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(INSECTS BUZZING)
If the boy finds out we killed his mother,
brother and sister...
and handing this earth over to him.
no idea at all what is coming.
Cotton Mather... a formidable soul.
From cloud to sea,
Cotton?
What reward is it you crave for such service?
(WHIMPERS)
(GASPS)
Come... see him hanged.
within a week.
Rising branches charged from sky,
that it required only a faith.
So true.
Help me.
I was a lost bird, myself, once upon a time,
The Essex witches, my Lord.
Is she yours, Isaac?
(WIND WHISTLES)
Good boy.
My father's nothing now.
and left her no other course.
are attacking towns and forcing refugees our way.
(OVERLAPPING SCREAMS)
and the richest boy in Salem.
I must first enjoy the feeling
Seen the future that we have built
I can't look at that man without thinking of Mary.
I understand completely.
and nobody was to be trusted.
Mercy, Alice is here.
But, my Lord,
and there is not a soul alive
from skin to bone.
Previously on Salem...
(INSECTS CHIRPING)
that love could not be known by reason,
war follows.
The terror outside drives refugees into Salem,
Now mother will think it is done,
Come.
My reputation?
What reward is it you crave for such service?
Indians, French devils... they murder us.
Rising branches charged from sky,