Top a bit! Don't b'lieve it, Mas'r George; dem black tings never was born at all; dey swarmed one mornin' on a sassafras tree in the swamp: I cotched 'em; dey ain't no 'count. Good day, ma'am. O, you wanted evidence---you called for proof---Heaven has answered and convicted you. war's de crowd gone? I'd cut my throat---or yours---yours I'd prefer. Mrs. P.Zoe, dear, I'm glad to see you more calm this morning. Point. When you get discouraged or depressed, try changing your attitude from negative to positive and see how life can change for you. George---George---hush---they come! Here we are on the selvage of civilization. Dora. Scud. Do you mean that I'm a pig? Ha, ha! But out it flew, free for everybody or anybody to beg, borrow, or steal. Here, stay! George. Scud. Scud. O, Zoe! Could you see the roots of my hair you would see the same dark, fatal mark. Mrs. P.Yes; the firm has recovered itself, and I received a notice two months ago that some settlement might be anticipated. [2] Among antebellum melodramas, it was considered second in popularity only to Uncle Tom's Cabin (1852).[3]. Dido. Haven't you worked like a horse? There are no witnesses but a rum bottle and an old machine. you stan' dar, I see you Ta demine usti. What more d'ye want---ain't that proof enough? Author: Mike Watt. if this is so, she's mine! I'm waiting on your fifty thousand bid. O, I have not spoiled that anyhow. O! Wahnotee tracks him down and confronts him; in the ensuing struggle, Wahnotee kills McClosky. Zoe! 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. Yes; you was the first to hail Judge Lynch. Let me be sold then, that I may free his name. Scud. Pete. Zoe. Zoe. Is de folks head bad? EnterPaul,R.U.E.,withIndian,who goes up. Don't be afraid; it ain't going for that, Judge. [Aside to Sunnyside.] [Sitting,R. C.] A pretty mess you've got this estate in---. Ratts. M'Closky overhears their conversation, but still vows he'll "have her if it costs [him] [his] life" (44). What's dat? What! Zoe. [falls on her knees, with her face in her hands] no---no master, but one. Ratts. Ay, ay! The Octoroon is appropriately considered a sensation drama, though it received the label retrospectively. [Sits,R.], Dora. No, no! Paul. Yonder the boy still lurks with those mail-bags; the devil still keeps him here to tempt me, darn his yellow skin. Come, form a court then, choose a jury---we'll fix this varmin. A draft for eighty-five thousand dollars, and credit on Palisse and Co., of New Orleans, for the balance. Zoe, they shall not take you from us while I live. Two hundred and forty-nine times! Mrs. P.George, I can't spare Paul for an hour or two; he must run over to the landing; the steamer from New Orleans passed up the river last night, and if there's a mail they have thrown it ashore. Copyright 2023 Famous Quotes & Sayings. Your own Zoe, that loves you, aunty, so much, so much.---[Gets phial.] Lynch him! Some of you niggers run and hole de hosses; and take dis, Dido. he's coming this way, fighting with his Injiun. Curse their old families---they cut me---a bilious, conceited, thin lot of dried up aristocracy. Lift me; so---[George*raises her head*]---let me look at you, that your face may be the last I see of this world. Guess it kill a dozen---nebber try. Art becomes art only when it's shared with others. I will, quicker than lightning. Why, with principal and interest this debt has been more than doubled in twenty years. I won't hear a word! O, Mr. Scudder! I shall never understand how to wound the feelings of any lady; and, if that is the custom here, I shall never acquire it. Scud. Ah! You will not give me to that man? [Goes up.]. Enjoy reading and share 7 famous quotes about Boucicault The Octoroon with everyone. DORA played by a white actress or an actress who can pass as white. Just click the "Edit page" button at the bottom of the page or learn more in the Quotes submission guide. Scud. Zoe. Dat's what her soul's gwine to do. 'An Octoroon' was written over about three years but premiered in 2014. So it went, till one day the judge found the tap wouldn't run. Scud. [Pete goes down.] Aunt, I will take my rifle down to the Atchafalaya. M'Closky. [On sofa,C.] George---where---where---, Zoe. Where's that man from Mobile that wanted to give one hundred and eighty thousand? When she goes along, she just leaves a streak of love behind her. Traduced! Never, aunt! Now fix yourself.
