(John Proctor is pacing the floor, thinking about what he should do. He is thinking how to tell Abigail shes fired and they can not have an affair. He is confused, and frustrated)
(Abigail enters, and stares at Proctor at the window. She is wondering why he looks so tense. She goes over to him and rubs his back.)
Proctor:(turning around) Abby, I'm sorry we no longer need your assistance.
Abigail:(with a puzzled look) What do you mean?
Proctor:Elizabeth is my wife. I love her more than thee.
Abigail:(with a tempered look) I marvel how a man like thee can be with a sickly women.
Proctor:(angry) You will speak nothing of Elizabeth. I never loved you. This mischief con not continue.
Abigail:(in tears) You loved me, John Proctor, And whatever it was, you loved me yet.
Proctor:Ay, I did not love thee.
Abigail:(on her knees) Pity me, John, pity me!
Proctor:You are a child
Abigail:(with anger in eyes) How can you call me a child?
Proctor:Abby, I may think of thee softly, but I will cut off my hand before I'll ever reach for you again. Wipe it out of your mind. We never touched.
Abigail:Aye, but we did.
Proctor:Aye, but we did not.
Abigail:(in tears) How can you deny our love?
Proctor:It is over Abby.
(Abby runs off in tears. Proctor is releaved that it is off his shoulder.)