Crucible craetive ewrting and commentary. Through this dialogue I wanted to portray how powerful Abigail has become.

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Outside the courts, the sun is just about to set and the air is warm.

There is nobody about apart from Abigail and Mary. A quite breeze swishes past them and blows Mary’s hat off.

Abigail: [looking down on Mary, she bitterly says] Goody Proctor how that woman makes me wretch. I’m going to prove to the courts she’s a follower of the devil.

Mary: [looks up very confused] I don’t understand you Abigail. You can’t want her to die that much.

Abigail: [stands up and starts to walk up and down.] You see Mary, if she were not to be here anymore, I would win! [Her voice turns very high pitched with excitement] John Proctor would be mine, we could be happy and our love would follow us to our graves. [She turns cold.] But, how to get her out so I can have my happy future [Angrily] she must die!

Mary: [Taking caution as to what she should say] Abigail, you know that this is taking things a little too far. I mean if you did love Proctor like you say, would you really kill the woman he loves?

Abigail: [extremely angry] I am the woman he loves! His morals, his religious morals, just get in the way of our love.

Mary: [staying calm she looks at Abigail with disappointment] I didn’t think you were like this, what Proctor did was a mistake. He will always love goody Proctor. [Stands up to tell her] He will never love you! I won’t have anything to do with this your outrageous! [Mary is taken back by what she has just said.] It’s like you’ve signed your name the devils black book, you’re a complete disgrace Abigail!  

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Abigail: I need you to help me do you understand Mary?

Mary: Abigail I’ll have naught to do with it goody Proctor will hang for this.

Abigail: I’m not sure that’s wise thinking Mary the courts treat me like a saint. I’m almost sure they would take my word if I were to tell them your siding with Lucifer.

Mary: [jumps to her feet her anger is raging she can barely contain herself.] You wouldn’t of all the things, Abigail, of all the things! [Pacing up and down in despair] Why? Why? What have I done? I’ve done you ...

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