{"1": {"fulltext": "iillil\\nIllilSi fi^\\nM", "height": "3621", "width": "2126", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "r\\n0\\ny\\n1-^ i\\n0\\nX\\n-^f^* j.^ ^^^^^z", "height": "3339", "width": "2011", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "vi-?-^\\nvS^\\n^9-\\nV\\n^^9-\\n^0^\\noK\\n0^\\nv\\\\^\\nv^^\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a03^^^.. \\\\^B\u00c2\u00ab^.\u00c2\u00b0 A^U^ WM^:, .^h ^^nm^-\\n.0\\n/.a^^ ,^a;o", "height": "3339", "width": "2011", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3308", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3339", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3308", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3339", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3308", "width": "1937", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "A CRXTRNNTAL DRAMATIC OFI ERING.\\nA ROMANTIC DRAMA,\\nIN FOUR ACTS, ENTITLED,\\nTHE SCA\\ndramatized fr(\\nma|-\\nXETTER.\\nL HAWTHORNE S\\n\\\\NCE.\\nBy GABRIEL HARRISON.\\nAuthor of Life and Writings of John Howard Payne, The Tragedy\\nof Melanthea The Stratford Bust of Shakespeare, etc.\\nBROOKLYN, N. Y.\\n1 R 1 N r ED B V H A R R V M GARDNER, J k\\nCorner Court and Joralemon Streets.\\n1876", "height": "3339", "width": "1894", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "u^", "height": "3308", "width": "1937", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "Entered according to Act of Congress, in tiie year 1874,\\nBy GABRIEL HARRISON,\\nin tiie Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.\\nONLY ONE HUNDRED\\nCOPIES PRINTED.", "height": "3339", "width": "1894", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "CHARACTERS.\\nMr. Bellingham, Governor of Boston. Mass.\\nRev. Master Arthur Dimmesdale.\\nRev. Mr. Wilson.\\nRoger Chillingworth.\\nMaster Townsman.\\nCitizen Rawson.\\nCapt. Goodwill.\\nWOMEN.\\nHester Prynne.\\nPearl, Hester s child, seven years old.\\nMistress Hibbins, Governor Bellingham s Sister,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 A\\nWitch.\\nMistress Gossip.\\nMistress Small.\\nMary Mercy, and her little child.\\nWITCHES AND INDIANS.\\nSwamp-fox\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Indian.\\nSpeaR-Iiead- Indian, belonging to the band of witches.\\nBlighted-TRUNK\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a very old Indian woman, witch.\\nWeeping-willow\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a young, white girl.\\nFleet-wing Indian.\\nNigiit-bird\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an Indian boy about twelve years old.\\nSoldiers, Citizens, Sailors, c., c.\\nScene, Boston, Mass.\\nTime, 1650. Costumes of the time of King James.", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "S[|)c Scarlet ficttcr. :3V. El., 1652.\\nHester Pryone, with the letter A upon her bosom, and her babe in her\\narms, is conducted by the Town Beadle from the old Boston Prison to the\\nPenance Scaffold. O.awn by J. N. Hyde.", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "SCARLET LETTER.\\nACT r.\\nScene First. (In two.)\\nExterior of a Prison, painted on flat. The building represents an\\nold-fashioned wooden structure with wooden steps, leading up to\\nan oaken door, with iron cross-bars across the centre. Black back-\\ning used. On each side of the door are small windows with iron\\nbars. On the right of the door, painted on the scene, is a rose-\\nbush, in full bloom, running up the face of the house. On each\\nside of the house is a rough stone-wall eight feet high, with sharp\\niron pickets running along its top. Trees are seen beyond as if\\nstanding in the prison yard. The scene is strong in character. A\\ncrowd of men, women, squaws and children are discovered stand-\\ning and sitting around in groups. Mistress Small, Gossip, Mary\\nMercy, Master Townsman, Rawson and others, standing in centre\\nof stage.\\nGossip. Good wives, I ll tell ye a piece of my mind. It\\nwould be greatly for the public behoof, if we women,\\nbeing of mature minds and age, and church-members in\\ngood standing, should have the handling of such malefac-\\ntresses as this Hester Prynne. What think ye, gossips?\\nIf the hussy stood up for judgment before us five, that\\nare now here in a knot together, would she come off wdth\\nsuch a sentence as the worshipful magistrates have award-\\ned marry, I trow not\\nSmall. People say that the Reverend Master Dimmes-\\ndale, her godly pastor, takes it very grievously to heart\\nthat such a scandal should have come upon his congrega-\\ntion.\\nGossip. The magistrates are God-fearing gentlemen, but\\nmerciful overmuch, that is a truth. At the very least,\\nthey should have put the brand of a hot iron on Hester", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "4 The Scaklet Letter.\\nPrynne s forehead. Madam Hester would have winced\\nat that, T warrant me. But she, the naughty baggage,\\nlittle will she care what they put upon the bodice of her\\ngown! why, look you, she may cover it with a broach,\\nor such like heathenish adornment, and so walk the streets\\nas brave as ever\\nSmall. Who knows, she may come, stalking out of the\\nprison, with a bunch of flowers covering her brand of\\nshame, so that none of us can see the shape of the letter.\\nGossip. A bunch of flowers! The sharpest thorn-apple\\nthat ever grew, were too soft and beautiful for the hus-\\nsy s bosom!\\nMercy. O peace, gentlewomen, let her cover the mark\\nas she will, the pang of it will always be in her heart, and\\nthat s enough.\\nGossip. I sa}?^ this woman has brought shame upon us\\nall, and ought to die. Is there not law for it Truly there\\nis, both in the scripture and the statute-book. Then let\\nthe magistrates, who have made these laws of no effect,\\nthank themselves if their own wives and daughters go\\nastray\\nMercy. Good friends, does it follow because one goes\\nunpunished here, that God doth not forgive sin. Better\\nthat we should forgive and help Hester out of her troubles.\\nIndeed, Mistress Gossip, you are too hard, and I sorrow\\nfor poor Hester.\\nGossip. You do Shame upon you then. Look to the\\nchild you hold by the hand take care her future becomes\\nnot like Hester s.\\nToivnsnmn. Mercy me, good wife, is there no virtue in\\nwoman save what springs from a wholesome fear of the\\ngallows\\nMercy. One would think so, master Townsman, the way\\nMistress Gossip talks. (The prison-door is heard to unlock, and\\nthe chain to fall.) But hush the lock is turning in the prison-\\ndoor, and we will soon see Hester Prynne herself, and may-\\nhap some people s hearts will soften a little.\\nGossip. Not mine, I warrant you She should be punish-\\ned, but stay See The door is open", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "The Scarlet Letter. 5\\nThe prison-door opens. The Beadle comes down the steps. Hester\\nis seen standing inside of the doorway with her babe in her arms.\\nA ray of light falls across her head and shoulders, which are artist-\\nically relieved against the back-ground. A murmur is heard to pass\\nthrougri the crowd, and all push forward to see Hester.\\nThe Beadle with his staff parts the crowd so as to make a centre-\\nopening, that all may see Hester.\\nBeadle. Room there make room, and behold Hester\\nPrynne Room, I say! and behold the Scarlet Letter!\\nPicture. Hester stands for a moment or two inside of the doorway,\\nthen steps out upon the upper step. The crowd all stare at her,\\nand whisper to each other.\\nMistress Gossip, {R. C.) She has good skill in her needle,\\nthat s certain, but did any before this brazen hussy, con-\\ntrive such a way of showing it Why, gossips, what is it\\nbut to laugh in the faces of our own godly magistrates, and\\nmake a pride out of what the worthy gentlemen meant for\\na punishment\\nSmall. It were well if we stripped Madame Hester s\\nrich gown off of her dainty shoulders and as for the red\\nletter, which she hath stitched so curiously, I ll bestow a\\nrag of mine own rheumatic flannel to make a fitter one\\nMercy. O peace neighbors, peace do not let her hear\\nyou there is not a stitch in that embroidered letter but\\nwhat has gone to her very soul.\\nBeadle, (making gesture with his staff.) Make way, good\\npeople In the King s name, make way Open a passage,\\nand, I promise ye, Mistress Prynne shall be set where man,\\nwoman, and child shall have a fair sight of her brave ap-\\nparel. A blessing on the righteous colony of the Massa-\\nchusetts, where iniquity is dragged out into the sunshine\\nCome along, Madame Hester, and show your scarlet letter\\nin the market-place\\n(The people shout The market-place! The market-place The\\nBeadle leads the Procession! Two Soldiers form in front of Hester\\nand two to the rear of her. The people follow.\\nBeadle. Move on to the market-place the market-\\nplace [Excitement. Exuent crowd, L. H. ist E.]\\nTow7isnian. I feel more sorrow for this woman thus held\\nup to shame before the low rabble, and their vile taunts", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "6 The Scarlkt Lkttkr.\\nand sneers, than I could, were she beuig conducted to\\ndeath.\\nRawson. O far better death, were 1 the woman, but\\nsomething must be done for the cause of virtue.\\nTownsman. But one would think this were a common\\ncrime, and required the rigorous effects of the law to stay\\nits progress. I in truth have more faith in woman, and as\\nto the law, I d rather quietl}^ ship her back to England,\\nthan thus crush her by such an exposure.\\nRawson. You are right, besides it is a sin better known\\nto itself than to the public. Tis strange who the father\\nis. But let us to the market-place and see how poor Hes-\\nter stands her hard fate. Exeunt. L. H. ist E.\\nScene Second. The Market-Place.\\nAn old-fashioned Boston street. In the C of the Stage a platform four\\nfeet high. Steps in front. A rail around the top of platform.\\nThe structure represents the Pillory. On R. from 2d to 4th. E.\\na building representing a City Hall, with a stoop across the front\\ntwo steps high, and broad enough for Characters to stand upon.\\nBalcony, with columns to support it. Hester is discovered on\\nth c Pillory, with her child in her arms. The Beadle stands at\\nfoot of Steps, L. Two Soldiers R. L. of steps. Four Soldiers\\nwith their halberts, behind the Governor s chair on the stoop. Citi-\\nzens on the left from 2d to 4th E. Wilson and Dimmesdale on\\nthe Stoop. Chillingworth, Townsman, Swamp-fox, and Rawson\\nabove 1st E. L. H. Gossip, Small, Mercy and Child, in front of\\nCrowd L. Hibbins disguised as a witch L. between 2d and 3d E.\\nChil/ingworth. I pray you, good Sir, who is this woman?\\nand wherefore is she here set up to public shame\\nTownsman. You must needs be a stranger in this region,\\nfriend, else you would surely have heard of Mistress Hes-\\nter Prynne and her evil doings. She hath raised a great\\nscandal in godly Master Dimmesdale s church. The sight\\nis a pity.\\nChillingworth. Indeed (Chillingworth turns and looks for a\\nmoment at Hester. Hester observes Chillingworth, and starts. Chil-\\nlingworth motions her to be silent by placing his fingers on his lips.", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "The Scarlkt Lettkr. 7\\nYou sa) truly, it is a pity. But who will hear the cause\\nToivnsman. The Governor, for whom they wait, and\\nother magistrates.\\nChillingzvorth. And what may be their office, now seated\\nupon the porch yonder?\\nTownsman. The older of the two, and at the right, is the\\ncelebrated Reverend Mr. Wilson. The young man with\\npale face, is the Reverend Master Dimmesdale, of great elo-\\nquence, and stands very high with the godly people of\\nBoston.\\nChillingzvorth. Pray tell me more of this. I am a stranger,\\nand have been a wanderer sorely against my will. I have\\nmet with grievous mishaps by sea and land, and have been\\nlong held in bonds among the heathen folk, to the south-\\nward, and am now brought hither by this Indian, to be re-\\ndeemed out of my captivity. Will it please you, therefore,\\nto tell me of Hester Prynne s offences and what has\\nbrought her to yonder scaffold\\nTownsman. Truly, friend it must gladden your heart,\\nafter your sojourn in the wilderness, to find yourself at\\nlength in a land where iniquity is searched out, and pun-\\nished, as here in godly New-England. Yonder woman,\\nsir, you must know, was the wife of a certain learned man,\\nEngHsh by birth, but who had long dwelt in Amsterdam\\nwhence some good time agone, he was minded to cross\\nover and cast his lot with us of the Massachusetts. To\\nthis purpose he sent his wife before him, remaining him-\\nself to look after some necessary affairs. Marry, good sir,\\nin some two years or less, that the woman has been a dwel-\\nler here in Boston, no tidings having come of this learned\\ngentleman, and his young wife, left to her own misguid-\\nance, is thus exposed and branded with the letter A, which\\nstands for adultery.