Fellow-citizens, you are convened and assembled here under a higher power than the law. Hee! Hold on, you'll see. he does not know, he does not know! Scud. Try him, then---try him on the spot of his crime. McClosky desires Zoe for himself, and when she rejects his proposition, he plots to have her sold with the rest of the slaves, for he knows that she is an octoroon and is legally part of the Terrebonne property. Hold your tongue---it must. In some form, human, or wild beast, or ghost, it has tracked me through the night. Dora. Peyton.] look at these fingers; do you see the nails are of a bluish tinge? [Draws knife.] [Shows plate. So! Yes, we do, ma'am; it's in a darned bad condition. Scud. He wanted to know what furniture she had in her bedroom, the dresses she wore, the people she knew; even his physical desire for her gave way to a deeper yearning, a boundless, aching curiosity. but her image will pass away like a little cloud that obscured your happiness a while---you will love each other; you are both too good not to join your hearts. I won't strike him, even with words. My darling! Mrs. P.O, Salem! Scud. Dora! Now's your time.---[Aloud.] George. Can you take any more? It's going up dar, whar dere's no line atween folks. Zoe. Born here! Zoe. Stan' back, boys! ", Pete. Scud. We tender food to a stranger, not because he is a gentleman, but because he is hungry. No, sar; nigger nebber cut stick on Terrebonne; dat boy's dead, sure. There's no chance of it. You got dat bottle of rum hid under your blanket---gib it up now, you---Yar! [Rushes onM'Closky---M'Closkydraws his knife.]. I arrived just too late, he had grabbed the prize as I came up. Ask him, I want to know; don't say I told you to inquire, but find out. M'Closky. I'll clear him off there---he'll never know what stunned him. *] Whenever I gets into company like yours, I always start with the advantage on my side. [*Aside to*Mrs. George, leave me! Providence has chosen your executioner. I couldn't bear to see him put to work. I think so; shall I ask him that too? that'll save her. It won't do! I have remarked that she is treated by the neighbors with a kind of familiar condescension that annoyed me. what are you doing there, you young varmint! Scud. Ratts. Zoe. this old Liverpool debt---that may cross me---if it only arrive too late---if it don't come by this mail---Hold on! I see my little Nimrod yonder, with his Indian companion. Evidence! Zoe, explain yourself---your language fills me with shapeless fears. Scud. Scud. 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. [*ExitScudderand*Mrs. Peyton,R.U.E. George. The Injiun means that he buried him there! Zoe. Zoe. that he isn't to go on fooling in his slow---. No, it ain't; because, just then, what does the judge do, but hire another overseer---a Yankee---a Yankee named Salem Scudder. Stealing a lantern, he sets fire to the steamship that had the slaves on board. Stand around and let me pass---room thar! Coute Wahnotee in omenee dit go Wahnotee, poina la fa, comb a pine tree, la revieut sala, la fa. Zoe. Sunny. I'll put the naughty parts in French. *EnterPete, Pointdexter, Jackson, Lafouche,and*Caillou,R.U.E. Pete. Scud. [*Exit*Dora,L.U.E.] What on earth does that child mean or want? [Re-enters with phial.] Mr. Scudder, good morning. Seeking 2 Actor Team for Spring
Would you rob me first, and murder me afterwards? EnterZoe,L.U.E.,very pale, and stands on table.---M'Closkyhitherto has taken no interest in the sale, now turns his chair. Scud. If he would only propose to marry me I would accept him, but he don't know that, and he will go on fooling, in his slow European way, until it is too late. [Looks off.] I see it in your face. Yes, near the quick there is a faint blue mark. M'Closky. Mr. Lafouche, why, how do you do, sir? Come, Mrs. Peyton, take my arm. Pete. Hold on yere, George Peyton; you sit down there. Paul. The Wharf---goods, boxes, and bales scattered about---a camera on stand, R. Scudder, R., Dora, L., George*andPauldiscovered;Dorabeing photographed byScudder,who is arranging photographic apparatus,GeorgeandPaullooking on at back.