Excerpt I from The Scarlet Letter Page 1
notes, questions, and commentary 2005 and 2008 C. Brantley Collins, Jr.
Excerpt I from The Scarlet Letter
In this scene, Hester Prynne is released from jail before she faces her punishment: the humiliation of being
publicly denounced and interrogated while she stands on a platform in the town marketplace. At the beginning
of this scene, several of the women of the town are exchanging their opinions about this punishment.
“Goodwives,” said a hard-featured dame of
fifty, “I’ll tell ye a piece of my mind. It would be
greatly for the public behoof, if we women, being of
mature age and church-members in good repute,
5 should have the handling of such malefactresses as
this Hester Prynne. What think ye, gossips
1
? If the
hussy stood up for judgment before us five, that are
now here in a knot together, would she come off
with such a sentence as the worshipful magistrates
10 have awarded? Marry
2
, I trow not!”
“People say,” said another, “that the Reverend
Master Dimmesdale, her godly pastor, takes it very
grievously to heart that such a scandal should have
come upon his congregation.”
15 “The magistrates are God-fearing gentlemen,
but merciful overmuch—that is a truth,” added a
third autumnal matron. “At the very least, they
should have put the brand of a hot iron on Hester
Prynne’s forehead. Madam Hester would have
20 winced at that, I warrant me. But she—the naughty
baggage
3
—little will she care what they put upon the
bodice of her gown! Why, look you, she may cover it
with a brooch, or such like heathenish adornment,
and so walk the streets as brave as ever!”
25 “Ah, but,” interposed, more softly, a young
wife, holding a child by the hand, “Let her cover the
mark as she will, the pang of it will be always in her
heart.”
“What do we talk of marks and brands, whether
30 on the bodice of her gown, or the flesh of her fore-
head?” cried another female, the ugliest as well as
the most pitiless of these self-constituted judges.
“This woman has brought shame upon us all, and
ought to die. Is there not law for it? Truly there is,
35 both in the Scripture and the statute-book. Then let
the magistrates, who have made it of no effect,
thank themselves if their own wives and daughters
go astray!”
“Mercy on us, goodwife,” exclaimed a man in
40 the crowd, “is there no virtue in woman, save what
springs from a wholesome fear of the gallows? That
is the hardest word yet! Hush, now, gossips! for the
lock is turning in the prison-door, and here comes
Mistress Prynne herself.”
45 The door of the jail being flung open from
within, there appeared, in the first place, like a
black shadow emerging into sunshine, the grim and
grisly presence of the town-beadle, with a sword by
his side, and his staff of office in his hand. This
50 personage prefigured and represented in his aspect
the whole dismal severity of the Puritanic code of
1
a term of familiarity used by women
2
a light oath expressing surprise or indignation
3
a woman worthy of contempt, esp. a prostitute
law, which it was his business to administer in its
final and closest application to the offender.
Stretching forth the official staff in his left hand, he
55 laid his right upon the shoulder of a young woman,
whom he thus drew forward; until, on the threshold
of the prison-door, she repelled him, by an action
marked with natural dignity and force of character,
and stepped into the open air, as if by her own free
60 will. She bore in her arms a child, a baby of some
three months old, who winked and turned aside its
little face from the too vivid light of day; because its
existence, heretofore
4
, had brought it acquainted
only with the grey twilight of a dungeon, or other
65 darksome apartment of the prison.
When the young woman—the mother of this
child—stood fully revealed before the crowd, it
seemed to be her first impulse to clasp the infant
closely to her bosom; not so much by an impulse of
70 motherly affection, as that she might thereby
conceal a certain token, which was wrought or
fastened into her dress. In a moment, however,
wisely judging that one token of her shame would
but poorly serve to hide another, she took the baby
75 on her arm, and, with a burning blush, and yet a
haughty smile, and a glance that would not be
abashed, looked around at her townspeople and
neighbors. On the breast of her gown, in fine red
cloth, surrounded with an elaborate embroidery and
80 fantastic flourishes of gold thread, appeared the
letter A. It was so artistically done, and with so
much fertility and gorgeous luxuriance of fancy, that
it had all the effect of a last and fitting decoration
to the apparel which she wore; and which was of a
85 splendor in accordance with the taste of the age,
but greatly beyond what was allowed by the sumptu-
ary
5
regulations of the colony.
The young woman was tall, with a figure of
perfect elegance on a large scale. She had dark and
90 abundant hair, so glossy that it threw off the sun-
shine with a gleam, and a face which, besides being
beautiful from regularity of feature and richness of
complexion, had the impressiveness belonging to a
marked brow and deep black eyes. She was ladylike,
95 too, after the manner of the feminine gentility of
those days; characterized by a certain state and
dignity, rather than by the delicate, evanescent,
and indescribable grace, which is now recognized as
its indication. And never had Hester Prynne ap-
100 peared more ladylike, in the antique interpretation
of the term, than as she issued from the prison.
Those who had before known her, and had expected
4
up to now; up to this time (“hitherto”)
5
related to personal expenditures and intended to
keep people from being extravagant