“ABIGAIL, with a bitter anger: Oh, I marvel how such a strong man may let such a sickly wife be—PROCTOR, angered at himself as well: You'll speak nothin' of Elizabeth!ABIGAIL: She is blackening my name in the village! She is telling lies about me! She is a cold, sniveling woman, and you bend to her! Let her turn you like a—PROCTOR, shaking her: Do you look for whippin’?” Abigail pretends she’s angry at Elizabeth Proctor for damaging her reputation, the more powerful emotion is envy of Elizabeth for her marriage to John Proctor. All of this starts the rumors of witch craft. The rumors start with the girls in the woods and it escalades from there. PROCTOR: The road past my house is a pilgrimage to Salem all morning. The town’s mumbling witchcraft.ABIGAIL: Oh, posh!—We were dancin’ in the woods last night, and my uncle leaped in on us. She took fright, is all.PROCTOR: (His smile widens. Crossing to door.) Dancin’ by moonlight! (Abigail springs into his path.) You’ll be clapped in the stocks before you’re twenty. The rumors spread quickly of the girls and witch craft and have spread throughout the town. John Struggled to live with the wight if his sin and his wife is struggling to forgive
“ABIGAIL, with a bitter anger: Oh, I marvel how such a strong man may let such a sickly wife be—PROCTOR, angered at himself as well: You'll speak nothin' of Elizabeth!ABIGAIL: She is blackening my name in the village! She is telling lies about me! She is a cold, sniveling woman, and you bend to her! Let her turn you like a—PROCTOR, shaking her: Do you look for whippin’?” Abigail pretends she’s angry at Elizabeth Proctor for damaging her reputation, the more powerful emotion is envy of Elizabeth for her marriage to John Proctor. All of this starts the rumors of witch craft. The rumors start with the girls in the woods and it escalades from there. PROCTOR: The road past my house is a pilgrimage to Salem all morning. The town’s mumbling witchcraft.ABIGAIL: Oh, posh!—We were dancin’ in the woods last night, and my uncle leaped in on us. She took fright, is all.PROCTOR: (His smile widens. Crossing to door.) Dancin’ by moonlight! (Abigail springs into his path.) You’ll be clapped in the stocks before you’re twenty. The rumors spread quickly of the girls and witch craft and have spread throughout the town. John Struggled to live with the wight if his sin and his wife is struggling to forgive