*. You are a white man; you'll not leave one of your own blood to be butchered by the red-skin? Darn me, if I couldn't raise thirty thousand on the envelope alone, and ten thousand more on the post-mark. Scud. You have been tried---honestly tried and convicted. I bring you news; your banker, old Lafouche, of New Orleans, is dead; the executors are winding up his affairs, and have foreclosed on all overdue mortgages, so Terrebonne is for sale. Do you know what I am? Mrs. P.Hospitality in Europe is a courtesy; here, it is an obligation. Come here quite; now quite. M'Closky. Scud. Zoe, tell Pete to give my mare a feed, will ye? Dora. how can you say so? She didn't mind how kind old judge was to her; and Solon, too, he'll holler, and break de ole lady's heart. Ratts. "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). Zoe. Pete. M'Closky. if I had you one by one, alone in the swamp, I'd rip ye all. Is there any other bid? [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.*]. | About Us Well, you wrong me. What? George. [Who has been looking about the camera.] They have realized that Paul is missing, and most believe him dead. Since this letter would allow Mrs. Peyton to avoid selling Terrebonne, McClosky kills Paul and takes the letter. Mrs. P.Ah! Dora. "No, ma'am, the truth seldom is.". Will you forgive me? Lafouche. Hugh vieu. [Dies.---George*lowers her head gently.---Kneels.---Others form picture. 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. George, you know not what you say. Gentlemen, I believe none of us have two feelings about the conduct of that man; but he has the law on his side---we may regret, but we must respect it. I say---he smoke and smoke, but nebber look out ob de fire; well knowing dem critters, I wait a long time---den he say, "Wahnotee, great chief;" den I say nothing---smoke anoder time---last, rising to go, he turn round at door, and say berry low---O, like a woman's voice, he say, "Omenee Pangeuk,"---dat is, Paul is dead---nebber see him since. If he caught the fever, were stung by a snake, or possessed of any other poisonous or unclean thing, you could pity, tend, love him through it, and for your gentle care he would love you in return. Pete. I wish to speak to you. Boucicault's manuscript actually reads "Indian, French and 'Merican." Yonder is the boy---now is my time! Don't you know that she is the natural daughter of the judge, your uncle, and that old lady thar just adored anything her husband cared for; and this girl, that another woman would a hated, she loves as if she'd been her own child. Be the first to contribute! M'Closky. Pete. Sunny. Dido. Yes, ma'am, I hold a mortgage over Terrebonne; mine's a ninth, and pretty near covers all the property, except the slaves. You told me it produced a long, long sleep. Look here; I can't stand that gal! No; Wahnotee is a gentle, honest creature, and remains here because he loves that boy with the tenderness of a woman. Scud. O! Dora. Lafouche. Hold on, George Peyton---stand back. I brought half this ruin on this family, with my all-fired improvements. Essay Topics. Subject to your life interest and an annuity to Zoe, is it not so? George. Mrs. P.No, George; say you wept like a man. Mr. Peyton! 3, Pete, a house servant. O, here he is. me! Grace. 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. Make bacon of me, you young whelp. But don't mount to nuffin---kin work cannel. New York, NY, Accessibility Statement Terms Privacy |StageAgent 2020. the rat's out. Why, judge, wasn't you lawyer enough to know that while a judgment stood against you it was a lien on your slaves? George. Scud. [M'Closky*lowers his hand. The play was adapted by Branden Jacobs-Jenkins as An Octoroon in 2014. Zoe. I'm on you like a painter, and when I'm drawed out I'm pizin. Ugh! Why don't he speak?---I mean, you feared I might not give you credit for sincere and pure feelings. Is my plantation at Comptableau worth this? go on. All hands aboard there---cut the starn ropes---give her headway! [ExitPeteand all theNegroes,slowly,R.U.E. *Enter*Zoe[supposed to have overheard the last scene], L.U.E. Zoe. EnterPete,with lantern, andScudder,with note book,R. Scud. George. Mrs. P.I expect an important letter from Liverpool; away with you, Paul; bring the mail-bags here. Stop, Zoe; come here! If you want a quarrel---. O, Miss Zoe, why you ask ole Dido for dis pizen? It's such a long time since I did this sort of thing, and this old machine has got so dirty and stiff, I'm afraid it won't operate. Dora. A puppy, if he brings any of his European airs here we'll fix him.