Write an additional scene for the Crucible set either 7 months before or 7 months after the original script

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The Crucible – Act 0 scene 1

7 months before the horrors of Salem occurred; Elizabeth is in the kitchen, making bread. She hears Proctor and Abigail talking in the barn and moves to the window to look. To her disgust she sees Abigail kissing Proctor. She moves away from the window while Proctor enters.

ELIZABETH: What were you doing out there dear?

PROCTOR: (stuck for words) Oh…um, nothing I was just day dreaming

ELIZABETH: Dreaming?

PROCTOR: I mean, (clears throat) I were watching the animals

ELIZABETH: (playing along whilst knowing what he is hiding) Are you well? You seem troubled.

PROCTOR: (looking to the ground) Aye, you’re right. I be faintly ill. (Realising his getaway, he aims for the stairs)

ELIZABETH: You think sensibly dear, get a good rest. (She walks to the window when he exits)

Elizabeth looks out of the window, glaring at Abigail, her beauty is highlighted by the moon amongst the dark skies. The scowling jealousy shines even brighter off of Elizabeth.

ELIZABETH: (calling from inside): Abigail? Come in please!

ABIGAIL: (strolling into the kitchen area) What is it Mrs Proctor? Is there something wrong?

ELIZABETH: Nay dear, nay, you just look overworked out there.

ABIGAIL: I be fine, I feel good.

ELIZABETH: (replying sharply): You look terrible.

ABIGAIL: (ignoring the insult) Aye Elizabeth.

ELIZABETH: (she raises her arm and belts her with her hand, Abigail falls) My name is Mrs Proctor, to you!

ABIGAIL: Have mercy Mrs Proctor!

ELIZABETH: You don’t know your limits do you little girl (Elizabeth raises her arm, Abigail cowers)

Join now!

ABIGAIL: What has gotten into you Miss?

ELIZABETH: Silence! I’ve had enough! (She repeats her assault, Abigail’s screams fuel her)

PROCTOR: (a faint call from another room): What’s going on in there?

ELIZABETH: Nothing John get some rest!

ABIGAIL: (The rosy blood drips from Abigail’s eye whilst her innocent smile darkens, her pale skin fills and her cower rises and intimidates, the fear is evident on Elizabeth) I swear to Lucifer, this day will be your greatest regret. (She looks at the knife by the bread, then at Elizabeth)

ELIZABETH: (trembling) I, I think it’s time you left.

Abigail leaves ...

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