Reverend Hale Monologue - the Crucible
Monologue – Reverend John Hale
Before the events of Act Four
I have always been a man of God, and I used to believe with all my heart that what I did was for him. I took it upon myself to find impurities in the world and banish them, whether they be cursed spirits, demons or, most common, witches. I was good at it as well, where I went, witches died, but let me tell you now; every single man or women hung by my order had evidence that they were evil so thick that it could not be ignored...their deaths don't bother my conscience.
Salem, however was a different matter altogether. From the first minute inside that town I could sense evil and corruption so thick it felt as if it was in the very air! People were scared to talk aloud in-case someone yelled witch. Lucifer stalked the streets, that I am certain, but people used the suspicion for their own good, their own benefits, and in payment good Christian people died, all in the name of God.
What hurts my heart most however, is that it may of been my own vanity and confidence which started it all. Through years of training and experience, I had believed that I had grown to be the best witch-hunter there was, and yet here I had fallen for the lies of the true witch Abigail, who led the town by the nose by condemning anyone who opposed her. If I hadn't been so quick to call Tituba a witch, then maybe, just maybe, the process of hanging, of murdering, so many in that town may of stopped altogether and my heart would be at peace.
When I think back on it all I wonder if we even caught a single witch, or just fell for Abigail’s' lies. She is a witch, and my heart burns with hatred and shame to know that she still walks the lands God himself made for us, which begs the question; how can God let good Christian people die and still let someone as evil as her live? I cannot answer that question, however I do know that Gods word and judgement is given to the people of Salem through the courts of
Before the events of Act Four
I have always been a man of God, and I used to believe with all my heart that what I did was for him. I took it upon myself to find impurities in the world and banish them, whether they be cursed spirits, demons or, most common, witches. I was good at it as well, where I went, witches died, but let me tell you now; every single man or women hung by my order had evidence that they were evil so thick that it could not be ignored...their deaths don't bother my conscience.
Salem, however was a different matter altogether. From the first minute inside that town I could sense evil and corruption so thick it felt as if it was in the very air! People were scared to talk aloud in-case someone yelled witch. Lucifer stalked the streets, that I am certain, but people used the suspicion for their own good, their own benefits, and in payment good Christian people died, all in the name of God.
What hurts my heart most however, is that it may of been my own vanity and confidence which started it all. Through years of training and experience, I had believed that I had grown to be the best witch-hunter there was, and yet here I had fallen for the lies of the true witch Abigail, who led the town by the nose by condemning anyone who opposed her. If I hadn't been so quick to call Tituba a witch, then maybe, just maybe, the process of hanging, of murdering, so many in that town may of stopped altogether and my heart would be at peace.
When I think back on it all I wonder if we even caught a single witch, or just fell for Abigail’s' lies. She is a witch, and my heart burns with hatred and shame to know that she still walks the lands God himself made for us, which begs the question; how can God let good Christian people die and still let someone as evil as her live? I cannot answer that question, however I do know that Gods word and judgement is given to the people of Salem through the courts of