Herrick has been drinking.
Herrick: Why, Mr. Parris command me, sir. I cannot deny him.
Danforth: Are you drunk, Marshal?
Herrick: No, sir; it is a bitter night, and I have no fire here.
Danforth, containing his anger: Fetch Mr. Parris.
Herrick: Aye, sir.
Danforth: There is a prodigious stench in this place.
Herrick: I have only now cleared the people out for you.
Danforth: Beware hard drink, Marshal.