project John Proctor article 5

Today, the Marshal came to my cell and got me. He brought me to the court room and when I walked in, there stood Elizabeth, my beautiful wife. I hadn't seen her once in these three long months. I didn't even now if she was still alive for sure. For some reason eveyone left the courtroom and let Elizabeth and i talk in privacy. Then she started to tell me that if I didn't confess to practicing witchcraft that i would be hanged. Elizabeth talked me into confessing and I had my mind set. Everyone reentered the room and we started the confession process. I had to confess. I did confess but then they wanted me to even sign the confession. I knew that i was lieing but i was lieing to save my life. But then I knew that lieing was a sin. I love my life and I love my sweet wife Elizabeth but I would rather die with a good name and in good standing with God than die as a liar and live the rest of my life with a soiled name. I tore the paper confession and threw it to the ground.