Crucible Audition Monologue

I never knew it before. I never knew anything before. When she come into

the court I say to myself, I must not accuse this woman, for she sleep in

ditches, and so very old and poor. But then—then she sit there,

denying and denying, and I feel a misty coldness climbin’ up my back, and the skin on

my skull begin to creep, and I feel a clamp around my neck and I cannot breathe

air; and then I hear a voice, a screamin’ voice, and it were my voice—and all at once I remembered

everything she done to So many times, Mr. Proctor, she come to this very door,

beggin’ bread and a cup of cider—and mark this: whenever I turned her away empty,