I know it to be false.
COREY.
He has been dead these fourteen years or more.
Why can't they let him rest?
Why must they drag him Out of his grave to give me a bad name?
I did not kill him.

In his bed he died, As most men die, because his hour had come.
I have wronged no man.

Why should Proctor say Such things bout me?
I will not forgive him Till he confesses he has slandered me.
Then, I've more trouble.

All my cattle gone.
MARTHA.
They will come back again.
COREY.
Not in this world.
Did I not tell you they were overlooked?
They ran down through the woods, into the meadows, And tried to swim the river, and were drowned.
It is a heavy loss.
MARTHA.
I'm sorry for it.
COREY.
All my dear oxen dead.

I loved them, Martha, Next to yourself.