Scud. Zoe. Scud. Den say de missus, "'Tain't for de land I keer, but for dem poor niggars---dey'll be sold---dat wot stagger me." Ratts. Hold on! Yes, for I'd rather be black than ungrateful! George, leave me! Be the first to contribute! 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. is dat him creeping dar? Ratts. Ask him, I want to know; don't say I told you to inquire, but find out. Well, what d'ye say, Lafouche---d'ye smile? | About Us You want to hurt yourself. There's one name on the list of slaves scratched, I see. That Indian is a nuisance. Tousand dollars, Massa Thibodeaux. The Injiun means that he buried him there! When you get discouraged or depressed, try changing your attitude from negative to positive and see how life can change for you. He confesses it; the Indian got drunk, quarreled with him, and killed him. Yes; I kept the letters, and squandered the money. Zoe realizes that she is in love with him too, but they cannot marry, as she is an Octoroon, and, under 19th century laws, their marriage was legally prohibited. He's yours, Captain Ratts, Magnolia steamer. An Octoroon is a play written by Branden Jacobs-Jenkins. George. ], [Gets in canoe and rows off,L.---Wahnotee*paddles canoe on,*R.---gets out and finds trail---paddles off after him,L.]. Pete. Away with him---put him down the aft hatch, till we rig his funeral.
Pete. O, you wanted evidence---you called for proof---Heaven has answered and convicted you. As my wife,---the sharer of my hopes, my ambitions, and my sorrows; under the shelter of your love I could watch the storms of fortune pass unheeded by. When she goes along, she just leaves a streak of love behind her. Ya! Not lawful---no---but I am going to where there is no law---where there is only justice. [Laughing.] Back at Terrebonne, Zoe returns but with a sad heart, as she knows that she and George can never be together. Sunny. There is a gulf between us, as wide as your love, as deep as my despair; but, O, tell me, say you will pity me! The Octoroon is appropriately considered a sensation drama, though it received the label retrospectively. Pete Hamill, The darkest moments for me weren't necessarily winding up in the hospital or anything like that. [George*tries to regain his gun;Wahnoteerefuses to give it up;Paul,quietly takes it from him and remonstrates with him.*]. Point. Dora. What's here? 3, Pete, a house servant. Zoe. air you true? Point. O, Miss Zoe, why you ask ole Dido for dis pizen? Do you mean that I'm a pig? M'Closky. I daren't move fear to spile myself. den run to dat pine tree up dar [points,L.U.E.] and back agin, and den pull down de rag so, d'ye see? If it was the ghost of that murdered boy haunting me! In comparison, a quadroon would have one quarter African ancestry and a mulatto for the most part has historically implied half African ancestry. George, you may without a blush confess your love for the Octoroon! Point. Race or not, it's a story about . M'Closky. ], Pete. When you have done joking, gentlemen, you'll say one hundred and twenty thousand. Hush! George Peyton returns to the United States from a trip to France to find that the plantation he has inherited is in dire financial straits as a result of his late uncle's beneficence. Yonder the boy still lurks with those mail-bags; the devil still keeps him here to tempt me, darn his yellow skin. Only three of his plays were to have an American setting, The Octoroon is one of these. It's no use you putting on airs; I ain't gwine to sit up wid you all night and you drunk. [Rising.] Lafouche. My home, my home! What! [*Exit*Dora,L.U.E.] What on earth does that child mean or want? [Tumbles upon the table.]. Scud. . Now, Jacob M'Closky, you despise me because you think I'm a fool; I despise you because I know you to be a knave. you're looking well. Dora. The apparatus can't mistake. [Wahnotee*sits*L.,rolled in blanket.]. faded---is it not? I only come back to find Wahnotee; whar is dat ign'ant Ingiun? O, none for me; I never eat. Scud. She has had the education of a lady. I brought half this ruin on this family, with my all-fired improvements. A mistake, sar---forty-six. [Returning with rifle.] Well, you wrong me. Pete. [Sighing.] Can't be ober dar an' here too---I ain't twins. The eye of the Eternal was on you---the blessed sun in heaven, that, looking down, struck upon this plate the image of the deed. Let him answer for the boy, then. George, George, your words take away my breath! this old Liverpool debt---that may cross me---if it only arrive too late---if it don't come by this mail---Hold on! Everybody---that is, I heard so. No---no. O, Mas'r Scudder, he didn't cry zackly; both ob his eyes and cheek look like de bad Bayou in low season---so dry dat I cry for him. The sun is rising. Excuse me, I'll light a cigar. I ain't no count, sar. a slave! [ToMrs. 