\\nCJiillingworth. Ah Aha I I understand. So learned\\na man as you speak of, should have learned this, too, in his\\nbooks. And who, by your favor, sir, may be the father\\nof yonder babe? It is some two or three months old, I\\nshould judge.\\nTownsman. Of a truth, friend, that matter remaineth a", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "8 The Scarlet Letter.\\nriddle and the Daniel who shall expound it, is yet a-want-\\ning. Madam Hester absolutely refuseth to speak to that\\npoint, and the magistrates laid their heads together in vain\\nto find that out; peradventure the guilty one stands look-\\ning on at this sad spectacle unknown of man, and forget-\\nting that God sees him.\\nChillingworth. The learned man should come himself, to\\nlook into the mystery,\\nToivnsman. It behoves him well, if he be still in life.\\nNow, my good sir, our Massachusetts magistracy, bethink-\\ning themselves, that this woman is youthful and fair, and\\ndoubtless was strongly tempted to her fall and that,\\nmoreover, as is most likely, her husband may be at the\\nbottom of the sea they have not been bold enough to\\nput in force the extremity of the law against her. The\\npenalty thereof is death, but in their tenderness of heart,\\nthey doomed Mistress Prynne to stand a space of three\\nhours on yonder platform and then, for the remainder of\\nher natural life, to wear the mark of shame upon her\\nbosom,\\n(Jhillingworth. Thus she will be a living sermon against\\nher sin, and then mayhap, for an epitaph, the ignominious\\nletter will be engraved upon her tombstone. (Enter Governor\\nC. D.) But stay, that is the Governor, I take it. Let us\\nstand aside, and see what mav be the result. As Governor\\nBellingham steps foward on the porch, there is a stir among the crowd.\\nGovtrnor. Hearken unto me, Hester Prynne. As the\\nchief magistrate of this state, I am performing a duty more\\nsad than any other that could befall me. Plere, in the mar-\\nket-place, before the whole town s people, you stand a\\npublic mark for the finger of shame to point at. It is not\\nmy purpose to torment you by dwelling at length upon\\nthe nature of your sin. I believe there is a mitigant, a\\nbalm for you, in revealing the name of him linked with\\nyours in this misdeed. May Heaven give you strength\\nto the performance of this duty, which you owe Ourself\\nand the public. Speak (a pause, Hester keeps silent.) She an-\\nswers not. (to Wilson. Governor sits down.)\\nWilson, (rises) Hester Prynne, I have striven with my", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "The Scaklkt Lp:tter. 9\\nyoiin^ brother here, under whose preaching of the word\\nyou have been privileged to sit. I have sought, I say, to\\npersuade this godly youth, that he should deal with you\\nhere in the face of Heaven. Knowing 3 our natural tem-\\nper better than I, he could the better judge what argu-\\nments to use, whether of tenderness or sorrow, such as\\nmight prevail over your obstinacy insomuch that you\\nshould no longer hide the name of him who tempted you\\nto this grievous fall. But he opposes me, urging that it\\nwere wronging the very nature of woman to force her to\\nlay open her hearts secrets in such broad daylight, and\\nin presence of so great a multitude. What say you to it,\\nonce again, brother Dimmesdale Must it be thou or I\\nthat shall deal with this poor sinner s soul?\\nBeltingham. Good master Dimmesdale, the responsibility\\nof this woman s soul lies greatly with you. It behoves\\nyou, therefore, to exhort her to repentance, and to con-\\nfession as a proof and consequence thereof.\\nWilson. Speak to the woman, my brother. It is of mo-\\nment to her soul, and therefore, as the worshipful Gov-\\nernor says, momentous to thine own, in whose charge\\nhers is. Exhort her to confess the truth\\nDimmesdale. (rises slowly with his hand on his heart.) Hester\\nPrynne, thou hearest what this good man says, and seest\\nthe accountability under Avhich I labor. If thou feelest it\\nto be for thy soul s peace, and that thy earthly punishment\\nwill thereby be made more effectual to salvation, I charge\\nthee, speak out the name of thy fellow-sinner. Be not\\nsilent from any mistaken pity and tenderness for him for,\\nbelieve me, Hester, though he were to step down from a\\nhigh place, and stand there beside thee on thy pedestal of\\nshame, yet better were it so, than to hide a guilty heart\\nthrough life. What can thy silence do for him, except it\\ntempt him\u00e2\u0080\u0094 yea, compel him, as it were to add hypocrisy\\nto sin? Heaven hath granted thee an open ignominy, that\\nthereby thou mayest work out an open triumph over the\\nevil within thee, and the sorrow without. Take heed how\\nthou deniest to him \u00e2\u0080\u0094who, perchance, hath not the cour-\\nage to grasp for himself\u00e2\u0080\u0094 that bitter but wholesome cup", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "10 The Scarlet Leiter.\\nthat is now presented to thy lips. Hester Prynne, speak\\nout the guilty name\\n(Hester shakes her head, indicating No! after which Dimmesdale sits.)\\nWilson. (Rises.) Woman, transgress not beyond the limits\\nof Heaven s mercy That little babe hath been gifted\\nwith a voice, to second and confirm the counsel which thou\\nhast heard. Speak out the name that thy repentance\\nmay avail to take the Scarlet Letter off thy breast. (A pause.)\\nHester, (lookinginto the troubled eyes of Dimmesdale.) Never! It\\nis too deeply branded. Ye cannot take it off, and would\\nthat I might endure his agony, as well as mine never\\nChillingzvorth. (in the crowd.) Speak, woman! speak! and\\ngive thy child a father\\nHester. I will not speak and my child must seek a hea-\\nvenly Father she shall never know an earthly one\\nDimmesdale. (aside.) She will not speak wondrous strength\\nand generosity of a woman s heart! she will not speak!\\nBellingham. Good people of Boston, all has been done\\nthat can be done to exhort this woman to name the com-\\npanion of her guilt. She has stood the terrible trial as\\none hardened, and may that God who tempers all things\\nto righteousness, temper her disposition to divulge the\\nname of him who has helped her to fasten this misdeed on\\nour fair town. IJ ester Prynne, 1 leave you to your own\\nconscience (Exit all from the porch through the door. The Beadle\\nmotions to Hester to leave the platform, two Soldiers follow the Beadle,\\nHestei* next, two Soldiers follow. The people fall in behind and form\\nprocession. They march down centre and exit 1st E, L. H. As Hes-\\nter turns to L. Mistress Hibbins speaks to her.)\\nHibbins. You stand it bravely, Hester. A stout heart\\nhas Hester Prynne. (aside.) Hibbins imnsediately comes over and\\nhides behind a column of the City Hall and watches Townsman and\\nChillingworth.\\nChillingzcorth. It irks me much she did not tell his name,\\nthat we might know at least that much of the partner of\\nher iniquity. But he will be known\\nTownsman. In truth, I doubt it, unless he comes foward\\nhimself Evident he was not here in the crowd, and if he\\nwere, a baser coward never walked God s earth, to stand\\nsilent and see her suffer thus.", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "The Scari-kt Lkttek. 11\\nChillingzvorth. To me that s a mystery, and he still dwells\\nhere in Boston. And what disposition do they make of\\nher now?\\nTownsman. Back to the prison, and when to-morrow\\ncomes, or perhaps a later day, they will thrust her forth\\nto meet and battle with the world as best she can..\\nChtUingworth. Disgraced and homeless Pointed at, per-\\nhaps a beggar a wanderer a letter of shame blazing up-\\non her bosom, and a babe buckled upon her back. But\\nhe shall be known. He shall be known. He shall be known.\\nExit Chillingworth, Townsman and Indian, L. F. E.\\nScene Third.\\nSame as the first, under moonlight-eiFedls. A light seen in the Prison\\nwindow. Hibbins enters quickly from L. H. F. E.\\nHibbms. I ll watch and learn more. A fine story this for\\nwitchcraft, if I but get at the root of it, and may be. Mis-\\ntress Hester, I ll find out your partner without the telling\\nof your mouth but stay they come, and the shadow of\\nthis tree shall have ears, and hear words for the tongue s\\nprattle. (Retires behind stump of tree R. H. F. E.)\\nEnter Chillingworth and Townsman, (L. isc E.)\\nChillingworth. Yes, f have satisfied my Indian companion,\\nwho has gone for the night to dwell with some of his kind,\\nwho hold a small camp hard by. On the morning I shall\\narrange my ransom with the Governor.\\nTownsman. And I hope all things will be to your liking.\\nThere is the prison, that contains the branded Hester,\\nand she must, as I take it, now sleep soundly after her expo-\\nsure. (Brackett enters from prison-door with lantern in hand.) Here\\ncomes the jailor! I ll speak to him, and tell him that the\\nGovernor sends you for a night s shelter. A fair night,\\nMaster Brackett! The moon will be your better lantern,\\nor you have far to go.\\nBrackett. I, marry And is it you, Master Townsman\\nTownsman. Ever the same. The Governor sends this\\nstranger, one Chillingworth, to rest with you to-night.\\nYou will care for him as best you can.", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "12 The Scarlet Letter.\\nBrackett. Our best is but ill, but ill betide me if I fail to\\ndo iny best. I ll take thee in ere I depart, for I must hast-\\nen to find a medicine-man. Mistress Hester wanders in\\nher mind, and I wonder not at it. I bethought me she\\nwas over-brave and stout of heart, and would pass through\\nthis day without a blanch or ache.\\nChillingzvorth. Then, good Master Brackett, go no further\\nput by thy lantern, and save thy walk. Physical science\\nhas been my study. It would please me to tend to Hes-\\nter s wants, may I serve you\\nBrackett. I, faith, and on the instant, for, I fear me, she will\\ndo some half-frenzied mischief to the poor babe, as well as\\nto herself.\\nChillingzvorth. Fear nothing, my medicines are potent.\\nBrackett. An your worship can accomplish her health, I\\nshall own thee for a man of skill indeed. She is like a\\npossessed one, and there lacks little I should take in hand,\\nand drive Satan out of her with stripes.\\nCInllinguorth. Think not of that. Master Townsman,\\nthanks for your attendance here, and to-morrow we will\\nmeet again. Good-night.\\nTownsman. Good-night, and an undisturbed rest. (Exit L.\\n1st E.)\\nBrackett. A sorry place a prison to lodge in, but better\\nthan no place at all, and not a prisoner. (Brackett and Chil-\\nlingvvQrth enter prison.)\\nHibbins. (Advaticfs from tree to centre.) Roger Chillingworth\\nHester ill and it were strange, were she not so. This\\nstrange interest grows apace. Chillingworth I a new name\\nfor godly Boston, and I ne er heard it before. I too will\\nenter and offer comfort to Hester. (She stands in shade of the\\ntree, drops off her over-skirt, takes her shawl off her head, and removes\\nfalse hair, and in an instant appears the well-dressed Mistress Hibbins,\\nthe sister of Governor Bellingham. After taking off her disguise, she\\nties them up in a colored handkerchief.) It is the way of witch-\\ncraft to learn by stealth. (Ascends steps and knocks twice at door.)\\nBrackett. (Comes to door.) Why, good Mistress Hibbins\\nand at this time of night\\nHibbins. Yes, Master Brackett, I come to inquire about", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "The ScAiiLKT Lkttkr. 13\\nthe sick prisoner, and how Hester stood her exposure to-\\nday.\\nBrackett. You shall know both. Come in. (Exeunt.)\\nScene Fourth.\\nInterior of Prison (in 3) representing a whitewashed room (Boxed)\\nL. H. 2d E; a heavy oaken door with cross-bars above its centre.\\nR. H. 1st E; a window. Against flat L. C a low wooden bed-\\nstead neatly fixed, and Hester s babe upon it. At R. C. a table\\ncovered with white ruffled drapery; a stone pitcher, tin cup and\\ncandle lighted on table two stools. Hester discovered sitting R.\\nof table, hair in a disordered state, hanging over her shoulders, with\\nthe moonlight falling across her head and shoulders through the\\nwindow. Chillingworth standing L. of table.\\nChillingworth. My old studies in alchemy, and my sojourn\\nfor more than a year among a people well versed in the\\nkindly properties of simples, have made a better physician\\nof me than many that claim the medicine degree. (Drops\\nmedicine in a tin cup from a small bottle taken from his breast-pocket.)\\nNow, woman, since your child, I said yours, not mine\\nhas found ease from my drug, let it administer to yours.