Matthew Hopkins:
By the way, you know what they call me now?
John Stearne: What?
Matthew Hopkins: Witchfinder General.
John Stearne: What?
Matthew Hopkins: Witchfinder General.
[a tied-up woman Hopkins has thrown into the moat to test for witchcraft drowns]
Matthew Hopkins: She was innocent.
Matthew Hopkins: She was innocent.
[first lines]
[United States Conqueror Worm versions]
Matthew Hopkins: [voiceover] LO! 't is a gala night/Within the lonesome latter years./An angel throng, bewinged, bedight/In veils, and drowned in tears,/Sit in a theatre to see/A play of hopes and fears,/While the orchestra breathes fitfully/The music of the spheres."
[United States Conqueror Worm versions]
Matthew Hopkins: [voiceover] LO! 't is a gala night/Within the lonesome latter years./An angel throng, bewinged, bedight/In veils, and drowned in tears,/Sit in a theatre to see/A play of hopes and fears,/While the orchestra breathes fitfully/The music of the spheres."
[Hopkins and his men throw three securely-bound people into the moat as a witchcraft test]
Matthew Hopkins: They swim... the mark of Satan is upon them. They must hang.
Matthew Hopkins: They swim... the mark of Satan is upon them. They must hang.
[last lines]
[United States Conqueror Worm versions]
Matthew Hopkins: [voiceover] Out-out are the lights-out all!/And over each quivering form/The curtain, a funeral pall,/Comes down with the rush of a storm,/While the angels, all pallid and wan,/Uprising, unveiling, affirm/That the play is the tragedy, 'Man,'/And its hero, the Conqueror Worm."
[United States Conqueror Worm versions]
Matthew Hopkins: [voiceover] Out-out are the lights-out all!/And over each quivering form/The curtain, a funeral pall,/Comes down with the rush of a storm,/While the angels, all pallid and wan,/Uprising, unveiling, affirm/That the play is the tragedy, 'Man,'/And its hero, the Conqueror Worm."
[Stearne eludes Marshall to warn the Witchfinder General]
John Stearne: He's after our blood!
Matthew Hopkins: You're forgetting our powers... he could be a witch.
John Stearne: He's after our blood!
Matthew Hopkins: You're forgetting our powers... he could be a witch.