John Hale Monologue

When Hale first went to Salem he was motivated to get to the bottom of the ‘witchcraft’ that was going on. Hale visited Proctor’s home saying, “I thought, sir , to put some questions as to the Christian character of this house, if you’ll

Armed with the law, he later questions everyone’s innocence that dared challenge his authority. Responsible for the wrongful hanging of thirteen people, ultimately led to Judge Danforth's downfall.

Hale: Words can not express the overwhelming emotion Mr. Proctor... (He stares at the gravestone). Your death, along with hundreds of others; all innocent, it is on me. (He looks down in shame). All of it, it rests upon my shoulders. The blood on my hands, it-it won't wash off! (He runs his hand slowly through his hair. His voice shaking). I arrived in this town, preparing

John Hale is first seen coming to the town of Salem with heavy books and is revered for his knowledge. Miller shows this by writing, “ He appeared loaded down with half a dozen heavy books” in the stage directions (Miller 1230). John Hale believes Salem is in accompany with the Devil, and he will be the one to rid the town and its people of this evil. John does not know that the only perpetrators of witchcraft were the girls in the woods and Tituba, a slave maid for the Williams household. Hale will later come to realization of what is actually happening in the town of Salem through the events that happen in the play.

Reverend John Hale starts off in the play as a confident character with good intentions. His self-assurance comes from thorough training to become a witch hunter. His purpose for visiting Salem was to bring justice to the town. Hale’s determination begins to fade when he realizes the hypocrisy of the court. Hale’s character changes from unbiased yet determined, to unsure and guilt-ridden.

By using it to create the intensity to catch audience attention. As Danforth tries to comfort the court, he starts to believe the act of Abigail and the other girls. He says “I have seen marvels in this court. I have seen people choked before my eyes by spirits; I have seen them stuck by pins and slashed by daggers. I have until this moment not the slightest reason to suspect that the children may be deceiving me.

I wish I could’ve done something differently, I wish I knew my daughter had these crazy thoughts in her head. How could I have never noticed? How could I not notice the tension between my own two children. It all started Friday afternoon during lunch, Jill, Jack, my husband Jessie and I were all sitting at our old barn wood dinner table, In the middle of our formal dining room with light grey walls and deep red accent wall. On that wall we have a bunch of picture of Jack and Jill growing up, most of them are Jack but no one ever seems to notice. We don't have too many picture considering Jack and Jill are only 13 and haven’t gone to any school dances. They are both very similar looking as babies, same weight, same green eyes, brown hair and

Angrily, you slammed your fist on the horn, your head felt so hot you were sweating. The car roared down the street. "That bastard!" You swore. "I'll kill him! I'll kill the cheating bastard."

Hale is “a tight-skinned, eager-eyed intellectual” (Act 1) whose radiating pride in his profession is apparent when he claims his books “are weighted with authority” (Act 1) upon arriving in Salem. His pride allows him to gain social status and influence in society. Hytner reveals this influence in an additional scene where Hale is interrogating the girls through an over the shoulder shot which conveys Hale’s power. His booming voice is laced with authority and his face contorts with irritation as he bellows, “Was there?” (Act 1). In the following scene, backlighting is utilized to create a halo effect around Hale’s figure symbolizing his good intentions whilst also contrasting with his corrupt actions. Although Hale holds power at the beginning of the play, it disintegrates after he becomes aware of the truth. He attempts to heal his tarnished soul by rescuing others yet finds he cannot help, rendering him a broken man. The development of Hale’s character parallels that of Salem society symbolizing how Salem crumbled after so many deaths due to the misuse of

I woke up to my phone ringing with notifications like crazy, but before I grabbed my phone, I discovered that Mark was no longer sleeping by my side. I rubbed my eyes as I gently called out to him, thinking he was in the room, but I didn't hear a response. I sat up on the bed, fully awake then deciding to go look for him. However, before I could go out, my phone started vibrating again.

I can’t comment about it, because I don’t know what Luis has said about me. However I believe Luis wanted Siller to believe that Luis is the victim, no me.

Mom played innocent, but she may suspect I’m not. She probably spies on me, like Leda spies on her. You can trust the snoop you know, so Leda doesn’t bother me. Until I find out how my mom spies on me—she’s my worst enemy.

I have a grudge against my neighbor named John, and John has pushed the last of my buttons. Ive decided to take revenge on him for the years of torment that's made my life completely and utterly miserable. I am going to take his life and ill finally be free of the nightmare i know to be John.To do this it will take careful planning on my part and I’ll need a place to hide if im found out by the towns people. I’ll also need a place to hide the body and any evidence so people won’t become suspicious of my involvement of his sudden disappearance.

At the start of April my oldest son John became very ill with what the doctor said was Smallpox. No one knows who had the disease first but my son was sent with the other infected people to the end of the wagon trail to be quarantined. That sunday many of us prayed for the sick as I would ask God to give my son the strength to fight off this disease and bring him back to me safely and better than he was before. I wrote to John every day as that would be the only way the families of the sick could speak to their loved ones to not risk spreading the disease more, in his letters he spoke of many people with blisters as big as a young child’s hand and that he felt the longer he was with these sick people the more his health began to decline. During

Thump-thump, huff, I exhaled a frightened torrent of humid air from my parched throat. Thump-thump, huff-huff-huff…. my heart beat as if it was pounding out through my brain; My skull shook from the rapid vibrations and I frantically tried to catch my breath. I yanked my flashlight from the shelves perpendicular to my bed and with a frenzied leap, I bolted inside my closet. I put my hand over my mouth, all was silent. I could feel the damp, moist air against my fingers. Creak-Creak, I could hear the sound of slow but heavy footsteps making their way up our old and noisy stairs. With each step getting closer to my room I felt my heart beat faster and faster. I faintly hear the eerie laughter of an infant off