\\n(Offers the cup to Hester who refuses to take it, at the same time gazing\\nwith marked apprehension into his face.) Foolish woman, why\\nshould I harm thee, or thy misgotten babe The medicine\\nis potent for good, and, were it my child, yea, mine own,\\nas well as thine I could do no better for it, or thee. I\\nknow not Lethe or Nepenthe, but I have learned many\\nnew secrets in the wilderness, and here is one of them a\\nrecipe that an Indian taught me, in requital for some of\\nmine own, that were as old as Paracelsus. Drink it It\\nmay be less soothing than a sinless conscience. That I\\ncannot give thee, but it will calm the swell and heaving of\\nthy passion, like oil thrown on the waves of a tempestuous\\nsea. Drink it! (Offers to Hester. She receives it with a look of\\ndoubt.)\\nHtster, I have thought of death, have wished for it,\\nwould e en have prayed for it, were it fit that such as I\\nshould pra}^ for anything. Yet if death be in this cup, I", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "14 The Scarlet Letter.\\nbid thee think again, ere thou beholdest me quaff it. Sec\\nIt is even now at iny lips.\\nChillingzvorth. Drink then: dost thou know me so little,\\nTlester Prynne Are my purposes wont to be so shallow\\nEven if I imagine a scheme of vengeance, what could I do\\nbetter for m) object than to let thee live than to give\\nthee medicines against all harm and peril of life so that\\nthis burning shame may still blaze ui)on thv bosom (lays\\nhis finger on the Scarlet Letter. Hester shrinks.) Live, therefore,\\nand bear about thy doom with thee, in the eves of men\\nand women,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 in the eyes of him thou didst call thy hus-\\nband, in the eyes of yonder child And that thou may-\\nest live, take off this draught. (Hester drains the cup, lets it\\nfall upon the floor, and sinks back into the chair. Chillingworth brings\\nthe old chair from beside the bed and sits opposite to Hester.) Hes-\\nter, I ask not wherefore nor how thou hast fallen into the\\npit, or, say rather, thou hast ascended to the pedestal of\\ninfamy, on which I found thee. The reason is not far to\\nseek. It was my folly, and thy weakness. I a man of\\nthought, the book-worm of great libraries, a man al-\\nready in deca} having given my best years to feed the\\nhungry dreams of knowledge, what had I to do with\\nyouth and beauty like thine own I Mis-shapen from my\\nbirth-hour, how could I delude myself with the idea that\\nintellectual gifts might veil physical deformity in a young\\ngirl s fancy Men call me wise. If sages were ever wise\\nin their own behoof, I might have foreseen all this. I\\nmight have known that, as I came out of the vast and dis-\\nmal forest, and entered this settlement of christian men,\\nthe very first object to meet my eyes would be thyself,\\nHester Prynne, standing up, a statue of ignominy before\\nthe people. Na} from the moment we came down the\\nold church steps together, a married pair, I might have\\nbeheld the bale-fire ot that Scarlet Letter blazing at the\\nend of our path\\nHesttr. Thou knowest that I was frank with thee. I felt\\nno love, nor feigned any.\\nChiUingzvorth. True. It was mv folly I have said it, I\\nhad lived in vain. The world had been so cheerless ]^Iy", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "TlIK SCAKLKT LeTTKR. 15\\nheart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but\\nlonely and chill, without a household fire. I longed to\\nkindle one. It seemed not so wild a dream. Old as I was,\\nand sombre as 1 was, and mis-shapen as I was,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 that the\\nsimple bliss, which is scattered far and wide, for all man-\\nkind to gather up, might yet be mine. And so, Hester, I\\ndrew thee into my heart, into its innermost chamber, and\\nsought to warm thee by the warmth thy presence made\\nthere\\nHester. I have greatly wronged thee.\\nChillingu orth. We have wronged each other; mine was\\nthe first wrong, when I betrayed thy budding youth into\\na false and unnatural relation with my decay. Therefore,\\nas a man who has not thought and philosophized in vain, I\\nseek no vengeance, plot no evil against thee. Between\\nthee and me, the scale hangs fairly balanced. Hester, the\\nman lives who has wronged us both Who is he?\\nHester. (Starts and looks him in the face.) Ask me not. My\\nheart is barred and bolted. My tongue is clinched. Thou\\nshalt never know\\nChillingworth. Never, sayest thou Never know him\\nBelieve me, Hester, there are few things, either in the\\noutward world, or, to a certain depth, in the invisible\\nsphere of thought,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 few things hidden from the man who\\ndevotes himself earnestl} and unreservedly to the solution\\nof a mystery. Thou mayest cover up thy secret from the\\nprying multitude; thou mayest conceal it, too. from the\\nministers and magistrates, even as thou didst this da)\\nwhen they sought to wrench the name out of thy heart,\\nand give thee a partner on thy pedestal. But as for me, I\\ncome to the inquest with other senses than they possess.\\nI shall seek this man, as I have sought truth in books; as I\\nhave sought gold in alchemy. There is a sympathy that\\nwill make me conscious of him. I shall see him tremble.\\nI shall feel myself shudder suddenly and unawares. Sooner\\nor later he must needs be mine (Hester shudders and clasps\\nher hand over her heart.)\\nHester, (aside.) My God what power this man s words\\nhave over me I feel as if he had unbarred my heart, and", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "16 The Scarlet Letter,\\nreads his name, in letters of blazini^ fire. Oh Heaven!\\nmake me speechless rather than let me tell it\\nChillingzoorth. Thou wilt not reveal his name? Not the\\nless is he mine. He bears no letter of infamy wrought in-\\nto his garments, as thou dost but I shall read it on his\\nheart. Yet fear not for him Think not I shall interfere\\nwith Heaven s own method of retribution, or, to my own\\nloss, betray him to the gripe of human law. Neither im-\\nagine that I shall contrive aught against his life No, nor\\nagainst his fame, if, as I judge, he be a man of fair repute.\\nLet him live Let him hide himself in outward honor, if\\nhe may Not the less he shall be mine\\nHester. Thy acts are like mercy, but thy words interpret\\nthee as a terror.\\nCliiliingworth. One thing, thou that wast my wife, I would\\nenjoin upon thee. Thou hast kept the secret of thy par-\\namour, keep likewise mine! There arc none in this land\\nthat know me. Breathe not to any human soul that thou\\ndidst ever call me husband Here, on this wild outskirt\\nof the earth, I shall pitch my tent; for elsewhere a wan-\\nderer, and isolated from human interest, I find here a\\nwoman, a man, a child, between whom and myself there\\nexist the closest ligaments. No matter whether of love\\nor hate no matter whether of right or wrong Thou and\\nthine, Hester Prynne, belonging to me, my home is where\\nthou art and where he is. But betray me not!\\nHester. Wherefore dost thou desire it? Why not an-\\nnounce thyself openly, and cast me off at once\\nChillingzvortk. It may be because I will not encounter the\\ndishonor that besmirches the husband of a faithless woman.\\nIt may be for other reasons. Enough it is my purpose\\nto live and die unknown. Let, therefore, thy husband be\\nto the world as one already dead, and of whom no tidings\\nshall ever come. Recognize me not, by word, by sign, by\\nlook. Breathe not the secret, above all, to the man thou\\nwottest of. Shouldst thou fail me in this, beware! His\\nfame, his position, his life, will be in my hands. Beware I\\nHi-stir. I will keep thy secret, as I keep his.\\nCliillingzvorth. Swear it (with a smile.)", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "The Scarlet Letter. 17\\nHester. Why dost thou smile at me? Art thou like the\\nblack man that haunts the forest round about us Hast\\nthou enticed me into a bond that will prove the ruin of\\nmy soul\\nChillingworth. Not th} soul, no, not thine. Hester Prynne,\\nswear to keep my secret\\nHester. I have said T will keep thy secret as I have his.\\nChillingworth. Swear it (Points Hester to kneel. She falls on\\nher knees beside the table.)\\nHester. T swear (crossing her hands upon the Scarlet Letter.)\\nPicture, curtain falls to slow music.\\nEND ACT FIRST.", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "ACT 11.\\nScene First. (In two.)\\nA LAPSE OF SEVEN YEARS.\\nThe library and study of Dimmesdale and Chillingworth. The room\\nrepresents an old-fashioned, vvainscoted apartment. Several book-\\ncases painted on the scene. R. C. table, with several books on it,\\npen, ink, paper, c., c. At L. second E, a large, open window\\nthrough which are seen the tops of the village houses and a white\\nchurch-steeple, illuminated by the warm rays of the setting sun.\\nImmediately in front of the window is a large table with chemical\\napparatus. Dimmesdale is discovered sleeping in a chair L. of\\ntable. Dimmesdale is much changed, looking pale and thin, the\\nbosom of his dress is partly open. Chillingworth is also much\\nchanged, more bent in form. His hair has become white. His\\nface is deeply marked with the lines of melancholy, and indica-\\ntions of a student.\\nChillingwortk. (Enters L. ist E. with an arm-full of herbs and large\\nleaves. He lays them upon the table at window. He discovers\\nDimmesdale sleeping, passes behind table R. C. leans over and\\nlooks into the open dress of Dimmesdale.)\\nChillingxvorth. Sleeping, So, So wrought into the very\\nflesh, and over his heart Hush! (passes carefully over to L.\\n1st E. and exit. Dimmesdale awakens in time to see Chillingworth,\\nstarts nd hastily fixes his dress.)\\nDi)}iuiesdalc. Chillingworth what a strange man is this,\\nof deep thoughts, and great knowledge, and though com-\\npanionable to me in such things, et otherwise how I\\nshrink from him, and fear the scrutiny of his weird eyes\\nthat seem to know my very soul. To me he seems like\\na memory of a frightful dream, that constantly haunts, but\\nrealizes nothing. I like and dislike him, both at once. Now\\nthree years and more since he was made resident here\\nwith me, by my godly friends, to look after m}^ health\\nbut he looks in vain for the source of my ailment, and\\nneeds must burrow to the centre of the earth, or gather\\nhis herbs from another planet, ere he will find my nepen-\\nthe or my secret but, stay, he comes again. (Enter Chil-", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "The Scarlet Letter. 19\\nlingworth with more herbs, and places them on the table at the window.)\\nWhere, my kind doctor Chillingvvorth, didst thtni gather\\nthose herbs with such dark and flabby leaves\\nCldUingzvorth. (at window.) Even in the grave-yard here at\\nhand. They ai e new to me. I found them growing out\\nof a grave which bore no tomb-stone, nor other memorial\\nof the dead, save these ugly weeds that have taken upon\\nthemselves to keep whoever it may be in remembrance.\\nThey grew out of his or her heart, to typify, it may be,\\nsome hideous secret that was buried with him or her,\\nwhich they had done better to confess during life.\\nDimmesdale. Perhaps they earnestly desired it, but could\\nnot.\\nCkilhngwortk. And wherefore not, since all the powers of\\nnature call so earnestly for the confession of sin, that these\\nblack leaves have sprung up out of a buried heart, to make\\nmanifest an unspoken crime.\\nDimmesdalc. That, good sir, is but a fantasy of yours.\\nThere can be, if I forbode aught, no power, short of the\\nDivine mercy, to reveal, whether by words, by type, or em-\\nblem, the secrets that may be buried with a human heart.\\nThe heart making itself guiltv of such secrets, must per-\\nforce hold them until the da}^ when all hidden things shall\\nbe disclosed. And I conceive, moreover, that the heart\\nholding such miserable secrets as you speak of, will 3neld\\nthem up at that last day, not with reluctance, but with a\\njoy unutterable.\\nCJiillingivortJi. Then why not reveal them here? Why\\nshould not the guilty ones sooner avail themselves of this\\nunutterable joy\\nDininicsdalc. They mostly do. (placing his hand over his heart.)\\n]V^an3^ many a poor soul hath given its confidence to me,\\nnot only on their death-bed, but while strong in life. Oh\\nwhat a relief have I witnessed in those sinful brethren!