the crucible
Abigail lies throughout the entire play. She has Tituba cast a spell to kill Elizabeth but in order to avoid detection of this she lies saying she saw all these people with the devil; "I saw Sarah Good with the devil! I saw Goody Osburn with the Devil!" She also states before these lies "I want to open myself!" The word 'open' means 'entirely honest; Ironically, nothing thatshe says is actually truthful. She lies in court by pretending she see's things that aren't actually there in hope to get others "Why do you come, yellow bird?" (She didn't actually see any bird) She tells John that the night in the forest was just 'fun' "We were dancin' in the woods last night" when in reality she was drinking a charm to kill Elizabeth. She also ironically calls Elizabeth a liar; "Goody proctor is a gossiping liar" This is also a lie again!PROCTOR, breathless and in agony: It [Abigail] is a whore! DANFORTH, dumfounded: You charge-? ABIGAIL: Mr. Danforth, he is lying! PROCTOR: Mark her! Now she'll suck a scream to stab me with but- DANFORTH: You will prove this! This will not pass! PROCTOR, trembling, his life collapsing about him: I have known her, sir. I have known her. DANFORTH: You-you are a lecher? FRANCIS, horrified: John, you cannot say such a –
PROCTOR: Oh, Francis, I wish you had some evil in you that you might know me. To Danforth: A man will not cast away his good name. You surely know that. DANFORTH, dumfounded: In-in what time? In what place? PROCTOR, his voice about to break, and his shame great: In the proper place-where my beasts are bedded. On the last night of my joy, some eight months past. She used to serve me in my house, sir. He has to clamp his jaw to keep from weeping. A man may think God sleeps, but God sees everything, I know it now. I beg you, sir, I beg you-see her what she is. My wife, my dear good wife, took this girl soon after, sir, and put her out on the highroad. And being what she is, a lump of vanity, sir- He is being
PROCTOR: Oh, Francis, I wish you had some evil in you that you might know me. To Danforth: A man will not cast away his good name. You surely know that. DANFORTH, dumfounded: In-in what time? In what place? PROCTOR, his voice about to break, and his shame great: In the proper place-where my beasts are bedded. On the last night of my joy, some eight months past. She used to serve me in my house, sir. He has to clamp his jaw to keep from weeping. A man may think God sleeps, but God sees everything, I know it now. I beg you, sir, I beg you-see her what she is. My wife, my dear good wife, took this girl soon after, sir, and put her out on the highroad. And being what she is, a lump of vanity, sir- He is being