The Octoroon; or, Life in Louisiana. A Play in Five actsBoucicault, Dion
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The Octoroon; or, Life in Louisiana. A Play in Five acts
Boucicault, Dion
Enslaved persons -- Drama; Louisiana -- Drama; Love -- Drama; Plantations -- Drama; Racially mixed women -- Drama; Slavery -- Drama
_Pete._ What's de use of your takin' it kind, and comfortin' de
missus heart, if Minnie dere, and Louise, and Marie, and Julie is to
spile it?
_Minnie._ We won't, Pete; we won't.
_Pete._ [_To the men._] Dar, do ye hear dat, ye mis'able darkies, dem
gals is worth a boat load of kinder men dem is. Cum, for de pride of
de family, let every darky look his best for the judge's sake--dat
ole man so good to us, and dat ole woman--so dem strangers from New
Orleans shall say, Dem's happy darkies, dem's a fine set of niggars;
every one say when he's sold, "Lor' bless dis yer family I'm gwine
out of, and send me as good a home."
_Omnes._ We'll do it, Pete; we'll do it.
_Pete._ Hush! hark! I tell ye dar's somebody in dar. Who is it?
_Grace._ It's Missy Zoe. See! see!
_Pete._ Come along; she har what we say, and she's cryin' for us.
None o' ye ign'rant niggars could cry for yerselves like dat. Come
here quite; now quite. [_Exit_ Pete _and all the_ Negroes, _slowly,_
R. U. E.
_Enter_ Zoe [_supposed to have overheard the last scene_], L. U. E.
_Zoe._ O! must I learn from these poor wretches how much I owed, how
I ought to pay the debt? Have I slept upon the benefits I received,
and never saw, never felt, never knew that I was forgetful and
ungrateful? O, my father! my dear, dear father! forgive your poor
child. You made her life too happy, and now these tears will be. Let
me hide them till I teach my heart. O, my--my heart! [Exit, with a
low, wailing, suffocating cry, L. U. E.
_Enter_ M'Closky, Lafouche, Jackson, Sunnyslde, _and_ Pointdexter,
R. U. E.
_Point._ [_Looking at watch._] Come, the hour is past. I think we may
begin business. Where is Mr. Scudder? Jackson, I want to get to
Ophelensis to-night.
_Enter_ Dora, R.
_Dora._ Father, come here.
_Sunny._ Why, Dora, what's the matter? Your eyes are red.
_Dora._ Are they? thank you. I don't care, they were blue this
morning, but it don't signify now.
_Sunny._ My darling! who has been teasing you?
_Dora._ Never mind. I want you to buy Terrebonne.
_Sunny._ Buy Terrebonne! What for?
_Dora._ No matter--buy it!
_Sunny._ It will cost me all I'm worth. This is folly, Dora.
_Dora._ Is my plantation at Comptableau worth this?
_Sunny._ Nearly--perhaps.
_Dora._ Sell it, then, and buy this.
_Sunny._ Are you mad, my love?
_Dora._ Do you want me to stop here and bid for it?
_Sunny._ Good gracious! no.
_Dora._ Then I'll do it, if you don't.
_Sunny._ I will! I will! But for Heaven's sake go--here comes the
crowd. [_Exit_ Dora, L. U. E.] What on earth does that child mean or
want?
_Enter_ Scudder, George, Ratts, Caillou, Pete, Grace, Minnie, _and
all the Negroes. A large table is in the_ C., _at back._ Pointdexter
mounts the table with his hammer, his Clerk sits at his feet. The
Negro mounts the table from behind_ C. _The Company sit._
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