ended thither.

Wed have been a

proper farm then.

Brought us a

great fat milk cow,

finished us the barn...

You must tell me, Thomasin...

Tomorrow, I cannot

keep secret of this.

A council will be called

and thy life is...

- Thy life...

- You will not believe me?

I saw the Serpent in my son.

You stopped their prayer...

They lie.

I saw it.

Caleb disappeared with thee!

- I love Caleb!

- And who then found him,

pale as death,

naked as sin and witched?

Thomasin listen to me.

The bargain thou hast

made is of no effect.

I made no bargain.

- Thy soul belongeth to Christ.

- I made no bargain.

The Devil hath no

interest in thee!

I am no witch, father!

What did I but see in my house?

Will you not hear me?

- I prithee, confess...

- Why have you turned against me?

Christ can unwitch us if you

will but speak the truth to me.

As I love thee, speak truth!

- You ask me to speak truth?

- I beg thee!

You and Mother are planned

to rid the farm of me.

Aye. I heard you speak of it.

Is that truth?

You took of Mothers cup

and let her rail at me.

You confessed not

till it was too late.

- Is that truth?

- Peace thee.

- I will not.

- I am thy father!

- You are a hypocrite!

- Hold thy tongue Daughter mine!

You took Caleb to The Wood and let

me take the blame of that too.

Is that truth?

You let Mother be as thy master!

You cannot bring the crops to yield!

You cannot hunt!

- Is that truth enough?

- Enough!

Thou canst do nothing

save cut wood!

- B*tch!

- And you will not hear me!

Must I hear the Devil wag

his tongue in thy mouth?

Ask the twins then.

Go and ask them.

They spend all day long

babbling to that horned beast.

- They know well his voice.

- Go to!

The Adversary oft comes in

the shape of a he-goat.

And whispers. Aye, whispers.

He is Lucifer,

you know it.

- The twins know it.

- Slander thy brethren no more.

It is they!

From my sight.

Twas they and that goat what

bewitched this whole farm.

Lies!

Wast a wolf stole Sam?

I never saw no wolf.

Mercy told me herself by the stream

I be the witch of the wood!

Get up. Rise!

- What is this?

- Speak!

- I am no witch.

- Get her from my sight!

- Ill not have her in this house.

- She is no witch, Katherine.

What is the cause, daughter?

Tell thy mother.

- I cannot know for certain.

- Thou toldst me well thou knew!

- I cannot look at her.

- Aye, but you shall. Thomasin?

Thomasin!

Jonas and Mercy...

They made covenant with The Devil

in the shape of Black Phillip.

Dost hear that?

Ye Black minions?

Dost hear that, yolk Devils?

Wake. Wake from this.

Did ye make some unholy

bond with that goat?

Speak if this be pretense!

Dissemblers! Grave

pretenders all.

Hear me this.

I will not play a fool

to childrens games!

This is no sport William.

Yet these lies from our babes

mouths are but trifles to them.

- I do not lie!

- Silence, creature!

Thy son is dead. Damned.

Caleb did but cry Jesus.

- The Devil!

- You know it not!

The Devil will speak

Scripture too.

You know it not. It is not true!

- We are Damned!

- Wake!

Fetch the billhook Wife...

...and I will smite Jonas as

Abraham would have done his seed!

No, stop it!

Fetch the billhook and

I will dash his skull!

- Do you see?

- Stop it.

Do you so see now?

- Father!

- Please, Father.

No! It is not safe.

Not with them!

Keep me from this goat.

If that old billy be The Devil,

I would have danced

with him myself.

I'll break thee out

upon the dawn,

and well set back

to the plantation.

Think on thy sins.

Are you witches?

- Does father think I am?

- Are you?

No.

Doth he really speak to thee?

It is my fault.

I confess it.

I confess it!

O my God,

I am false.

I have infected with

the filth of pride.

I know it.

I am.

Dispose of me as thou wilt,

yet redeem my children.

They cannot tame

their natural evils.

I lie before thee,

a coward...

...and thine enemy,

and I lick the

dust of thy earth.

I beg thee,

save my children.

I beg thee my Christ...

I have not damned my family.

My lambs.

My angels!

Mother. We have

longed to see you so.

As I to thee!

I must wake thy father!

- He will be so glad.

- No,

let him sleep.

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.

One moment now,

Samuel is hungry.

Come come, my sweet Sam.

Flora? Flora?

Corruption.

What hast thou done?

Where are they?

- I know not what I saw

- Where are they?

I did nothing! She came from the sky.

- Devil!

You have their blood

upon thy hands!

- It is you. It is you.

- I am your daughter!

The Devil is in thee

and hath had thee.

You are smeared of his sin.

You reek of Evil.

- You have 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! Mother!

You took them from me!

- They are gone!

- No!

- You killed my children!

- No!

You killed thy father! Witch!

- I love you! I love you mother!

- Witch!

Black Phillip.

I conjure thee to speak to me.

Speak as thou dost speak

to Jonas and Mercy.

Dost thou understand

my English tongue?

Answer me.

What dost thou want?

What canst thou give?

Wouldst thou like the

taste of butter?

A pretty dress?

Wouldst thou like to

live deliciously?

Yes.

Wouldst thou like

to see the world?

What will you from me?

Dost thou see a

book before thee?

Remove thy shift.

I cannot write my name.

I will guide thy hand.

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