De turkey and de law : $b A comedy in three actsHurston, Zora Neale
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De turkey and de law : $b A comedy in three acts
Hurston, Zora Neale
African Americans -- Drama; American drama
WALTER
Aw Lord, you ain't no mo' good now. But Ah don't blame you, Dave, she
looks warm.
(Enter Daisy right with a scarlet hibiscus over each ear and smiling
broadly.)
LIGE
(jumps down and takes Daisy by the arm) Come on up here, Daisy and
ease Dave's pain. He's so crazy 'bout you his heart 'bout to burn a
hole in his shirt. (She steps up on the porch)
DAVE
(Bashfully) Aw, y'all gwan. Ah kin talk.
DAISY
(Arms akimbo, impudently) Oh kin you? (She gets up close to Dave)
DAVE
(Pleased) You better git way from me fore Jim come long.
DAISY
(Coquettishly) Ain't you man enough to cover de ground you stand
on?
DAVE
Oh, Ah can back my crap! Don't worry 'bout me. Where you headed for?
DAISY
Where _you_ goin? (Audaciously)
DAVE
Out by de cypress swamp to kill us uh turkey. Its uh great big ole
gobbler--been slurring me fer six months. Ahm gointer git him today
for you, and yo' mama gointer cook him.
DAISY
Ah sho would love the ham of turkey.
DAVE
(Patting his gun barrel) Well me an' ole Hannah sho gointer git you
one. Look here, Daisy, will you choose uh bag of ground peas?
DAISY
I jus love goobers
DAVE
(Sticking out his right elbow) You lak chicken?
DAISY
Yeah
DAVE
Take uh wing. (She locks arms with him and they strut inside the
store.)
LIGE
Ah blieve dat fool is got some gumption. Jim Weston better watch out.
WALTER
Oh I ain't never figgered Dave was no fool. He's uh bottom fish. Jim
talks all de time but Dave will run him uh hot--here he come now.
(Looks off left. All look the same way.)
LUM
Lawd, don't he look mean? (She chuckles) Ah bet he know Daisy's here
wid Dave. Ah wouldn't take nothin' for dis.
(Enter Jim Weston left with a guitar looking very glum. He stops
beside the step for a moment. Takes off his hat and fans with it.)
JIM
Howdy do, folks.
ALL
Howdy do, Jim.
JIM
Don't do all they say. (He sees the gun leaning against the rail) Who
gun dat? (Points at the gun)
LIGE
You know so well whose gun dat is. Ah jus' heard him say he's goin out
to git his gal uh ham of a turkey gobbler out round de cypress swamp.
He's inside now treatin her to penders and candy. (He winks at the
others and they wink back)
WALTER
(Turns and calls into the store) Say, Dave! Don't try to keep Daisy in
dere all day. Her feller out here waitin to scorch her home.
DAVE (from inside store)
Let him come git her if she want him.
LIGE
Umph! dere now, de mule done kicked Rucker! (Calls inside to Dave) I
hear you crowin, rooster. I know yo' nest aint far.
HAMBO
(From inside store) Yeah, dis rooster must know something--he's gittin
plenty grit in his craw.
(General laughter)
(There is a gay burst of laughter from inside the store. In a moment
Dave enters from the store with Daisy on his left arm. With his right
he is stuffing shells into his pocket. The air is tense. Lindsay,
Hambo and Joe Clarke all enter behind the couple)
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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