---[Aloud.] [Sighing.] black as nigger; clar as ice. Top, you varmin! I didn't know whether they are completely honest. "Judgment, 40,000, 'Thibodeaux against Peyton,'"---surely, that is the judgment under which this estate is now advertised for sale---[takes up paper and examines it]; yes, "Thibodeaux against Peyton, 1838." Ah! McClosky, however, outbids her for Zoe; George is restrained from attacking him by his friends. O, let all go, but save them! Hold quiet, you trash o' niggers! Is the prisoner guilty, or is he not guilty? O, Zoe, my child! M'Closky. When he speaks to one he does it so easy, so gentle; it isn't bar-room style; love lined with drinks, sighs tinged with tobacco---and they say all the women in Paris were in love with him, which I feelIshall be; stop fanning me; what nice boots he wears. Why you speak so wild? I ain't no count, sar. Now don't stir. Ratts. Peyton.] What's de charge, Mas'r Scudder? faded---is it not? M'Closky. Cora, educated in Britain, returns to her fathers plantation in Louisiana to explore the truth about her mother's. Just as soon as we put this cotton on board. When George asks why, Zoe explains that she is an octoroon, and the law prevents a white man from marrying anyone with the smallest black heritage. The injiun! He's going to do an heroic act; don't spile it. Dora. With them around us, if we have not wealth, we shall at least have the home that they alone can make---. Adam had a job, a place to live, and food that he could provide for his woman. Zoe. De time he gone just 'bout enough to cook dat dish plate. What's the law? what, dem?---get away! [Takes out his knife. Sunny. Mrs. P.But it may be years yet before it will be paid off, if ever. Make an argument for each side of the slavery argument here, analyzing how the play could be read as both anti- and pro-slavery. If there is no bid for the estate and stuff, we'll sell it in smaller lots. 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. Pete, you old turkey-buzzard, saddle my mare. Sign up today to unlock amazing theatre resources and opportunities. 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. Well when I say go, den lift dis rag like dis, see! Ratts. [Aside.] This gal and them children belong to that boy Solon there. Mrs. Pey. George. Pointdexter*mounts the table with his hammer, his Clerk sits at his feet. Sunny. We tought dat de niggers would belong to de ole missus, and if she lost Terrebonne, we must live dere allers, and we would hire out, and bring our wages to ole Missus Peyton. While the proceeds of this sale promises to realize less than the debts upon it, it is my duty to prevent any collusion for the depreciation of the property. M'Closky. Zoe. Go, Minnie, tell Pete; run! two forms! Scud. Now, take care what you do. Alex Tizon, To one who waits, all things reveal themselves so long as you have the courage not to deny in the darkness what you have seen in the light. [*Points down, and shows by pantomime how he buried*Paul.]. [Going.]. [Laughs.]. Well, he cut that for the photographing line. I only come back to find Wahnotee; whar is dat ign'ant Ingiun? Thib. For the first time, twenty-five thousand---last time! But dis ain't all. Zoe. Point. The Octoroons have no apparent trace of the Negro in their appearance but still are subject to the legal disabilities which attach them to the condition of blacks. Darn his copper carcass, I've got a set of Irish deck-hands aboard that just loved that child; and after I tell them this, let them get a sight of the red-skin, I believe they would eat him, tomahawk and all. Will she gladly see you wedded to the child of her husband's slave? Dat's de laziest nigger on dis yere property. Fifteen thousand bid for the Octoroon. Judge, you can raise the hull on mortgage---going for half its value. Sunny. She's won this race agin the white, anyhow; it's too late now to start her pedigree. Well, near on five hundred dollars. EnterPete,R.U.E. [he is lame]; he carries a mop and pail. Zoe. clar out! ], M'Closky. Take your hand down---take it down. Now, my culled brethren, gird up your lines, and listen---hold on yer bref---it's a comin. Zoe. [Laughing.] [Aside.] Zoe. Zoe, bring here the judge's old desk; it is in the library. M'Closky. This is your own house; we are under your uncle's roof; recollect yourself. The Octoroon Act II Summary & Analysis. M'Closky. Am I late? Enjoy reading and share 14 famous quotes about Boucicaults The Octoroon with everyone. Daisaku Ikeda Culture is like the current of the ocean. [SeesPete,*who has set his pail down*L. C.up stage, and goes to sleep on it.] When Dion Boucicault's tragedy The Octoroon (set on a southern plantation) opened in December of 1859, many viewed the play as sectional propaganda; there was widespread disagreement, however, concerning the side for which the play argued. Dora. Scud. 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