You! Dora. Mrs. Pey. To Jacob M'Closky, the Octoroon girl, Zoe, twenty-five thousand dollars. Mrs. P.Hospitality in Europe is a courtesy; here, it is an obligation. he does not know, he does not know! No, sar; nigger nebber cut stick on Terrebonne; dat boy's dead, sure. M'Closky. You made her life too happy, and now these tears will be. M'Closky. They are gone!---[*Glancing at*George.] O, forgive him and me! Peyton.]. I'm not guilty; would ye murder me? See here---there's a small freight of turpentine in the fore hold there, and one of the barrels leaks; a spark from your engines might set the ship on fire, and you'd go with it. In comparison, a quadroon would have one quarter African ancestry and a mulatto for the most part has historically implied half African ancestry. "Madam, we are instructed by the firm of Mason and Co., to inform you that a dividend of forty per cent, is payable on the 1st proximo, this amount in consideration of position, they send herewith, and you will find enclosed by draft to your order, on the Bank of Louisiana, which please acknowledge---the balance will be paid in full, with interest, in three, six, and nine months---your drafts on Mason Brothers at those dates will be accepted by La Palisse and Compagnie, N. O., so that you may command immediate use of the whole amount at once, if required. You got four of dem dishes ready. Mrs. P.[R.] No, George; your uncle said to me with his dying breath, "Nellie, never leave Terrebonne," and I never will leave it, till the law compels me. Dem doctors ain't no 'count; dey don't know nuffin. Scad. Hush! [R. C.] Pardon me, madam, but do you know these papers? Dora. [Returning with rifle.] M'Closky. I'll bear it. So it is here, in the wilds of the West, where our hatred of crime is measured by the speed of our executions---where necessity is law! Ratts. George. Fifteen thousand. How can you ask that vulgar ruffian to your table? George, you know not what you say. ExitScudderandPete,R.1. George. Here we are on the selvage of civilization. me! [Brings hammer down.] Scud. Just as McClosky points out the blood on Wahnotee's tomahawk, the oldest slave, Pete, comes to give them the photographic plate which has captured McClosky's deed. they call it the Yankee hugging the Creole. burn! Come, Miss Dora, let me offer you my arm. How can she then ask her father to free me? Pete. M'Closky. Paul. [Makes sign thatPaulwas killed by a blow on the head.]. And we all ExitSolon,R.U.E.] Dem little niggers is a judgment upon dis generation. Will ye? Well, he cut that for the photographing line. Now fix yourself. I know then that the boy was killed with that tomahawk---the red-skin owns it---the signs of violence are all round the shed---this apparatus smashed---ain't it plain that in a drunken fit he slew the boy, and when sober concealed the body yonder? I the sharer of your sorrows---your wife. Zoe. Point. All night, as I fled through the cane-brake, I heard footsteps behind me. I've got four plates ready, in case we miss the first shot. I want you to buy Terrebonne. Scud. I will! That boy and the Indian have gone down to the landing for the post-bags; they'll idle on the way as usual; my mare will take me across the swamp, and before they can reach the shed, I'll have purified them bags---ne'er a letter shall show this mail. [Shakes hands withGeorge.] Dora. An extremely beautiful young slave girl, who is treated like a member of the family, Zoe is kind, generous, and adored by every man who lays eyes on her. Zoe. Frank Capra, If you wish to achieve worthwhile things in your personal and career life, you must become a worthwhile person in your own self-development. I'll murder this yer crowd, [*He chases*Childrenabout; they leap over railing at back. *Re-enter*Lafouche,R.,with smashed apparatus. Ain't he! [*Gives her coffee-pot to hold, and hobbles off, followed bySolonand*Dido,R.U.E.], Sunny. Yes, we do, ma'am; it's in a darned bad condition. Yes, I love you---I did not know it until your words showed me what has been in my heart; each of them awoke a new sense, and now I know how unhappy---how very unhappy I am. My home, my home! you remind me so much of your uncle, the judge. Scene.---The Wharf, The Steamer "Magnolia" alongside,L.;a bluff rock,R.U.E. Ratts*discovered, superintending the loading of ship. When you get discouraged or depressed, try changing your attitude from negative to positive and see how life can change for you. Quotations by Branden Jacobs-Jenkins, American Playwright, Born December 29, 1984. I love one who is here, and he loves me---George. Ho! Hillo, darkey, hand me a smash dar. Scud. Come, form a court then, choose a jury---we'll fix this varmin. Just click the "Edit page" button at the bottom of the page or learn more in the Quotes submission guide. Ratts. When Paul was taken down with the swamp fever the Indian sat outside the hut, and neither ate, slept, or spoke for five days, till the child could recognize and call him to his bedside. Beat that any of ye. Ratts. George. [Sits,R. C.]