I walked with Judge Hathorne in from the bitter cold with a great coat and a hat on. Cheever followed me n carrying a dispatch case and a flat wooden box containing his writing materials. Parris was no where to be found so Herrick starts for the door to go find him. I asked when Reverend Hale arrived, Herrick thought towards midnight. I was suspicious about why he was here. He has no authority to be here and why did Marshal let him in? Herrick had told me Parris commanded him. Herrick did not seem himself. I ordered Herrick to clear the court room. I was boiling with anger at this point. I was looking at Herrick with dissatisfaction while he was walking out the door. There was dead silence and I just stood there in thought.
Parris was trying to convince me to postpone the hangings. I think for a minute and I asked Cheever for the list. Cheever opens his dispatch case and handed them to me. Ad Parris talks to me I study the list and I said, “There will be no postponement.” After Parris and I go at it for a bit, he brings up a dagger. Parris’s voice is quiet and he starts to choke up. He said that when he opened his door to leave his house a dagger clattered to the ground. I had to take this all in because I had no idea what had happened. Reverend Hale had entered at the time. He was deep in sorrow, exhausted, and more direct than he ever was. Reverend Hale was heading towards me and told me,”You must pardon them, they will not budge.” I can not pardon when twelve are already hung for the same crime. I already told everybody I was not going to pardon or postpone the hangings. The people who do not confess will hang and that is that. The village expects to see them die this morning.
Herrick fetches Goody Proctor for me. I am very polite to Elizabeth and asked her if she was hearty. She was silent and finally said, with a warning reminder, “I am yet, six month before my time.” I told her we are not coming for her life. Hale interrupted and told Elizabeth that her husband will die with the sunrise. She looks at me, silent. I asked, ” Will you plead for his confession or will you not?” She would not promise anything and demanded to speak to her husband. I walked out of the court. I walked back in shortly after. I was getting aggravated and Proctor finally signed the paper. As I reached for the paper, Proctor snatched it and is now in anger. I extended my hand gesturing to give the paper to me. Still nothing. I must have good and legal proof and Proctor is about to burst into tears. Saying “I lie and I sign myself to lies.” I pointed to the confession in Proctor’s hand. Proctor tears the paper and crumples it and starts to weep. Elizabet rushes to Proctor he kisses her and I announce we will hang him high over town, “Who weeps for these, weeps for corruption.”