\\nChillingwortJi. Yes, and why should a wretched man,\\nguilty, we will say, of murder, prefer to keep the corpse\\nburied in his own heart rather than fling it forth at once,\\nand let the universe take cai-e of it? And yet some nieji\\nbury their secrets thus.", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "20 The Scarlet Letter,\\nDimmesdalc. True, there are such men. ]t ma} be they\\nare kept silent by the very constitution of their nature\\nthey shrink from displaying themselves blackened in view\\nof men because thence-forward, no good can be achieved\\nby them no evil of the past can be redeemed by better\\nservice. So, to their own unutterable torment, they go\\nabout among their fellow-creatures, looking pure as new-\\ntallen snow while their hearts are all speckled and spot-\\nted with iniquity of which they cannot rid themselves.\\nChillingivorth. They deceive themselves, they fear to take\\nup the shame that rightfully belongs to them. Their re-\\ngard of man, their zeal for God s service, their h(3ly im-\\npulses may or may not co-exist in their hearts with the\\nevil inmates to which their guilt has unbarred the door,\\nand which must needs propagate a hellish breed within\\nthem. But if they seek to glorify God, let them not lift\\nheaven-ward theii unclean hands If they would serve\\ntheir fellow-men, let them do it by making manifest the\\npower and reality of conscience, in constraining them to\\npenitential self-abasement. Would you have me to believe,\\nO wise and pious friend, that a false show can be better\\ncan be more for God s glory, or man s welfare, than God s\\nown truth? Trust me, such men deceive themselves?\\nDiinincsdalc. It may be so. ^But now, I would ask my\\nwell-skilled physician, whether in good sooth, he deems\\nme ^o have profited by his kindly care of this weak frame\\nof mme (The clear wild laugh of Pearl is heard without. Chilling-\\nworth looks out of the window.)\\nChillingworth. There is no law, nor reverence for author-\\nity, nor regard for human ordinances, or opinions, right\\nor wrong, mixed up in that child s composition. There\\nshe is, dancing upon a grave. I saw her the other day,\\nbespatter the Governor himself with water, at the cattle-\\ntrough in Spring lane. What in Heaven s name is she?\\nIs the imp altogether e\\\\al Hath she affections? Hath\\nshe any discoverable principle of being?\\nDimmesdale. None, save the freedom of a broken law.\\nWhether capable of good, I know not.\\nChillingivorth. There goes a woman, who, be her demerits", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "The Scarlet Lettee. 21\\nwhat they may, hath none of that mystery of hidden sin-\\nfidness which we deem so grievous to be borne. Is Hes-\\nter Prynne the more miserable, think 3-011, for that Scar-\\nlet letter on her breast?\\nDimmesdale. I do verily believe it. (Places his hand over his\\nheart.) Nevertheless, I cannot answer for her. But still,\\nmethinks, it must needs be better for the sufferer to be free\\nto show his pain, as this poor woman, than to cover it all\\nup in his heart.\\nCliiJlingzoorth. They, the magistrates, and the godl}^ men\\nof our good city, talk of taking Hester s child from her.\\nThey purport that she is not fit to bring her up in the path\\nshe should go. Will )^ou hear the case to-morrow? And\\nif so, will it please you, that I go with you\\nDimmesdale. (Restless.) With all my heart. I have been\\nsent for in consultation.\\nChilling-worth. You inquired of me, a little time agone,\\nmy judgment touching your health.\\nDimmesdale. I did, and would gladly learn it. Speak\\nfrankly, I pray you, be it for life or death.\\nChillingzuorth. Plainly then, the disorder is a strange one,\\nso far at least, as the symptoms have been laid open to my\\nobservations. Looking daily at you, good sir, and watch-\\ning the tokens of your aspect, now for months gone by, I\\ndeem you a man sore sick, it may be, yet not so sick but\\nthat an instructed and watchful ph3 sician might have hope\\nto cure you. Puit I know not what to say the disease is\\nwhat I seem to know, yet know it not.\\nDimmesdale. You speak in riddles, learned sir.\\nCJiillin^wortJi. Then to speak more plainly, and I crave\\npardon, sir. for this needful plainness of my speech. Let\\nme ask, as your friend, as one having charge, under\\nProvidence, of 3 our life and physical well-being, have all\\nthe operations of this disorder been fairly laid open and\\nrecounted to me?\\nDimmesdale. How can you question it? Surely it were\\nchild s play to call in a physician, and then hide the sore I\\nChillingzvorth. You would tell me, then, that I know all?\\n(fixing his eyes integely on him,) Be it SO But again! a bod-", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "22 The Scarlet Letter.\\nily disease, which we inay look upon as whole and entire\\nwithin itself, may, after all, be but a symptom of some ail-\\nment in the spiritual part. Your pardon, once again, good\\nsir, of all men whom I have known, you, sir, are he whose\\nbody is closest conjoined and imbued and identified, so to\\nspeak, with the spirit whereof it is the instrument.\\nDimmesdale. Then I need ask no further. You deal not,\\nI take it, in medicine for the soul\\nChiUingwortk. (Looking him fall in the face.) Thus a sick-\\nness, a sore place, if we may so call it,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 in 3 our spirit,\\nhath immediately its appropriate manifestations in your\\nbodily frame. Would you therefore, that your ph) Sician\\nheal the bodily evil? How may this be, unless you first\\nlay open to him the trouble of your soul?\\nDiunncsdalc (Passionately.) No! not to thee! Not to an\\nearthly physician But if it be the soul s disease, then do\\nI commit myself to the one physician of the soul! He, if\\nit stand wnth his good pleasure, can cure, or he can kill\\nLet him do with me as in his justice and wisdom he shall\\nsee fit. But who art thou (standing up at table.) that med-\\ndlest in this matter? 1 hat darest thrust th^-self between\\nthe sufferer and his God? (Rushes off R. 1st E.)\\nChillingzvorth. (quietly looking after him.) It IS well to haye\\nmade this step. (Smiles.) There is nothing lost \\\\ve shall be\\nfriends anon. Hut see, now, how passion takes hold of this\\nmau,tand hurrieth him out of himself! As with one pas-\\nsion, so with another! He hath done a wild thing ere now,\\nthis pious Master Dimmesdale, in the hot passions of his\\nheart A rare case I must needs look deeper into it.\\nWere it only for the art s sake, I will search this matter to\\nthe bottom. Now for the m3 steries of this day s collection.\\n(Goes to table at window and looks over the herbs and leaves.) These\\nherbs have nothing to conceal their nature 3ields readily\\nto the chemist s power, and all of good or bad can be ex-\\ntracted for truth s sake. If some men s hearts could be as\\neasily looked into, what frightful revelations would be\\ngiven to the world (Close in.)", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "TiiK Scarlet Lettkr. 23\\nScene Second, (In five.)\\nThe scene represents a cove or inlet in Boston harbor. The back-ground\\nshows the sea-shore with waves in gentle motion, washing up upon\\nthe stage. A light, sunny sky. Time, afternoon. On the R. H.\\nrocks and trees on the L. from 4 to 4 E, a small white cottage with\\na porch along its front, posts and overhanging shed, richly clustered\\nwith wild vines and flowers. An old-fashioned rocking chair on\\nthe porch. A toy cradle and a small chaii on the ground in front\\nof the porch, Hester and Pearl enter from cottage down the steps.\\nHester. Now, my darling Pearl, you have learned well\\nyour lessons, and for this you shall have a nice pla}^ among\\nthe shells and sea-birds upon the sands in the sunlight of\\nthis beautiful day. Hut, my darling, keep away from those\\nrocks yonder the water is very deep there, and should\\nyou fall in, 1 would lose my little Pearl forever.\\nPearl, (goes to the margin of the water.) O mamma! look at\\nthis beautiful shell! but yonder is a belter place. Come,\\ncome into the pool with me! (Runs ofT R, H, 4th E.)\\nHester. Ah dear child, all things are beautiful to you\\nnow. Trouble has not yet clouded your sunshine. But\\nthe storms of life await us all. (Comes down to C. opposite to\\nSecond Entrance, looks oiF L.) An my eyes deceive me not,\\nthat crooked and bending form, pulling up weeds and roots,\\nis Roger Chillmgworth. How changed he is! Dare I\\nbut speak to him he comes this way. Dare I but speak\\nmy mind (Retires and leans against the porch, Chillingworth en-\\nters, looking around for plants, stoops to pull some leaves at R, 2d E.\\nHester comes to C.) Roger Chillingworth, I would speak a\\nword with you a word that concerns us much.\\nCJiillingivortJi. Aha! and is it Mistress Hester that has\\na word for old Roger Chillingworth with all my heart.\\n(Gets up and comes to C) Wh}^ Mistress, I hear good tidings\\nof you on all hands. Great stories are told of your watch-\\ning and nursing of the poor and the sick, and no longer\\nago than yester-eve, a magistrate, a wise and godly man,\\nwas discoursing of your afifiairs, and whispered me that\\nthere had been question concerning you in the council.\\nIt was debated whether or no, with safety to the common", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "24 The Scarlet Letter.\\nweal, yonder Scarlet Letter mis^ht be taken off your bosom.\\nOn my life, Hester, I made my entreaty to the worshipful\\nmagistrates that it might be done forthwith.\\nHester. (After a pause.) It lies not in the pleasure of the\\nmagistrates to take off this badge. Were I worthy to be\\nquit of it, it would fade away of its own nature, or be trans-\\nformed into something that should speak a different pur-\\nport.\\nChiUingxvortJi. Nay, then, wear it, if it suit you better.\\nA woman must needs follow her own fancy touching the\\nadornment of her own person. The letter is gayly em-\\nbroided, and shows right bravely on your bosom (Hester\\nlooks steadily at Chillingworth during this speech.) What see yOU\\nin my face, that you look at it so earnestly\\nHester. Something that would make me weep, if there\\nwere any tears bitter enough for it. But let it pass I (Points\\noff L. 1st E, where Dimmesdale is supposed to be standing.) It is of\\nyonder miserable man that 1 would speak Master Dim-\\nmesdale, who stands there, and has been walking with\\nyou.\\nChillingziorth. And what of him? Not to hide the truth,\\nMistress Hester, my thoughts just now happen to be busy\\nwith the gentleman, so speak freely, and I will make an-\\nswer.\\nHester. When we last spake together, now seven years\\nagone, it was your )\u00c2\u00ableasure to extort a promise of secrecy\\nas touching the further relations betwixt yourself and me.\\nAs the life and good fame of yonder man were in your\\nhands, there seemed no choice to me, save to be silent in\\naccordance with your behest, yet it was not without heavy\\nmisgivings that I thus bound myself for having cast off all\\nduty towards all other human beings. There remained a\\nduty toward him and something whispered me that I\\nwas betraying it, in pledging myself to keep your counsel.\\nSince that day no man is so near to him as you. You\\ntread behind his every footstep, you are beside him sleep-\\ning and waking, you dwell under the same roof with him.\\nyou search his thoughts, you burrow and rankle in his\\nheart! your clutch is on his life, and you cause him to die", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "Tine ScAKLET Letter. 25\\ndaily a living death, and still he knows you not!^In per-\\nmitting this, I have surely acted a false part by the only\\nman to whom the power was left me to be true!\\nChillingzcortli. What choice had you My finger pointed\\nat this man, would have hurled him from his pulpit into\\na dungeon, thence peradventure to the gallows\\nHester. It had been better so\\nCliillingivorth. What evil have I done the man? I tell\\nthee, Hester Prynne, the richest fee physician ever earned\\nfrom monarch, could not have bought such a care, as I\\nhave wasted on this miserable priest But for my aid, his\\nlife would have burned away in torments within the first\\ntwo years after the perpetration o{ Ids crime and thine, for,\\nHester, his spirit lacked the strength that could have borne\\nup as thine has, beneath a burden like the Scarlet Letter.\\nO, I could reveal a goodly secret But enough what art\\ncan do, I have exhausted on him. That he now breathes\\nand creeps about on earth, is owing all to me I\\nHester. Better that he had died at once\\nChillingiuortJi. Yes, woman, thou sayest truly. Better\\nhe had died at once! Never did mortal suffer what this\\nman has suffered, and all, all in the sight of his worst en-\\nemy He knew that no friendly hand was pulling at his\\nheart-strings, and that an eye was looking curiously into\\nhim which sought only evil, and found it. But he knew\\nnot that the eye and hand were mine He fancied himself\\ngiven over to a fiend, as a foretaste of what awaits him\\nbeyond the grave. Yes, indeed he did not err There\\nwas a fiend at his elbow\\nHester. Hast thou not tortured him enough Has he\\nnot paid thee all\\nChillingzvorth. No! No! He has increased the debt.