. why were you not my son---you are so like my dear husband. I have come to say good-by, sir; two hard words---so hard, they might break many a heart; mightn't they? look at these fingers; do you see the nails are of a bluish tinge? Just turn your face a leetle this way---fix your---let's see---look here. I left it last night all safe. Of course not, you little fool; no one ever made love to you, and you can't understand; I mean, that George knows I am an heiress; my fortune would release this estate from debt. He has a strange way of showing it. He didn't ought to bid against a lady. Scud. In a few hours that man, my master, will come for me; he has paid my price, and he only consented to let me remain here this one night, because Mrs. Peyton promised to give me up to him to-day. Scud. Pete. Liverpool post mark. | Sitemap |. Omnes. Those little flowers can live, but I cannot. No---no. Not lawful---no---but I am going to where there is no law---where there is only justice. *], [Light fires.---Draw flats and discoverPaul'sgrave.---M'Closky*dead on top of it.---Wahnoteestanding triumphantly over him.*]. O! I can never sleep now without dreaming. Dat's what her soul's gwine to do. You seem already familiar with the names of every spot on the estate. Whoever said so lied. Author: Dahlia Lithwick. Dat you drink is fust rate for red fever. Dear George, you now see what a miserable thing I am. Scud. I am free! my life, my happy life; why has it been so bright? I had but one Master on earth, and he has given me my freedom! It wants an hour yet to daylight---here is Pete's hut---[Knocks.] if you cannot be mine, O, let me not blush when I think of you. Scud. He's yours, Mr. George Peyton. Make bacon of me, you young whelp. Well, he has the oddest way of making love. M'Closky. *EnterPete, Grace, Minnie, Solon, Dido,and all*Niggers,R.U.E. Pete. M'Closky. EnterZoe,L.U.E.,very pale, and stands on table.---M'Closkyhitherto has taken no interest in the sale, now turns his chair. Scud. She has had the education of a lady. yar, you Wahnotee! Paul. "Ma'am, your nose drawed it. And dar's de 'paratus---O, gosh, if I could take a likeness ob dis child! Pete. Point. Dora. Alas! "I'm afraid to die; yet I am more afraid to live," Zoe says, asking Dido to "protect me from that mando let me die without pain" (70). Then buy the hands along with the property. Go it, if you're a mind to. [Weeping.] Pete. Zoe. George. Mrs. P.But it may be years yet before it will be paid off, if ever. But the creditors will not claim the gal? Yes; you was the first to hail Judge Lynch. We are catching fire forward; quick, set free from the shore. Hold on, George Peyton---stand back. In an act of desperation she drinks a vial of poison, and Scudder enters to deliver the good news that McClosky was proven guilty of murdering Paul and that Terrebonne now belongs to George. That one black drop of blood burns in her veins and lights up her heart like a foggy sun. [Darts between them.] O! [*ExitM'Closkyand*Pointdexter,R.U.E. Scud. Scud. Zoe. Bless his dear old handwriting, it's all I ever saw of him. M'Closky. It makes my blood so hot I feel my heart hiss. And twenty thousand bid. if I had you one by one, alone in the swamp, I'd rip ye all. laws a massey! [M'Closky*lowers his hand. You can't control everything in life Gemma Burgess, Never had he beheld such a magnificent brown skin, so entrancing a figure, such dainty, transparent fingers. M'Closky. M'Closkyruns off,L.1. George Peyton returns to the United States from a trip to France to find that the plantation he has inherited is in dire financial straits as a result of his late uncle's beneficence. My dear mother---Mr. Scudder---you teach me what I ought to do; if Miss Sunnyside will accept me as I am, Terrebonne shall be saved; I will sell myself, but the slaves shall be protected. Shan't I! Scud. See, I'm calm. I must launch my dug-out, and put for the bay, and in a few hours I shall be safe from pursuit on board of one of the coasting schooners that run from Galveston to Matagorda. M'Closky. I'm gwine! Dora. No, sar; but dem vagabonds neber take de 'specable straight road, dey goes by de swamp. What say ye, gentlemen? Paul. [Raises hammer.] Scud. George. It was that rascal M'Closky---but he got rats, I avow---he killed the boy, Paul, to rob this letter from the mail-bags---the letter from Liverpool you know---he sot fire to the shed---that was how the steamboat got burned up. For the first time, twenty-five thousand---last time! thank you. Scud. One morning dey swarmed on a sassafras tree in de swamp, and I cotched 'em all in a sieve.---dat's how dey come on top of dis yearth---git out, you,---ya, ya! You're bidding to separate them, Judge. Zoe. [Laughs.]