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HERRICK: Sarah, wake up! Sarah Good! (
He then crosses to the other bench.)
SARAH GOOD (
rising in her rags): Oh, Majesty! Comin’, comin’! Tituba, he’s here, His Majesty’s come!
HERRICK: Go to the north cell; this place is wanted now. (
He hangs his lantern on the wall. Tituba sits up.)
TITUBA: That don’t look to me like His Majesty; look to me like the marshal.
HERRICK (
taking out a flask): Get along with you now, clear this place. (
He drinks and Sarah Good comes and peers up into his face.)
SARAH GOOD: Oh, is it you, Marshal! I thought sure you be the devil comin’ for us. Could I have a sip of cider for me goin’-away?
HERRICK (
handing her the flask): And where are you off to, Sarah?
TITUBA (
as Sarah drinks): We goin’ to Barbados, soon the Devil gits here with the feathers and the wings.
HERRICK: Oh? A happy voyage to you.
SARAH GOOD: A pair of bluebirds wingin’ southerly, the two of us! Oh, it be a grand transformation, Marshal! (
She raises the flask to drink again.)
HERRICK (
taking the flask from her lips): You’d best give me that or you’ll never rise off the ground. Come along now.
TITUBA: I’ll speak to him for you, if you desires to come along, Marshal.
HERRICK: I’d not refuse it, Tituba; it’s the proper morning to fly into Hell.
TITUBA: Oh, it be no Hell in Barbados. Devil, him be pleasure-man in Barbados, him be singin’ and dancin’ in Barbados. It’s you folks - you riles him up ‘round here; it be too cold ‘ round here for that Old Boy. He freeze his soul in Massachusetts, but in Barbados he just as sweet and -- (
A bellowing cow is heard, and Tituba leaps up and calls to the window): Aye, sir! That’s him, Sarah!
SARAH GOOD: I’m here, Majesty! (
They hurriedly pick up their rags as Hopkins, a guard, enters.)
HOPKINS: The Deputy Governor’s arrived.
HERRICK (
grabbing Tituba): Come along, come along.
TITUBA (
resisting him): No, he comin’ for me. I goin’ home!
HERRICK (
pulling her to the door): That’s not Satan, just a poor old cow with a hatful of milk. Come along now, out with you!
TITUBA (
calling to the window): Take me home, Devil! Take me home!
SARAH GOOD (
following the shouting Tituba out): Tell him I’m goin’, Tituba! Now you tell him Sarah Good is goin’ too!
Arthur Miller,
The Crucible (The Cresset Press, 1961)