\\nWhen 1 see myself as I was, and what I now am Dost\\nthou remember me, Hester, as I was seven years agone?\\nAnd although I was in the autumn of my years, yet no life\\nhad been more peaceful and innocent than mine. Dost\\nthou remember me? Was T not, though you mightdeem\\nme cold, a man thoughtful for others, craving little for my-", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "26 Thk Scarlet Lktter.\\nself, kind, true, just, and of constant, if not warm affec-\\ntion Was I not all these\\nHester. All these, and more.\\nChillingivorth. And what am I now A fiend! Who\\nmade me so? Who made me so?\\nHester. (Shuddering,) It was myself! It was I, not less\\nthan he. Why hast thou not revenged thyself on me?\\nChillingivorth. I have left thee to the Scarlet Letter. If\\nthat hath not avenged me, I can do no more\\nHester. It has avenged thee\\nChillingworth. I judge no less, and now what wouldst thou\\nwith me touching this man?\\nHester I must reveal the secret. (Firmlv.) 1 must dis-\\ncover thee in thy true character. What may be the result\\nI know not. But this long debt of confidence due from\\nme to him, whose bane and ruin 1 have been, shall at length\\nbe paid. So far as concerns the overthrow or preservation\\nof his fair fame and his earthly state, and perhaps his life,\\nhe is in thy hands nor do I, whom the Scarlet Letter\\nhas disciplined to truth, though it be the truth of red-hot\\niron, entering into the soul, perceive advantage in his\\nliving any longer a life of ghastly emptiness. I shall not\\nstoop to implore thy mercy. Do with him as thou wilt\\nThere is no good for him, no good for me, no good for\\nthee there is no good for little Pearl. There is no good\\nto guide us out of this dismal maze\\nChillingivorth. Woman, I could well nigh pity thee Thou\\nhast great elements. Hadst thou met earlier with a bet-\\nter love than mine, Did I say a better love than mine?\\nNo! No! a younger love than mine.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 this evil had not\\nbeen. I pity thee, for the good that hath been wasted in\\nthy nature\\nHester. And I thee, for the hatred that has transformed\\na wise and a just man into a fiend. Wilt thou yet purge\\nit out of thee, and be once more human? If not for his\\nsake, then doubly for thine own, forgive, and leave his fur-\\nther punishment to the power that claims it! 1 said but\\nnow that thpre could be no good event for him, or thee,\\nor me, who are here wandering together in a gloomy", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "The Scarlet Letter. 27\\nworld of evil, and stumbling at every step, over the guilt\\nwherewith we have strewn our paths. Is it not so There\\nmight be good for thee alone, since thou hast been deeply\\nwronged, and hast it at thy will to pardon. Wilt thou\\ngive up that only privilege? Wilt thou reject that price-\\nless benefit?\\nCJiillingivorth. Peace, Hester, peace It is not granted\\nme to pardon. I have no such power as thou tellest me\\nof. My old faith long forgotten comes back to me, and\\nexplains all that we do, and all that we suffer. By the\\nfirst step awry, thou didst plant the germ of evil but,\\nsince that moment, it has all been a dark necessit} Ye\\nthat have wronged me, are not sinful, save in a kind of typ\\nical illusion neither am I fiend-like, who has snatched a\\nfiend s office. It is our fate. Let the black flower blossom\\nas it ma}^ i Now go thy ways, and deal as thou wilt with\\nyonder man, and I will go mine. (Betakes himself again to look-\\ning for herbs, pulls some large leaves from the side of a rock at R. ist\\nE. and exits. Hester contemplates him with wonderment.)\\nHester. (Looking after him.) Was that man ever my hus-\\nband Is he the same that was? Be it sin or not, I now\\nhate thee But O my God what a change is wrought,\\nwhat a contrast to those past days in that distant land of\\nmy birth when he used to emerge at eventide from the se-\\nclusion of his study and sit down in the partial gloom of\\nthe day, and tell me he needed my smiles to extend the\\nlight and take the chill from around the scholar s heart.\\nBut, as now viewed through a dismal medium of a long\\npast, I marvel that such scenes have been, and how I could\\nhave been wrought up to marry him. It is my crime, that\\nI even endured the lukewarm grasp of his hand, or suf-\\nfered the smile of my lips and eyes to mingle with the\\nweird and strange quality of his own. But what is my\\ncrime to his? My heart was young and the scholar s siren\\nwords captured my ear, and not my heart. He was full\\nof years and wisdom, and betrayed me. But let the man\\nbe cautious who seeks to win the hand of a woman, unless\\nhe wins along with it the utmost love of her heart: with-\\nout the love, it is but as the marble statue, the form with-", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "28 TiTK Scarlet Lkttkr,\\nout the warmth. But this will not do, where s my little\\nPearl, (Retires up the stage and discovers Pearl oiF R. H. 3rd E.)\\nThere she stands, bedecking herself with sea-weeds, O my\\nonly bliss and burden! Pearl! Pearl! come hither child.\\n(Hester conies down C, Pearl enters bedecked with sea-weeds, and\\nthe letter A, made ot sea-greens, fixed upon her bosom.)\\nPearl. I wonder if mother will ask me what this means.\\n(Pearl stands in front of Hester, who observes the A on Pearl s bosom\\nwith astonishment.)\\nHfster. Why, Pearl, what have you got there?\\nPearl. The great letter A.\\nHester. But why dost thou wear it, child?\\nPearl. Because you wear it. What docs the Scarlet Let-\\nter mean, and why does the minister keep his hand over\\nhis heart\\nHester. O child, I wear it for the sake of the gold that\\nis in the braid.\\nPearl. But why does the minister keep his hand over his\\nheart\\nHester. Hush, Pearl, hush! Listen to the waves, sing-\\ning on the beach. Come with me and I will tell you the\\nsad story of the fairy and the deformed. (Exit into Cottage.)\\nScene Third.\\nA thick, wild forest in I. Enter L. 1st E, Mistress Hibbins, Swamp-\\nlily, Spear-head, Fleet-wing and Weeping willow.\\nIlibhins. Now for a night of joy and wild revelations, and\\nI speak nt)t truth but ye shall see strange things. Come\\nhither. (They all gather around at C. of stage.) As I wandered\\nat midnight through the dark recesses of yonder gloomy\\nand entangled wood where all fear the noxious bite of the\\nsnake, and the sharp teeth of the barking wolf, there alone,\\nI encountered a four-legged thing with a human head and\\na tongue of fire that bade mc do this work to-night. You,\\nLily of the Swamp, (To Indian girl bedecked with large swamp-\\nlilv leaves.) fl} to those of your tribe that sport in the big\\nwaters and tell them to bring their offerings to the glen\\nto-night, for when the 3-ellow moon sits like a centre jewel", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "The Sc.\\\\klet Letter. 29\\nin the crown of heaven, the big caldron must be made to\\ndance by the hot fire of the blazing faggot. Tell them to\\nbring the blue and the black fish, or one so small that it\\nwere caught in a pond no bigger than a thumb s nail.\\nAway! Away! (Quit exit L. ist E.) Spear-head! with all\\nthe sharpness of thy wits, hunt up thy little band that are\\nout on the four-footed trail, and tell them not to fail to\\nbring in the cunning fox Its haunches are fine pulling\\nfor teeth like thine, and it feeds the wits. (Exit R, ist E.)\\nAnd now, Fleet- wing, fly thou to th} craft, and tell them\\nto bring in the wild pigeon, the robin, the blue-jay, the cat-\\nbird or the soft-singing, golden- winged oriole. Away\\nAway! (Exit L. is,tE.) Weeping-willow! (To weeping-willow\\nwho is bedecked with twigs of willow.) Lay aside thy tears and\\nfor once forget your gallant lover who fell from the bow\\nof the ship, and has the ocean for a great coffin. I say,\\nforget thy lost lover. (Weeping-willow sighs.) A sigh, girl\\npshaw There are other lovers to be found. I say, forget\\nhim, join in the mystic dance to-night get thee gone, and\\nfind my Night-bird, send the trusty boy hither. 1 have a\\nmessage for Hester Prynne, and thou shalt see to-night\\nthe Scarlet Letter reflecting from her bosom a weird light,\\nlike the moon on the sickly swamp.\\nWeeping-zvilloiu. Hester Prynne the Glen!\\nHibbins. Yes, Hester Prynne Thou shalt see her in the\\nglen to-night. Away! Away! (Exit R. ist E.) And indeed,\\nHester Prynne, I can serve thee now. Too bitterly hast\\nthou paid for the error of an unthinking moment. For\\nseven long years has the finger of shame marked thee for\\nits own. Roger Chillingworth, I ll cross thy path yet,\\nand, Master Dimmesdale, thou shalt smile once more.\\n(Whistle nithout.) Ah-ha! well does the whistle, made from\\nthe bone of the shrieking owl, tell me that my Night-bird\\ncomes. (Enter R. ist E, Night-bird running, bedecked with black\\nplumes.) And I greet thee with a cookey. (Takes a cake from\\nher pocket, and gives it to Night-bird.) Come now, a cake pleas-\\nant to thy tooth, and made by Fairy fingers who took the\\nsweet from the golden hone3 -suckle that grew in the even-\\ning star. Fly now, quick as thy black wings can carry", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "30 The Scarlet Letter.\\nthee to the white cottage by the beach, and put this into\\nthe hands of the Scarlet Letter. (Gives him a letter.) An\\nthou wouldst have sport to-night, fail not to do as I bid\\nthee, and bring her to the glen. (Night-bird starts to go. Calls\\nhim back.) Stay Tell her, an she love Pearl, fail not to\\ncome! Away! Away! (Exit L. ist E.) Now for the glen,\\nand the wonders I shall work before my people by bring-\\ning the Scarlet Letter into their midst. (Exit R. ist E.)\\nScene Fourth.\\nA glen, full depth of the stage. Trees and wild vines overhanging\\nembankments. The tiall moon is seen rising through the trees.\\nIn centre of the stage, a large caldron hanging from a tripod, with\\na blazing fire underneath. Groups of Indians and wild-looking\\nwhite men and women, sitting around the stage, beating on Indian\\ndrums, Sec. c., while others are dancing around the caldron in\\ntime to their music. The whole scene making a grand and wild\\npicture. The working of the moon is to pass up the back flat and\\ndisappear overhead so as to bring the calcium light efFeds upon\\nHester and the group at the end of the scene. After dancing\\nthree times around the caldron, they stop, an opening is made in\\nfront of the circle. Spear-head jumps up and drops the haunches\\nof a fox in the caldron.\\nSfcarJicad. And this I bring, that s full of meat!\\nllibbins. A fox, indeed, is rare and sweet\\ntlcetzuing. And 1 these birds, all fresh and clean!\\nHibbins. The finest batch I have ever seen\\nSzcainp-lily. And I these tish, the black and the blue!\\nHiblnns. Indeed a prize, well done for you\\nBlighted-tntnk. And here are legs of toads and frogs,\\nI caught but now in clumpy bogs!\\n(Dance around the caldron while singing choruF.)\\nAround, around the caldron fly.\\nWhile vet the moon fills yonder sky;\\nStir well the soup;\\nBeat hard the drums\\nWe ll have our sport till morn-light comes.", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "The Scarlet Letter. 31\\nHibbins. (Sings.)\\nO would I were the tempest-cloud,\\nTo sweep o er earth with thunder loud\\nI d gather by night, I d gather by day.\\nThe fruits in orchard, the fish in bay\\nI d gather the birds that floated high\\nI d pluck the stars from yonder sky,\\nAnd here I d bring the things you like,\\nTo feast with joy by day and night.\\nChorus.\\nAround, around the caldron fly,\\nWhile yet the moon fills yonder sky\\nStir well the soup\\nBeat hard the drums\\nWe ll have our sport till morn-light comes.\\n(Night-bird whistles without, as if in the distance.)\\nHibbins. Down, children, down (They all stoop down and\\ndiredl their attention to Hibbins.) Hear ye not the whistle\\nof Night-bird (Whistle again, nearer.) Be Still as death.\\nHe brings one to our camp who has long been an outcast,\\nand yet belongs not to our tribe. But ye shall hear me\\ntell her such truths to-night as shall make her shake like\\nthe aspen, and look as pale as the will-o-the-wisp. We\\nwill et count among our band the names of the Scarlet\\nLetter and little Pearl. (A loud whistle.) Back and down\\nchildren, and move not until I speak! (They all retire up the\\nstage, and lie down so as not to be discovered by Hester. Hibbing\\nstands in C. of stage, leaning on her staff. Enter L. ist E, Night-bird\\nwho runs to Hibbins, and points off L. 1st E. She beckons him to re-\\ntire up the stage. Enter Hester with little Pearl.)