. Be the first to contribute! Here then, I'll put back these Peytons in Terrebonne, and they shall know you done it; yes, they'll have you to thank for saving them from ruin. *EnterPaul,wrestling with*Wahnotee,R.3. Sunny. You've made me cry, then, and I hate you both! [Opens desk.] I don't think you capable of anything else than---. New York, NY, Ages 12-17: Camp Broadway Ensemble @ Carnegie Hall Dora. she look as though she war gwine to have a tooth drawed! I didn't know whether they are completely honest. Guess they nebber was born---dem tings! No; a weakness, that's all---a little water. Zoe. Mrs. P.Yes, there is a hope left yet, and I cling to it. I don't like that man. Darn me, if I couldn't raise thirty thousand on the envelope alone, and ten thousand more on the post-mark. All Rights Reserved. [*Goes*L.] Paul reste el! ain't that a pooty gun. [Enters house.]. Excuse me, I'll light a cigar. Gain full access to show guides, character breakdowns, auditions, monologues and more! Paul's best friend, the Indian Wahnotee, discovers Paul's body; he can speak only poor English, however, and is unable to communicate the tragedy to anyone else. I tell ye, 't'ain't so---we can't do it---we've got to be sold---, Pete. E.---Wahnoteefaces him.---Fight---buss. M'Closky. Some of those sirens of Paris, I presume, [Pause.] D'ye call running away from a fellow catching him? It carried that easy on mortgage. the bags are mine---now for it!---[Opens mail-bags.] Mr. Scudder, I've listened to a great many of your insinuations, and now I'd like to come to an understanding what they mean. I'm afraid to die; yet I am more afraid to live. Away with him---put him down the aft hatch, till we rig his funeral. Paul. Haven't you worked like a horse? What's here---judgments? It's dem black trash, Mas'r George; dis ere property wants claring; dem's getting too numerous round; when I gets time I'll kill some on 'em, sure! He loves me---what of that? Paul. Mrs. P.Why, George, I never suspected this! Are they? Wahnotee Patira na sepau assa wigiran. Why, I was dreaming---curse it! Pete. He's going to do an heroic act; don't spile it. The world, Zoe, the free struggle of minds and hands, if before me; the education bestowed on me by my dear uncle is a noble heritage which no sheriff can seize; with that I can build up a fortune, spread a roof over the heads I love, and place before them the food I have earned; I will work---. Yes---when I saw him and Miss Zoe galloping through the green sugar crop, and doing ten dollars' worth of damage at every stride, says I, how like his old uncle he do make the dirt fly. for, darn me, if I can find out. [Music. [Advances.] You love George; you love him dearly; I know it: and you deserve to be loved by him. Ho! Let me be sold then, that I may free his name. Says he'll go if I'll go with him. Zoe. [Smiling.] [They get on table.]. I got my first tennis racket on my seventh birthday. Ah! I fetch as much as any odder cook in Louisiana. Forgive him, Dora; for he knew no better until I told him. Good morning, Mr. Sunnyside; Miss Dora, your servant. I'll gib it you! ], George. Dido. Scud. Ratts. What, on Terrebonne? George. Stephen King, I have a feeling that demonstrations don't accomplish anything. George. Top The Octoroon Quotes I will be thirty years old again in thirty seconds. You p'tend to be sorry for Paul, and prize him like dat. Point. D'ye hear it---nearer---nearer---ah! You told me it produced a long, long sleep. Do you know what that is? Zoe. Uh---uh, let's have a peep. Zoe. You nasty, lying Injiun! I shan't interfere. [*Exit*Thibodeaux, Sunnyside, Ratts, Pointdexter, Grace, Jackson, Lafouche, Caillou, Solon,R.U.E. Scud. Aunt, when he died, two years ago, I read over those letters of his, and if I didn't cry like a baby---. See also Here, you tell it, since you know it. Zoe. Pete. Mrs. P.Yes; the firm has recovered itself, and I received a notice two months ago that some settlement might be anticipated. George. [C.] My dear aunt, why do you not move from this painful scene? She didn't mind how kind old judge was to her; and Solon, too, he'll holler, and break de ole lady's heart. This is folly, Dora. [Aside.] My father gives me freedom---at least he thought so. Their presence keeps alive the reproach against me that I ruined them; yet, if this money should come. Would you now? Mr. Sunnyside, I can't do this job of showin' round the folks; my stomach goes agin it. I'm on you like a painter, and when I'm drawed out I'm pizin. Cut, cut the rope---I choke---choke!---Ah! Sunny. [Wahnotee*runs on, pulls down apron---seesPaul,lying on ground--- speaks to him---thinks he's shamming sleep---gesticulates and jabbers--- goes to him---moves him with feet, then kneels down to rouse him---to his horror finds him dead---expresses great grief---raises his eyes--- they fall upon the camera---rises with savage growl, seizes tomahawk and smashes camera to pieces, then goes toPaul---expresses grief, sorrow, and fondness, and takes him in his arms to carry him away.--- Tableau.