Giles Corey of the Salem Farms | ||
III— A street in the Village.
Enter GLOYD and others.GLOYD.
Quick, or we shall be late!
A MAN.
That's not the way.
Come here; come up this lane.
Come here; come up this lane.
GLOYD.
I wonder now
If the old man will die, and will not speak?
He's obstinate enough and tough enough
For anything on earth.
A bell tolls.
Hark! What is that?
If the old man will die, and will not speak?
He's obstinate enough and tough enough
For anything on earth.
A bell tolls.
Hark! What is that?
A MAN.
The passing bell. He's dead!
GLOYD.
We are too late.
[Exeunt in haste.
Giles Corey of the Salem Farms | ||