\\nHibbins. Aha! Mistress Hester, I am glad to see thee in\\nthe forest to-night. And, little Pearl, thou, too, art wel-\\ncome. They say, child, thou art the lineage of the prince\\nof the air. Wilt thou ride with me some fine night to see\\nthy father? then thou shalt know wherefore the minister\\nkeeps his hand over his heart. (Hester starts.)\\nHester. Woman, I know not what you say. What words\\nhave you for me?\\nHibbins. (Aside to Hester.) Know not what I spake It is", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "32 The Scarlet Letter.\\nnot for me to talk lightly of a learned and pious minister,\\nlike the Rev. Dimmesdale.\\nHester. Thou knowest naught.\\nHibbins. Fie, woman, fie ha ha ha ha Dost thou\\nthink I have no memory. Thinks thou, I have forgotten\\nthe night of vigil, when one saintly man stood amid the\\nglare of lightning, upon the platform in the market-place,\\nand his wild laugh brought two others who stood there\\nwith him I can tell a rose from a thistle even in the\\ndark Hold down thy ear, and let me whisper a word.\\n(She whispers in Hester^ s ear. Hester starts.)\\nHester. Come, Pearl, come let us fly from here.\\nHibbins. Sta} Hester. It was not for these words I sent\\nfor thee. Look to little Pearl! The wolves of the law\\nwould take thy treasure from thee. Even now while yon-\\nder moon throws its silver rays across the door-way of\\nGovernor Bellingham, there sit in council men, who on the\\nmorrow will meet again to take from thee thy little Pearl.\\n(Hester shrieks, falls upon her knees, and clasps Pearl.) Look tO it,\\nHester Prynne. Be thou there, or Pearl is lost forever!\\nBehold, my people, how much the Scarlet Letter feels the\\ntruth of your witch-queen I\\nPicture, They all rush forward at the word Behold, and form a\\nhalf circle about Hester, pointing at the Scarlet Letter on her bosom.\\nThe moon-light falls on Hester and Pearl. Hibbins and all, as the\\ncurtain descends, exclaim The Scarlet Letter\\nEnd Second Ad.", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "ACT III.\\nScene First.\\nA large hall in the mansion of Governor Bellingham. Old portraits\\nhanging on the wall. A table at R. 2d E, with helmet, breast-\\nplate and sword on it. At R. C, a large table with books, pens,\\nink-stand, c., c. Bellingham discovered at head of the table,\\nDimmesdale R. of table, front, Chillingworth L. of table, front.\\nMaster Wilson R. of table, above Dimmesdale.\\nBellingham. Were it not well that we take this child and\\nplace her under such instructions as would make her moth-\\ner s fatal badge a terror I admire not the way she adorns\\nthe child. 1 profess I have never seen the like since my\\ndays of vanity in old King James time, when I was wont\\nto esteem it a high favor to be admitted to a court-mask.\\nThere used to be a swarm of those small apparitions in\\nholiday times, and we called them the children of the\\nLord of Mis-rule.\\nWilson. Ah, indeed, what a little bird of scarlet plumage\\nis she Methinks I have seen just such figures when the\\nsun has been shining on a richly-painted window, and\\nthrowing its brilliant rays across the figure of some beau-\\ntiful child. It was but the other day I met this Pearl, as\\nshe is called, with her mother, and asked her name, to\\nwhich the little prattler replied, that she was a rose her\\nmother had plucked from the bush that grew beside the\\nold prison door. This shows a wrong bringing up, and\\nthat she is a stranger to proper instructions. (Enter servant\\nL. F. E.)\\nSo vaut. Your worship, one Hester Pr3nne would speak\\na word with you.\\nBellingham. Admit her. (Exit servant.) She comes oppor-\\ntune. She is here, and with her little Pearl. (Enter Hester\\nwith Peail L. F. E.) Hester Prynne, there has been much\\nquestion concerning thee of late. The point hath been\\ndiscussed whether we that are of authority, do well dis-\\ncharge our conscience by trusting an immortal soul, such\\nas there is in 3 onder child, to the guidance of one who has", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "34 The Scarlet Letter.\\nstumbled amid the pit-falls of this world. Were it not\\nwise, think 3 ou, that she be taken out of your charge, and\\ninstructed in the truths of heaven and earth\\nHester. (Standing with Pearl, L. C.) 1 teach my little Pearl\\nwhat I have learned from this. (Laying her finger on Scarlet\\nLetter.)\\nBellingham. Woman, it is thy badge of shame. It is be-\\ncause of the stain, which that letter indicates, that we\\nwould transfer the child to other hands.\\nHester. Nevertheless, this badge hath taught me, it\\ndaily teaches me, it teaches me at this moment, lessons\\nwhereby my child may be the better and wiser.\\nBellingham. We will look well at what we are about to\\ndo. Good master Wilson, what think you, hath this child\\nsuch Christian nurture as befits one of her age?\\nWilson. I fear not, unless the mother bestows as much\\ncare upon the child s moral instructions as she does upon\\nher dress. I much fear you have not instructed the child\\nin those heavenly truths which the human spirit at her\\ntender years should be well imbued with. As you bend\\nthe twig, so the tree will grow. Dress the child in the\\ngarb of vanity, and you make a vain woman. Vanity\\nloves flattery, by which many are fascinated from the ways\\nof truth, and are lost to God. Hester, that child must be\\ntaken from your hands, and placed in those who will bring\\nher vp in the ways of righteousness\\n(Pearl clings to her mother. Hester advances with firm step toward\\nWilson, and with great emotion looks him in the face.)\\nHester. (After a pause.) God gave me this child He gave\\nher in requital of all things else which ye have taken from\\nme. She is my happiness! She is my torture, none the\\nless. Pearl keeps me here in life Pearl punishes me too\\nSee ye not, she is the Scarlet Letter, only capable of be-\\ning loved, and so endowed with a million-fold power of\\nretribution for my sin?\u00e2\u0080\u0094 God gave her to me, and ye shall\\nnot take her from me I will die first\\nWilson. My poor woman, the child shall be well cared\\nfor! far better than thou canst.\\nHester. God gave her into my keeping! (Raising her voice", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "The Scaklet Letter. 35\\nalmost to a shriek.) I will not give her up Speak thou lor\\nme (TMrning to Dinunesdale.) Speak thoLi tor me. Thou\\nwast my pastor, and hadst charge of my soul, and know est\\nme better than these men can. I will not lose my child\\nSpeak tor me! Thou knowest tor thou hast sympa-\\nthies which these men lack!\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Thou knowest what is in\\nmy heart, and what are a mother s rights, and how much\\nthe stronger they are when that mother has but her child\\nand the Scarlet Letter Look thou to it, I will not lose\\nthe child Look to it Without her love, I would be alone\\nin this dark world without this soul-treasure there would\\nbe nothing to keep my heart alive my little sun-shine\\nwould be gone In her I have indefeasible rights against\\nthe world, and in the sight of God, I will defend them\\nLook to it Look to it (She kneels and rapturously kisses Pearl.)\\nDlinniesdalc. (Rises with emotion, and with his hand over his\\nheart. Chillingworth intently watches the face ot Diminesdale all\\nthrough the scene.) There is much truth in what she says.\\nGod g-ave her the child, and gave her, too, an instinctive\\nknowledge of its nature and requirements, both seemingly\\nso peculiar, which no other mortal being can possess,\\nand is there not a quality of awful sacredness in the re-\\nlation between this mother and this child?\\nBdlinpjiam. Ah How is that, good Master Dimmesdale?\\nMake that plain, I pray you\\nDiminesdale. it must be even so, for if we deem other-\\nwise, do we not thereby say that the Heavenly Father\\nhath lightly recognized a deed of sin, and made of no ac-\\ncount the distinction between an unhallowed lust and a\\nholy love? This child, of its father s guilt and its mother s\\nshame, hath come from the hand of God, to work in many\\nways upon her heart, who pleads so earnestly and with\\nsuch bitterness of spirit. The right to keep her was meant\\nfor the one blessing of her life! It was meant, doubtless,\\nas the mother herself has told us, for a retribution too; a\\ntorture to be felt at many an unthought-of moment; a\\npang, a sting, an ever-recurring agony, in the midst of a\\ntroubled joy. Hath she not expressed the thought in the", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "36 The Scaulkt Lettp:r.\\ngarb of the child, so forcibly reminding iis of that red\\nsymbol which sears her bosom\\nWilson. Master Dimmesdale, I feared the mother had no\\nbetter thought than to make a mountebank of the child\\nDiiuincsdalc. (with eagerness.) O not so not SO She I e-\\ncognizes, believe me, the solemn miracle which God hath\\nwrought, in the existence of that child, and may she not\\nfeel, too, that this boon was meant above all things else, to\\nkeep the mother s soul alive, and to preserve her from\\nother sin, to remind her at every moment of her fall,\\na sacred pledge, that, if she bring the child* to heaven, the\\nchild also will bring its parent thither Herein is the sin-\\nful mother far happier than the father. (Hester listens with\\nmarked attention.) For Hester s sake, let us leave them as\\nProvidence hath seen ht to place them. (Sits.)\\nChilliiigi^ or/h. You speak, my friend, with a strange earn-\\nestness, and I must say with great truth as to the father.\\nWiison. There is weight}^ import in what my young\\nbrother hath spoken. What say you, worshipful Master\\nBellingham Had we not better let Hester take the child\\nfor the present? And with a watchful eye we can tell how\\nthe mother treasures her future.\\nBellingham.. T think so. He hath adduced such argu-\\nments, that we will even leave the matter as it now stands;\\nso long, at least, as there shall be no further scandal in the\\nwoman. Thou canst depart, and with thee thy child,\\nbut have a care, for should we observe, as she grows apace,\\na lack of any kind, she will stay no longer in thy custody.\\nGo thy ways. (Hester stoops down and kisses Pearl. Pearl runs to\\nthe Governor, and kisses his hand. Exit Hester with Pearl L. F. E.)\\nThe little baggage hath witchcraft in her. I profess she\\nneeds no old woman s broom-stick to fly withal.\\nCliillivgzvorth. A strange child Would it be beyond a\\nphilosopher s research, think ye, gentlemen, to analyze that\\nchild s nature, and, from its make, find the mould, to give\\na shrewd guess as to who the father is?\\nWilson. Nay It would be sinful, in such a question, to\\nfollow the clue of profane philosoph}-, and still better, it\\nmay be, to leave the mystery as we find it.", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "The Scarlet Letter. 37\\nBellingham. And thereby every good Christian man hath\\na title to show a father s kindness toward the poor, de-\\nserted babe. (Governor rises.) Gentlemen, for awhile 1 have\\nbusiness of importance with Master Wilson. (Exit Governor\\nand Wilson R. F. E.)\\nChillingworth. Good Master Dimmesdale, you seem much\\nmoved in this woman s behalf.\\nDinwicsdalc. Not more than I should in any woman so\\nsituated. (Rising.) But, my dear sir, 1 must depart to visit\\nthe apostle Eliot among his Indian converts. The day\\nadvances, and I must haste away ere it be too late. (Exit R.\\nE. E. Chillingworth for a moment looks after him.)\\nChillingzcorth. Ay, indeed haste thee from a subject thou\\nwilt not tarry with. But thou shalt be known Thou\\nshalt be known (Exit R. F. E.)\\n(Hibbins comes from behind the drapery of one of the windows in\\nflat, where she has been concealed during the whole scene. Her dress\\nis th=it of Mistress Hibbins.)\\nHibbins. So, So! Hester, 1 have done thee a service, and\\nhe has saved your child. Hester, I will have thee yet one\\nof our tribe. Now to see what she thinks of the grood\\nwork I have done (Exit R. F. E.)\\nScene Second. (In one.)\\nA thick sapling-wood, running in perspedlive with a bit of land-scape\\nto the right. Enter Hester with Pearl L. F. E.\\nHester. This way, Pearl. We will wander a while in yon-\\nder thick and beautiful grove where so many wild flowers\\ncongregate to gladden my sad heart, and to please your\\nyoung eyes. There, where I have so often sent m}^ pray-\\ners to heaven, will I now lift my voice again to the great\\nFather of mercy, who has this day saved for me my dar-\\nling Pearl. To have lost thee, would have killed all the\\nflowers, stayed the songs of the birds, the sweet whisper-\\nings of the brooks, and hung the heavens with a pall,\\nall would have been a suffocating void God, I thank thee\\nfor my little Pearl (Stoops to kiss Pearl, while so doing, Hibbins", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "38 The Scarlet Lettku.