*]. I've got engaged eight hundred bales at the next landing, and one hundred hogsheads of sugar at Patten's Slide---that'll take my guards under---hurry up thar. Go with Dora to Sunnyside. Be the first to contribute! I bid seven thousand, which is the last dollar this family possesses. M'Closky. The poetry and the songs that you are suppose to write, I believe are in your heart. Save me---save me! George. Mrs. P.Ah! Bah! You be darned! The last word, an important colloquialism, was misread by the typesetter of the play. [Outside,R.] Whar's Missus---whar's Mas'r George? You may drink dat, Mas'r George. Ten miles we've had to walk, because some blamed varmin onhitched our dug-out. [R. C.] That's my son---buy him, Mas'r Ratts; he's sure to sarve you well. [Conceals himself.]. I listen dar jess now---dar was ole lady cryin'---Mas'r George---ah! I also feel that demonstrations wouldn't go on unless there is a TV camera. Pete. "But, sir, it ain't agreeable." The first lot on here is the estate in block, with its sugar-houses, stock, machines, implements, good dwelling-houses and furniture. Synopsis. [Searching him.] Gosh, wouldn't I like to hab myself took! Bless'ee, Missey Zoe, here it be. One of them is prepared with a self-developing liquid that I've invented. "Sign that," says the overseer; "it's only a formality." 3, Pete, a house servant. [Fire seen,R.]. how can you say so? Whar's Paul, Wahnotee? Zoe, they shall not take you from us while I live. Your birth---I know it. Missey Zoe! O! Be the first to contribute! Pete, as you came here, did you pass Paul and the Indian with the letter-bags? Mrs. P.Poor child! Point. ", Zoe. Pete. go on. she will har you. I can go no farther. Scud. George, dear George, do you love me? Will you hush? Dora, you are right. Dido. Come along; she har what we say, and she's cryin' for us. "When she goes along, she just leaves a streak of love behind her. PART ONE: The estate of Terrebonne, in Louisiana, had been heavily mortgaged by the owner, Judge Payton, who, when he died, left the estate to his brother's widow and her son George, making Mrs. Peyton the guardian of Zoe, his natural daughter by a quadroon. George. he's allers in for it. Here she is---Zoe!---water---she faints. M'Closky,Why not? Scud. Scud. Ratts. I have a restorative here---will you poor it in the glass? the rat's out. Scud. Zoe. Scud. Because, Miss Sunnyside, I have not learned to lie. You're trembling so, you'll fall down directly. Sunny. I say, then, air you honest men? He gone down to de landing last night wid Mas'r Scudder; not come back since---kint make it out. Here are evidences of the crime; this rum-bottle half emptied---this photographic apparatus smashed---and there are marks of blood and footsteps around the shed. When I am dead she will not be jealous of your love for me, no laws will stand between us. Scud. Point. So! Then I'd like to hire a lady to go to auction and buy my hands. Zoe. Raits. Let her pass! M'Closky. hark! Closky tue Paul---kill de child with your tomahawk dar; 'twasn't you, no---ole Pete allus say so. The earth has been stirred here lately. I believe Mr. M'Closky has a bill of sale on them. George. Sunny. Scud. [Aside,C.] Insolent as usual.---[Aloud.] She nebber was 'worth much 'a dat nigger. Give us evidence. I don't know; she may as well hear the hull of it. Dora, oblivious to George's lack of affection for her, enlists Zoe's help to win him over. M'Closky. Be the first to contribute! Guess that you didn't leave anything female in Europe that can lift an eyelash beside that gal. Scud. Zoe. Stop! Let him answer for the boy, then. To be alive is to be breathing. Wahnotee tracks him down and confronts him; in the ensuing struggle, Wahnotee kills McClosky. [M'Closky*strikes him on the head---he falls dead.*]. That judgment still exists; under it and others this estate is sold to-day. [Wahnotee*sits*L.,rolled in blanket.]. Scud. stan' round thar! What, Mr. Ratts, are you going to invest in swamps? ], Paul. Sunny. She's won this race agin the white, anyhow; it's too late now to start her pedigree. [Sighing.] But don't mount to nuffin---kin work cannel. I couldn't bear to see him put to work. Sunnyside, how good you are; so like my poor Peyton. | Contact Us war's de crowd gone? twit him on his silence and abstraction---I'm sure it's plain enough, for he has not spoken two words to me all the day; then joke round the subject, and at last speak out. [Knocks.] Now, den, if Grace dere wid her chil'n were all sold, she'll begin screechin' like a cat. [ExitMrs. PeytonandSunnysideto house. Jackson. We've caught this murdering Injiun, and are going to try him. what are you doing there, you young varmint! Aunty, there is sickness up at the house; I have been up all night beside one who suffers, and I remembered that when I had the fever you gave me a drink, a bitter drink, that made me sleep---do you remember it? All. If there is no bid for the estate and stuff, we'll sell it in smaller lots. Sunny. 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