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ELIZABETH: It needs a cold wife to prompt lechery.
PROCTOR: Oh enough, enough.
ELIZABETH: It's better that you should know me. You take my sins upon you.
PROCTOR: No. I take my own. I take my own.
ELIZABETH: John, I found myself so plain...so poorly made that no honest love could come to me. Suspicion kissed you when I did. I never knew how I should say my love. It were a cold house I kept. Forgive me. I never knew such goodness in the world. Oh John, forgive me.

---The Crucible, Arthur Miller