\\nenters as the witch, L. F. E. Stands leaning over Hester, with staff\\nin hand.)\\nHibhins. So, Hester, in tears of thankfulness (Hester starts\\nand looks up at Hibbins.) Fear not, tis only me, a better\\nfriend, too, than thou thinkest. Spoke I not the truth,\\nand cautioned thee aright? Thy presence saved Pearl,\\nand bravely didst thou stand up for thy own\\nHester. (Rises.) Indeed thou hast served me well, and my\\nheart thanks thee for it. (Crosses to L. H.)\\nHtbbins. (Following her.) Hist! Hist! Wilt thou go with\\nme to-night? There will be merry company in the forest,\\nand I well-nigh promised the Black-man that comely Hes-\\nter Pr3 nne should make one of the merry group.\\nHester. Make my excuse to him, so please you. I must\\ntarry at home, and keep watch over my little Pearl. Had\\nthey taken her from me, I would willingly have gone with\\nthee into the forest, and signed my name in the Black-\\nman s book, and that, too, with mine own blood\\nHibbins. Ah Hester, we shall have thee there anon\\nIt is the only way to save thy jewel there. (Pointing to Pearl.)\\nFor those busy and ravenous wolves of the law will pes-\\nter 3 ou to the last- Ay, in faith, they would save the\\nchild, as they call it, but kill the mother of a broken heart\\nha! ha! ha! (Looking off left, sees Dimmesdale. Aside.) An my\\neyes deceive me not, that is Master Dimmesdale, return-\\ning fi*om the Apostle Eliot. I would cross his path and\\nwhisper a word in his ear. Hester, you will yet be one\\nof us, and thy little Pearl too. (Exit L.)\\nHester. (Looking after her.) ^Dimmesdale Oh! fate! if I\\ncould but stand in his way and speak a word with him I\\nwill! This way, Pearl, this way (Exit L.)\\nScene Third. (In three.)\\nA beautiful wild grove. Rock at R. C, for a seat, with bush and vines\\nbehind it, a hiding-place for Chillingworth. In centre of the\\nstage, opposite to 3, a large tree, running up out of sight, con-\\nvenient to conceal the form of Hibbins. Chillingworth discovered\\nplucking leaves and plants at rock R. C.", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "TuK Scarlet Lkttkr. 39\\nChillingzijorth. Thus from day to day I seek companion-\\nship, and my only pleasure, in plucking- these strange plants\\nthat abound hereabouts. I never dreamed of such a life\\nas this. I thought to have had another sphere than a wil-\\nderness for my old age to wander through. I thought to\\nhave had a companion, and not to live so much alone, but\\nthe unsearchable ways of God have interfered and de-\\nprived me of her whom my heart had singled out for com-\\nfort. It matters not how hard we may strive, or how sa-\\ncred the object we desire to obtain, an inscrutable power\\nthrusts it aside, and we are forced to struggle in other di-\\nrections, and for things we never thought of. But why\\nshould I talk of this? There is and can be but one mission\\nnow for me to struggle with my beard has become gray\\nwith it! my form is bent with it! He must be known.\\nHe must be known Who comes here? (LookingofFL. 2d\\nHester and Pearl. (Turns to R. F. E. and sees Dimmesdale.)\\nAnd Dimmesdale! So, So! I will ensconce me here\\nawhile, and observe. (Gets behind the rock R. C. Enter Hester\\nand Pearl L. F. E.)\\nHester There, go yonder, (Pointing off R. 2d E.) where\\nthe sun is shining on that bit of beautiful meadow gather\\nthe wild flowers, and when I call you, come. (Exit Pearl R.\\n2d E.) He comes. (Stands a little up the stage C. Enter Dim-\\nmesdale L. H. F. E, crosses toward R. F.E.) Arthur Dimmesdale!\\nArthur Dimmesdale\\nDimmesdale. (R. H.) Who speaks? (Hester comes down F.)\\nHester Prynne, is it thou\\nHester. Even so, if I am in life, and if it be life as 1 have\\nlived these seven years\\nDiimnesdale Hast thou found no peace\\nHester. None! Hast thou\\nDimmesdale. Nothing but misery\\nHester. Thou wrong st thyself in this. Thou hast deep-\\nly repented. The people reverence thee, and surely thou\\nworkest good among them Doth this bring thee no\\ncomfort?\\nDimmesdale. More misery, Hester! Only the more mis-\\nery As concerns the good I may appear to do, I have", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "40 The Scarlet Letter.\\nno faith in it. It must needs be a delusion. What can a\\nruined soul like mine effect towards the redemption of\\nother souls? And as for the people s reverence, would\\nthat it were turned to scorn and hatred Canst thou deem\\nit a consolation, that I must stand up in my pulpit, and\\nmeet so many eyes turned upward to my face, as if the\\nlight of Heaven were beaming- from it, and see my flock\\nlistening to me as if a tongue of Pentecost were speaking?\\nI have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the\\ncontrast of what I am And Satan laughs at it\\nHester. Thou wrong st th3-self. Is there no reality in\\nthe penitence thus sealed and witnessed by good works?\\nDimniesdale. There is no substance in it It is cold and\\ndead, and can do nothing fur me! Of penance, I have\\nhad enough Of penitence, there has been none else I\\nshould long since have thrown off these garments of mock\\nholiness, and have shown myself to mankind as they will\\nsee me at the judgment-seat. Happy are you, Hester\\nPrynne, that wear the Scarlet Letter openly upon your\\nbosom Mine burns in secret Thou little knowest what\\na relief it is, after the torments of seven years cheat, to\\nlook into an eye that recognises me for what I am Oh\\nhad I but one friend, or even an enemy, to whom I could\\nbetake myself, and be known as the vilest of sinners. Even\\nthus much truth would save me, for now all is falsehood\\nand emptiness\\nHester. Such a friend as thou hast even now wished for,\\nwith whom to weep over thy sin, thou hast in me, the\\npartner of it! (Hesitating.) Thou hast long had such an\\nenemy, and dwellest with him, under the same roof!\\nDimniesdale. Ha what sayest thou, an enemy and under\\nmine roof What sayest thou\\nHester. Oh, Arthur forgive me! In all things else I\\nhave striven to be true Truth was the one virtue which\\nI might have held fast, and did hold fast through all ex-\\ntremity save when thy good,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 thy life, thy fame, were\\nput in question Then I consented to a deception. But\\na lie is never good, even though death threaten on the\\nother side! Dost thou not see what I would say? That", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "The Scaklet Letter. 41\\nold man! Thy physician! he whom they call Eoger\\nChillingworth he was my husband\\nDimviesdale. Merciful God! (Staggers and sinks down upon the\\nrock at R.) I might have known it I did know it! Oh\\nHester, thou little knowest the horror and ugliness of this\\nexposure of a guilty heart to the ver} eyes that would\\ngloat over it! Woman, 1 can never forgive thee\\nHester. But thou wilt forgive me! (Falls upon her knees be-\\nside him.) Here at thy feet thou shalt forgive me Let\\nGod punish! but, Arthur, thou must forgive me!\\nDiiiiiiiesdale. Hester, I do forgive thee, and may God for-\\ngive us both We are not the worst sinners in this world.\\nThere is one worse even than the polluted priest! The\\nold man s revenge has been blacker than my sin. He has\\nviolated in cold bhjod, the sanctity of a human heart. But\\nhere is a new horror for me. Will Chillingworth keep\\nmy secret?\\nHester. There is a strange secrecy in his nature that has\\ngrown upon him by the hidden practices of his revenge.\\nHe will doubtless seek other means of satiating his dark\\npassion.\\nDimmesdale. How am I to dwell longer with this deadly\\nenemy? Think for me, Hester! Thou art strong. Re-\\nsolve for me\\nHester. Thou must dwell no longer with this man. Thy\\nheart must be no longer under his evil eye!\\nDhnmesdalc. It were worse than death But how to\\navoid it\\nHester. Is the world then so narrow Doth the uni-\\nverse lie within the compass of yonder town, which only a\\nlittle time ago was but a leaf-strewn desert, as lonely as this\\naround us? Whither leads yonder forest-track? Back-\\nward to the settlement, thou sayest? Yes; but onward\\ntoo Deeper it goes, and deeper, into the wilderness, less\\nplainly to be seen at every step until some few miles\\nhence, the yellow leaves will show no vestige of the white\\nman s tread. There thou art free So brief a journey\\nwould bring thee from a world where thou hast been most\\nwretched, to where thou mayest be most happy Is there", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "42 The 8oarlkt Lkttkk.\\nnot shade enough in all this boundless forest to hide thy\\nheart from the gaze of Rog-er Chillingworth\\nChillingzvorth. (Looking from beliind the rocks.) Indeed there\\nis not (Aside.)\\nDiniDicsddle. Yes, Hester, but only under the fallen leaves\\nClnUiiigworiJi. Even there I ll see thee I (Aside.)\\nHester. Then there is the broad pathway of the sea! It\\nbrought thee hither. It thou so choose, it will bear thee\\nback again. In our native land, whether in some remote\\nvillage, or in vast London, or, surelv in Germany, in\\nFrance, in pleasant Italy, thou wouldst be beyond his\\npower and knowledge! And what hast thou to do with\\nall these iron men, and their opinions? They have kept\\nthy better part in bondage too long already\\nDimmesdale. Hester, it cannot be\\nHester. Thou art crushed under this seven vear s weight\\nof misery, but thou shalt leave it all behind thee! It\\nshall not cumber thy steps, as thou treadest along the for-\\nest-[)ath, neither shalt thou freight the shij) with it, it thou\\nprefer to cross the sea. Leave this wreck and ruin where\\nit happened? There is good to be done! Begin the\\nworkl anew the future is lull of trial and success There\\nis happiness beyond. Be a scholar and a sage among the\\nwisest! Preach! Write! Act! Do anything save to\\nlie down and die Give up the name of Arthur Dimmes-\\ndale, juul make thvsclf another. Whv shouldst thou tarry\\none other day in the torments that have so gnawed into\\nthy life! that have made thee feeble to ti-/// and io do\\\\\\nThat will leave thee powerless even to repent! Up and\\naway\\nDimviesdaU. Alone, Hester?\\nHester. Thou shalt not go alone! I, too, would pluck\\nthis sad symbol from my person The ship even now lies\\nin yonder waters, and ere to-morrow s eve, sets her white\\nsails, which shall be as angel s wings bearing us to a place\\nof bliss. Look not back! Oh! look not back! that way\\nlies darkness and death! Pearl! Pearl! Thou shalt see\\nand know our little Pearl! This way. Pearl (Enter Pearl\\nrunning. Hester hastily phices her upon her knees, who dings around", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "Thk Scarlkt Lettkk.\\n43\\nthe legs of Dimmesdale looking up into his face.) See, Pearl, the\\nminister! He shall be thy father! Arthur, see and love\\nher as thine\\nPicture, (Dimmesdale takes up Pearl and kisses her, sits her down\\nplaces his hand upon her head, drops upon his knees embracing the\\nchild. Hester stands behind them with her hands extended over\\nthem in the aft of blessing.)\\nHester. Bless them, God! Oh, bless them (At this mo-\\nment Chillingworth looks from behind the rock, while Hibbins comes\\nfrom behind the tree, and cautiously observes the situation. She then\\nmakes her exit L. 3rd E. During the latter part of the scene, the sun\\nhas made its descent on the back flat, and from the horizon throws its\\ncrimson rays through the woods, illuminating the stage with a crimson\\nglow. Music, Curtain.)", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "ACT IV.\\nScene First. (In one.)\\nA room in Dimmesdale s house. Dimmesdale enters C. D.\\nDiwmesdale. A night of wild and mixed thoughts have\\npreluded the difficult task I must perform to-day. Since\\nI parted with Hester, an over-active brain has presented\\ntemptations never before mine. Sin-stained and sorrow-\\neaten, I flung myself upon the forest leaves, and arose as\\nit w^ere at the entrance of a new life This is my last day\\nin Boston, and the last sermon I shall ever preach. (Enter\\nHibbins L. E, dressed in a rich velvet gown, high head-dress and yel-\\nlow, starched rufF of the times.)\\nHibbins. A bright morning, good Reverend Master Dim-\\nmesdale, and a prosperous end to your work of to-day.\\nThe people are all astir. They expect great things in your\\nElection sermon. But, indeed, methinks you look brighter\\nfor your visit to the forest last night. The next time you\\ngo, I pray you to allow me only a fair warning, and I shall\\nbe proud to bear you company. Without taking too\\nmuch upon myself, my word will go far toward gaining\\na quick reception with a certain fair one.