There is no one left in Salem that I love.
Tituba: You can stop him.
Cotton: That's madness. What could I possibly do that an army cannot?
Tituba: Your love may conquer all.
Cotton: There is no one left in Salem that I love.
Tituba: Not yet. Your love still sleeps like we all once slept in our mother's womb.
Cotton: A child? My child.