““PROCTOR, his mind wild, breathless: I say―I say―God is dead! PARRIS: Hear it, hear it! PROCTOR, laughs insanely, then: A fire, a fire is burning! I hear the boot of Lucifer, I see his filthy face! And it is my face, and yours, Danforth! For them that quail to bring men out of ignorance, as I have quailed, and as you quail now when you know in all your black hearts that this be fraud―God damns our kind especially, and we will burn, we will burn together! You are pulling Heaven down and raising up a whore!””