Granny Maumee; The rider of dreams; Simon the Cyrenian : $b Plays for a negro theaterTorrence, Ridgely
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Granny Maumee; The rider of dreams; Simon the Cyrenian : $b Plays for a negro theater
Torrence, Ridgely
African Americans -- Drama
[_Seating herself and growing suddenly very still as though listening._]
Yo’re right. Time’s up, de houah is heah an’ de chile is neah. I feels
hit. Run an’ open de do’. Sapphie mus’ be comin’ up de paf. Mek ready. I
feel my noo man chile neah me.
[_PEARL goes out doorway at left. After a moment she and
SAPPHIE enter without the baby. GRANNY stands up._]
SAPPHIE
[_Going forward hesitatingly to GRANNY._] Granny Maumee.
GRANNY
Give ’im heah in deze ahms.
SAPPHIE
I lay him in yutheh room. I want to see you.
GRANNY
Fetch ’im.
SAPPHIE
Aint you glad to have me back?
GRANNY
Fetch de babe, be swif! [_PEARL motions to Sapphie; she goes out to get
the baby._]
PEARL
Her man, he couldn’t come with her.
GRANNY
No diffunce. I bless de man an’ wish ’im well, he’s su’ved his puhpose,
but he ain’ none er ouah blood. De boy babe’s de chief un. [_SAPPHIE
enters with the baby._] Give ’im heah, be swif’.
[_SAPPHIE hesitatingly lays the child in GRANNY’S outstretched
arms. As she does so a strange reaction, like an electrical
shock, seems to overtake the old woman. She holds out the child
as though she would give it back. After a moment, however, she
presses it to her breast, rocking back and forth and crooning
to it._]
Babe, man babe-um, er noo man, er puore-blood man raise’ up atter all dem
gals. Sam kin res’ now. ’Caze w’y— [_She begins to chant._] ’caze er noo
man bin raise up an’ he shill lay hol’ er de stahs an’ th’ow um down fer
vingince. He shill be er ’stroyin’ fieh er heavum tuh roll ergin de hell
fieh w’ut dey lit fer Sam an’ quinch hit out fuheveh. De wrath er Gawd
shill be wif ’im an’ de w’ite blood shill puhvail no more ergin ’im. De
sun an’ moon shill rise no mo’ on my house an’ fin’ on’y gals, ’caze we
got er puore-blood man fer to gyard an’ carry us on.
[_From time to time during her words she has paused and bent
intently over the baby, striving to see it._]
An’ my King’ll not keep de cuss on me now an’ leave me go down to de
grave wifouten sight er you, my babe-um. Dese eyes shill yit behole.
[_She rises with the child in her arms._] Go on out er heah, Puhl
an’ Sapphie, lemme be alone now wif my babe. [_She waves them out
imperiously._]
PEARL
Whuffo’?
GRANNY
I wan’s ter see dis chile befo’ I dies.
PEARL
Why, Granny Maumee, your eyes is swiveled up with the fire. You couldn’t
see.
GRANNY
Go. I won’ be long.
PEARL
[_To SAPPHIE._] Come on, don’t cross her.
SAPPHIE
[_Whispering._] I’m ’fraid—
PEARL
You know she couldn’t—— [_They go out doorway at left._]
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