\\nDimmesdale. I profess, madame, on my conscience I am\\nutterly bewildered as touching the purport of your words\\nI went not into the forest to seek a fair one, neither do I\\nat any future time design to visit thither. My one suffi-\\ncient object was to greet that pious friend of mine, the\\nApostle Eliot, and rejoice with him over the many souls\\nhe hath won from heathendom\\nHib/nns. Ha! ha! ha! well well, we must needs talk\\nthus in the day-time! Ha! ha! ha! you carry it off like\\nan old hand. But, my reverend Sir be not too sure of\\nthe morrow We may yet meet in the forest with mutual\\nunderstanding. Well, and heaven be with thee, may this\\nday s work end as thou designest. Keep a stout heart,\\nand perhaps a white signal may wave to thee as a friendly", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "The Scaklet Lp:ttek. 45\\nparting. A stout heart, Master Dimmesdale, and success!\\n(Exit L.)\\nDimmesdale. Have I then sold myself to the fiend, whom,\\nif men say true, this yellow-starched and velvety old hag\\nhas chosen for her prince. What is she that haunts me\\nthus, and tells me of things, 1 thought that none but one\\nother knew of. Am I mad I (A knock at C. D.) Come in!\\n(Enter Chillingworth.)\\nChillingtvorth. Welcome home, Reverend Sir, and how\\nfound you that godly man, the Apostle Eliot? But, me-\\nthinks dear sir, you look pale as if the travel through the\\nwilderness had been too sore for you. Will not my aid\\nbe required to put you in heart and strength to preach\\nyour Election sermon?\\nDimmesdale. Nay. I think not so, my journey yonder\\nand the breathing of the free air has done me good. 1\\nthink to need no more of your drugs, good though they\\nbe, and administered b} a friendly hand.\\nChilhngiL orth. Veril} dear sir, we must make youstrong,\\nfor on this occasion you have an extra task to perform.\\nThe people look for great things, and apprehend that an-\\nother year may come about and find their pastor gone.\\nDimmesdale, Kind sir, my present frame of body needs\\nnot your aid.\\nChillingivorth. I joy to hear it It may be that my reme-\\ndies so long administered, begin now to make due effect.\\nHappy man were I, and well deserving of New-England s\\ngratitude, could I achieve your cure!\\nDimmesdale. I thank 3 ou, inost ivatcJiful friend., and can\\nbut requite your good deeds with m} prayers.\\nChillingzuorth. A good man s prayers are a golden recom-\\npense.\\nDimmesdale. They are the current gold coin of the new\\nJerusalem, with the King s own mint mark on them\\nChillingworth. A good man s prayers.\\nDimmesdale. 1 meant so.\\nChillingxvorth. A man without deceit, one whose life is\\nnot a lie, and who is what he seems.\\nDimmesdale. There are such. (Turns away.)", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "46 The Scarlet Lktter.\\nCkillingworth. He blanches and turns away. (Aside.) This\\nis a busy day with thee, and I will not rob thee of time.\\nI will leave thee to thy thoughts. Heaven may see fit to\\ntransmit through the good man s mouth the grand and\\nsolemn music of its oracles! I humbly take my leave,\\nMaster Dimtnesdale. (Bows very low. Exit C. D.)\\nDimmesdale. The hour is not far distant when I shall be\\nseparated eternally from thee. There is a strange and\\nsolemn beating about my heart, that fills me with dark\\nforetellings, a whispering that I shall not go These\\nthoughts will never do! I must not clog up my path to\\nthe result with frightful phantoms born of an over-wrought\\nbrain. The task must be performed, and the swelling bil-\\nlows of the ocean to-night must cradle my brain to a rest-\\nful sleep.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 (Exit R. F. E.)\\nScene Two.\\nMarket-Place.\\nThe same as the second scene in the first ad. Flags, banners, and stream-\\ners are hanging in all diredions across the top of the stage, and\\nfrom the windows of the buildings, in celebration of EledVion-day.\\nCrowds of all kinds of people fill the stage. Two men in armor\\nare fencing, upon the platform of the pillory. Indian boys are\\nsho,oting at a target with bows and arrows. At R. C, below the\\nCity Hall, is a large Punch and Judy Box at work, with a group\\nof men, women, and children laughing at the performance. At\\nleft C, above 2d E, are two Indians tussling. The laughing, fen-\\ncing, and tussling continue in adion for a few minutes after the\\ncurtain is up. All of the charafters are kept in adion during the\\nrest of the scene, without interfering with the dialogue. Chilling-\\nworth discovered leaning against one of the columns of the City\\nHall. Hester enters with Pearl, from L. H. 3rd E, and comes\\ndown to C.\\nPearl. Why, mother, what is this? Is it a play-day for\\nthe whole world? See there is the blacksmith with a\\nclean face, and little Sue has shoes on. Do tell me, what\\nis to-day\\nHester. This is a Holiday. The people wait to see the", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "Tup: Scarlet Letter. 47\\nprocession with the Governor, the great folks and soldiers\\nwith music at their head, who will all go into the Town\\nHall to hear the minister preach his Election sermon.\\nPearl. And will the minister hold out both hands to take\\nme, and kiss me as he did in the forest?\\nHester. He will see thee, my child, but he will not take\\nthee as in the forest, nor must thou greet him as he passes\\nby. There, look about at the strange sights, but go not\\nfar. (Pearl wanders about the stage. The crowd call attention to Pearl\\nand her dress. Enter L. U. E, Capt. Goodwill who appears to be\\nlooking about for Hester, who stands L. C. in a thoughtful mood.)\\nGoodwill. So, Mistress Hester, I have found thee at last.\\nI would say to thee, aboard by five o clock at latest. We\\nshall have other company, and hereabouts I would find\\nm) new passenger to give him the same tidings. (Chilling-\\nworth observes Goodwill talking to Hester. He looks at Hester with\\na sarcastic smile.) No fear of scurvy, or ship-fever this voy-\\nage, what with the ship s surgeon and this other doctor,\\nour only danger will be from drugs,\\nHester. (Startled.) What mean you? Who is this other\\npassenger\\nGoodicill. Why know you not, that this Master Chilling-\\nworth, he calls himself, is minded to try a cabin-fare\\nwith you Ay Ay, you must have known it, for he tells\\nme he is of your party, and a close friend to the gentle-\\nman that is in peril from sickness. Why, there stands the\\nold doctor himself, smiling at us. (Points at Chillingworth, who\\nlooks at Hester. She casts a quick glance at Chillingworth, staggers\\nbackward, and is saved from falling by Goodwill.)\\nGoodwill. Why, my lady, are you not well Shall I call\\nthe old doctor?\\nHester. No no tis nothing, a little dizziness, a\\nhabit, tis over. Yes, they know each other well indeed!\\n(Music without.) I must look after my little Pearl, and anon\\nwe will speak further of this matter. (Goodwill retires. Pearl\\ncomes to Hester, who stands L. C. Procession enters L. F. E. headed\\nby Brackett with staff of office, next band of music, followed by\\ntwelve men in armor, next the Governor and Officers of State followed\\nby Dimmesdale alone; after him, Wilson, and several others in minis-", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "48 TiiK Scarlet Lettkr.\\nterial gowns, other soldiers, c., c. The procession passes into the\\nCity Hall, followed by all the people. The twelve men in armor ar*\\nrange themselves each side of the City Hall, and each side of the Pil-\\nlory. Chillingworth and Goodwill enter the City Hall last. Hesicr\\nwith Pearl remain in abstradion at L. C. Hibbins who, disguised, has\\nbeen moving around the stage during the whole of the scene, watching\\nHester and Chillingworth, now enters L. 2d E, dressed in her rich\\ngown of velvet, c.)\\nHihhins. Ha! ha! Mistress Hester, a great day for the\\nCity of Boston. Town and country all here. The red\\nheathen and the white Christian all mingle together. But\\nwhat morti il imagination could conceive it that 3 onder\\nDivine man, that saint on earth, as the people uphold him\\nto be, and, 1 must needs say, reall} looks! who now that\\nsaw him pass, would think how little time it is since he\\nwent forth out of his study, chewing a Hebrew text of\\nscripture in his mouth, I warrant, to take an airing in\\nthe forest! Aha! we know what that means, Hester\\nPrynne\\nHester. Well.\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHibbins. But truly, forsooth, I find it hard to believe him\\nthe same man. Many a church member, too, I saw but\\nnow walking behind the music, that has danced in the\\nsame measure with me, and it might be an Indian, or a\\nLapland wizard changing hands with us But that is a tri-\\nfle, when one knows the world yet this minister! couldst\\nthou surely tell, Hester, whether he is the same man that\\nencountered thee on the forest-path\\nHester. Insolent meddler! What is it to thee? I tell\\nthee, audacious woman, that yonder scaffold will never\\nmore fitly have its own till you stand there an example of\\nyour dark ways! Begone!\\nHibbins. Fie, woman, fie Dost thou think I have been\\nto the forest so man} times, and have 3 et no skill to judge\\nwho else has been there Yes though no leaf of the wild\\ngarlands they wore, be left behind I know thee, Hester,\\nfor I behold the token we may all see in the sunshine, and\\nit glows like a red flame in the dark Thou wearest it\\nopenly. But this minister! what is it, he seeks to hide\\nwith his hand always over his heart Ah Hester Prynne", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "The Scarlet Letter. 49\\nHester. Old woman the dirt on yonder minister s shoes\\nis cleaner than thy soul A shout of Make room, make room\\nis heard within the Hall. The people rush from the Hall to left side\\nof the stage shouting, The minister is dying Hester shrieks, and\\nwith Pearl staggers up to the left side of the pillory steps. Enter from the\\nHall, Dimmesdale, supported by Bellingham, follovved by Chillingworth.\\nDimmesdale staggers to the steps of the pillory where he sees Hester,\\ngrasps her hand.)\\nDimmesdale. Hester, come hither Come, my little Pearl\\nCJiillingtvorth. Madman, hold Do not perish in dis-\\nhonor!\\nDimmesdale. Thou art too late. With the help of God,\\nmine is the power to reveal the truth Come, Hester\\nCome (Dimmesdale, Hester and Pearl ascend the scaffold.) Peo-\\nple of New-England ye that have loved me, ye that\\nhave deemed me holy Behold the one sinner At last\\nI stand, where seven years since I should have stood, be-\\nside this woman. Lo, the Scarlet Letter that Hester\\nwears, is also mine! Our souls are equally bound up in\\nit! Behold! (Throws open his dress and exposes a Scarlet Letter\\nupon his heart. The crowd shrink back in amazement, all exclaiming\\nas in one voice, The Scarlet Letter Dimmesdale then staggers\\ndown the scaffold, followed by Hester and Pearl. He falls F. C, sup-\\nported by Hester, Pearl at left of Hester.) Is this not better than\\nwhat we dreamed of in the forest?\\nHester. I know not! I know not! Better? Yes; so\\nwe may die, and with us, little Pearl\\nChillingworth, (R. of Dimmesdale.) Thou hast escaped me!\\nBut thou art known\\nDimmesdale. Thou, too, hast deeply sinned. May God\\nforgive thee! (Falls back.) Hester, 1 am dying!\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHester. Shall we not meet again? Shall we not spend\\nour immortal lives together Have we not ransomed one\\nanother with all this woe? Thou lookest far into eter-\\nnity, tell me what thou seest\\nDimmesdale. Hush, Hester, hush The law we broke\\nThe sin so awfully revealed God knows, and he is mer-\\nciful (Dies, with his head resting on Hester s bosom. Pearl buries", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "50 The Scarlet Letter.\\nher face in her hands. Chillingworth stands R, with his hack turned\\non Dimmesdale. Bellingham and Wilson stand immediately behind\\nDimmesdale, looking down upon his body. Hibbins, with the group\\nof citizens, moves down the stage forming a half circle about the front\\ngroup. They all lean foward to look at Dimmesdale, and, as the cur-\\ntain descends to low, plaintive music, the people all whisper,\\nTHE SCARLET LETTER!\\nTHE END.\\nPC 1.2", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "^^-n^.", "height": "3298", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "V\\nC\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2Ao^\\nC, vP\\nK\\no\\nV il AUGUSTINE\\na\\nA-?-\\n4 o^\\n.-i^-^ y", "height": "3298", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS ^if,,.;\\n1/\\n^Vr^ i Kiii Ji li\\nV,. i lit;:*, U:-\u00c2\u00bb h\\nis", "height": "3530", "width": "1895", "jp2-path": "centennialdramat00harr_0068.jp2"}}