Examples Of Elizabeth Monologue On John Proctor
Oh heavens almighty, God, for your luminous power and the sacred land below us, let my cousin Betty awaken from this troubled sleep. It’s been long since I have been able to enjoy her presence, and Mercy has even begun to suggest I beat her. Everything has taken a turn for the worse, and I’m trying to understand it all. When we girls went deep into the forest, we did so out of a joyous mood, our limbs solely wanting to be free from the confined rules. There was nothing troublesome there. Our beliefs are innocent at heart, and I will gladly accept the punishment for residing in the forbidden forest. However, I cannot take such punishment due to rumors that I participated in witchcraft by the people of this area; they'd die before they could admit that they were trying to find an excuse to spread false allegations about my name.
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The cold, sniveling woman put me out of her house for things out of my control. John Proctor is in love with me, and she is envious of such a thing. Elizabeth has blackened my name throughout the village and, worst of all, made John bend at her will. No matter how much I plead, he will not come close to me, even if it kills him. I wish that he would look up at my window and be proud of doing so. I said I have more than hope in us, but I am starting to think it's not true as long as Elizabeth is alive. Would the Lord please forgive me for committing such an act? My word only aids in the fatal attempts to follow my heartfelt morals. However, I think my final actions will never be forgiven unless God can see why. To begin, Tituba, my uncle’s slave, was present among us girls in the forest. We danced to her Barbados song that my uncle said was "gibberish,” she tried to conjure Ruth’s dead sisters, and we drank soup from a kettle. I only attempted to avail myself of the guilt and blame, so I accused her of
The cold, sniveling woman put me out of her house for things out of my control. John Proctor is in love with me, and she is envious of such a thing. Elizabeth has blackened my name throughout the village and, worst of all, made John bend at her will. No matter how much I plead, he will not come close to me, even if it kills him. I wish that he would look up at my window and be proud of doing so. I said I have more than hope in us, but I am starting to think it's not true as long as Elizabeth is alive. Would the Lord please forgive me for committing such an act? My word only aids in the fatal attempts to follow my heartfelt morals. However, I think my final actions will never be forgiven unless God can see why. To begin, Tituba, my uncle’s slave, was present among us girls in the forest. We danced to her Barbados song that my uncle said was "gibberish,” she tried to conjure Ruth’s dead sisters, and we drank soup from a kettle. I only attempted to avail myself of the guilt and blame, so I accused her of