Goat Alley: A Tragedy of Negro LifeCulbertson, Ernest Howard
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Goat Alley: A Tragedy of Negro Life
Culbertson, Ernest Howard
African Americans -- Drama; American drama -- 20th century; Tragedies (Drama); Washington (D.C.) -- Drama
W’en--w’en?
LUCY BELLE
Aftah Ed leaves me. Yo’s in Atlanta.
SAM
An’ yo’ stick yere?
LUCY BELLE
I was ha’f sick--an’ did’n’ have no money. He--he had me so scar’t I
was neah crazy.
SAM (_in anguish_)
Gawd--!
LUCY BELLE
Ha’f-out-a mah haid, honey--did’n’ know w’at I was doin’--
SAM
Took up wid de wust niggah in de worl’--!
LUCY BELLE
I--I could’n’ help it--’deed I could’n’!
SAM
Swo’ I nevah touch anathin’ or anabody dat he lay a fingah on.
LUCY BELLE
Dat’s de reason I ain’ said nuffin’.
SAM (_bitterly_)
I reckon it is!
LUCY BELLE
I knowed how yo’ hate him.
SAM (_harshly_)
Dey don’ come no wuss.
LUCY BELLE
Treat me like a dog!
SAM
W’at kin’-a crazy fool is yo’?
LUCY BELLE
I done tol’ yo’. I was down an’ out--an’ scar’t ter deaf.
SAM (_shaking his head_)
Took up wid him--!
LUCY BELLE
I know, I know--
SAM
Why did’n’ yo’ kill him?
LUCY BELLE
Gawd, I wan’ed ter--!
SAM
Why did’n’ yo’?
LUCY BELLE
Ev’y day I prays dat yo’ would come back. An’ I thinks ’bout yo’ all
de time. Sam-boy, honey-baby, dey ain’ nevah been anabody but yo’--an’
nevah will be! (_Stretching out her arms to him._) W’en yo’ come back
it seem too good ter be true.
SAM
Wish I nevah come back.
LUCY BELLE
Don’ say dat, Sam--don’--!
SAM
Whar was yo’ livin’--?
LUCY BELLE
Carter Street.
SAM
An’ he come ter yo’ dere?
LUCY BELLE
Yas.
SAM
An’ yo’ let’s him stay.
LUCY BELLE
Had ter--. (_Sam gives a short, savage laugh._) I--I only done w’at
oder gals would-a done--ef dey been in mah place. I gits away de fust
good chanct I gits.
SAM
How long yo’ live wid him?
LUCY BELLE
’Bout yeah-an’-a-ha’f. (_In tender, appealing tones._) Honey-baby, I
loves yo’--an’ I’se loved yo’ all de time--right from de fust. Yo’
knows I is! W’en me an’ yo’ hooks up yere--yo’ say w’at is pas’ is
pas’! Don’ yo’ membah--? (_Sam nods._) An’ yo’ say dat yo’ ain’ been no
angel--an’ yo’ knows I ain’--
SAM
Did’n’ know yo’d been tied up ter anabody like Jeff.
LUCY BELLE
I done tol’ yo’ why I did’n’ say nuffin’. Oh, Sam-boy, I ain’ nevah
come back at yo’ ’bout ole Lizzie Gibbs. I don’ hol’ dat agin yo’--even
ef she do blackguard an’ lie on me. I ain’ nevah said nuffin’ ter yo’
’bout it. Is I?
SAM
No.
LUCY BELLE
Den don’ hol’ dis agin me. It all happen fo’ me an’ yo’ hook up fo’
good. It’s pas’ an’ gone. Fo’give me. I ain’ nevah gwine ter keep
nuffin’ back agin. Fo’give me, honey-baby--please fo’give me?
SAM (_takes her in his arms and kisses her passionately_)
Mah lil’ baby budigee!
LUCY BELLE
Yo’ does fo’give me, don’ yo’?
SAM
Yas, yas--!
LUCY BELLE
I knowed yo’ would.
SAM
Ef yo’ evah has anathin’ ter do wid anoder niggah I’se gwine ter kill
yo’!
LUCY BELLE
No, no, Sam--nevah agin--! Don’ yo’ worry--!
SAM (_with passionate fervor_)
I loves yo’ bettah den anathin’ in de worl’--!
LUCY BELLE (_ecstatically_)
Sam-boy budigee!
SAM
I wants ter go on wukkin’ fo’ yo’--
LUCY BELLE
Honey-baby!
SAM
An’ w’en anathin’ like dis come up--
LUCY BELLE
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