Elizabeth Proctor Monologue for Act 2 Essay

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Who am I to trust? Mary defied my orders by leaving the house and she made me a poppet which only created trouble for me; Abigail, (not that I trusted her to begin with), must have been the one to mention my name in the court, and the worst one of all, my darling husband John has admitted to being alone in a room with Abigail. He knows how I feel about her and yet he goes against my feelings and orders. I have practically lost all faith in him. Its as though I dont even know who he is anymore.

He constantly tells me that his home is a courtroom when what he fails to realise is that the courtroom is in his very heart¦ Although I am slightly suspicious of Mary bringing the poppet into my home, I must admit I owe her my life. I could have been one of the thirty nine who stand accused, but thanks to my Mary, I am not. One had spoken against me in the court today and if Mary were not there, I would have been without defence. I have no doubts however, that it was Abigail who accused me in order to take my place in my husbands bed.

I made a good decision in banishing her from my home. That plaintiff has one very large cheek, (make that two); she clearly used her looks to entrap my husband into sinning against the seventh commandment of God, and then accuses me of witchcraft. She is the one leading others into lechery, she is the sinner; not I, not my husband, her. Not only was Abigails act of perjury a fault in my day, but to then be questioned of my faith? Hale had arrived at my house, only to doubt my faith and want proof of my fabricated indictment.

Making me feel slightly better, however, is that he had previously visited Rebecca Nurse, a soul so pure and white, I know it was pure business and nothing personal being the reason of his visit. Nevertheless, the tone of his visit did not seem as wholesome. Noticing the frequency of our visits to the church and the baptisms of only two of our sons allowed concealed doubts to arise. My sickness be the cause of our absence at Church, and yet people are so quick to accuse and point fingers.

On reciting the Ten Commandments, alas, I am not surprised to say, my John had forgotten the seventh and required my aid. Thou shalt not commit adultery. John also needed an urge to remember the fact that Abigail told him the childrens sickness had naught to do with witchcraft. Unfortunately, our defence of our faith had not saved me. Cheever and Herrick arrived for my arrest and after spotting the poppet, nothing was holding them back from arresting me. They found a needle in the doll and immediately associated it to the fit of that Abigail which found a needle in her abdomen.

Needless to say, I was dumfounded. I had no connection between the doll and Abigail; I had not ever used the doll. I forgot I had the doll in my possession in the first place! I owe Mary my life for defending me and admitting to owning and creating the doll. My husband on the other hand, was not as composed as I, and therefore, ripped the warrant of my arrest in anger. Mary is yet to testify in court regarding her creation of the poppet. My life now lies in the hands of my servant, Mary Warren.

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