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. [Astonished.] Is there any other bid? Scud. Don't b'lieve dey'll turn out niggers when dey're growed; dey'll come out sunthin else. None o' ye ign'rant niggars could cry for yerselves like dat. Where are they? Yes, I'm here, somewhere, interferin'. Ho! [Looks through camera] O, golly! since you arrived! Pete. look at these fingers; do you see the nails are of a bluish tinge? Scud. I'm waiting on your fifty thousand bid. Mrs. Pey. Lynch him! Dora. If young George Peyton was to make you the same offer, you'd jump at it, pretty darned quick, I guess. Let me hide them till I teach my heart. Fifteen thousand. Ratts. For a year or two all went fine. I see my little Nimrod yonder, with his Indian companion. [Eagerly.] [*Takes fan from*Minnie.] look here, these Peytons are bust; cut 'em; I am rich, jine me; I'll set you up grand, and we'll give these first families here our dust, until you'll see their white skins shrivel up with hate and rage; what d'ye say? M'Closky. Come, Mr. Thibodeaux, a man has a chance once in his life---here's yours. The Octoroon Act II Summary & Analysis. Take that, and defend yourself. Lynch him! You be darned! Hold on, now! No, sir; you have omitted the Octoroon girl, Zoe. He said I want a nigger. O, dear Zoe, is he in love with anybody? [Opens it.] How would you like to rule the house of the richest planter on Atchafalaya---eh? | About Us Zoe. 'Tain't no faint---she's a dying, sa; she got pison from old Dido here, this mornin'. 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. Why, judge, wasn't you lawyer enough to know that while a judgment stood against you it was a lien on your slaves? Why don't you speak, sir? Go on, Colonel---Colonel Pointdexter, ma'am---the mortgagee, auctioneer, and general agent. You are right, sir; though I shrank from expressing that opinion in her presence, so bluntly. Yes, den a glass ob fire-water; now den. He plans to buy her and make her his mistress. Is it on such evidence you'd hang a human being? In a few hours that man, my master, will come for me; he has paid my price, and he only consented to let me remain here this one night, because Mrs. Peyton promised to give me up to him to-day. Grace. Well, sir, what does this Scudder do but introduces his inventions and improvements on this estate. "When she goes along, she just leaves a streak of love behind her. [Exit, with a low, wailing, suffocating cry,L.U.E. *EnterM'Closky, Lafouche, Jackson, Sunnyslde,and*Pointdexter,R.U.E. Point. Cut, cut the rope---I choke---choke!---Ah! The poetry and the songs that you are suppose to write, I believe are in your heart. George. No! No, no! We are always in a perpetual state of being created and creating ourselves. [Examines paper.]. No other cause to hate---to envy me---to be jealous of me---eh? Missey Zoe! What! O, Zoe, my child! As they exit,M'Closkyrises from behind rock,R.,*and looks after them. [Conceals himself.]. Excuse me ladies. M'Closky. [Going.]. I sat outside his door all night---I heard his sighs---his agony---torn from him by my coming fate; and he said, "I'd rather see her dead than his!". E.---Wahnoteefaces him.---Fight---buss. I'm responsible for the crittur---go on. If you would pardon the abruptness of the question, I would ask you, Do you think the sincere devotion of my life to make yours happy would succeed? Don't b'lieve it, Mas'r George,---no. I say, I'd like to say summit soft to the old woman; perhaps it wouldn't go well, would it? McClosky has proved that Judge Peyton did not succeed in legally freeing her, as he had meant to do. No, no---life is good for young ting like you. Now, my culled brethren, gird up your lines, and listen---hold on yer bref---it's a comin. Scud. If I was to try, I'd bust. Dido. look sar! George, you cannot marry me; the laws forbid it! Ten years ago the judge took as overseer a bit of Connecticut hardware called M'Closky. [During the dialogueWahnoteehas takenGeorge'sgun. Says he'll go if I'll go with him. Mrs. Pey. I think so; shall I ask him that too?
Squire Sunnyside, you've got a pretty bit o' land, Squire. [L.] Yelping hound---take that. Mrs. P.I expect an important letter from Liverpool; away with you, Paul; bring the mail-bags here. Hark! Ratts. And our mother, she who from infancy treated me with such fondness, she who, as you said, had most reason to spurn me, can she forget what I am? What's dat? Ah. That's enough. 'Tis true! Zoe. [Throws down apron.] 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. That judgment still exists; under it and others this estate is sold to-day. Top a bit! Jacob McClosky, the man who ruined Judge Peyton, has come to inform George and his aunt (who was bequeathed a life interest in the estate) that their land will be sold and their slaves auctioned off separately. Then, as I knelt there, weeping for courage, a snake rattled beside me. M'Closky. I suppose I shall go before long, and I wished to visit all the places, once again, to see the poor people. 'Tain't you he has injured, 'tis the white man, whose laws he has offended. there again!---no; it was only the wind over the canes. Zoe. 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. I want you to buy Terrebonne. You gib me rattan, Mas'r Clostry, but I guess you take a berry long stick to Wahnotee; ugh, he make bacon of you. Minnie (a Quadroon Slave) Miss Walters. What say ye? | Sitemap |. Sunnyside, Pointdexter, Jackson, Peyton; here it is---the Liverpool post-mark, sure enough!---[Opens letter---reads.] Whoever said so lied. Scud. Will you hush? I give him back the liberty he bestowed upon me; for I can never repay him the love he bore his poor Octoroon child, on whose breast his last sigh was drawn, into whose eyes he looked with the last gaze of affection. Why, with principal and interest this debt has been more than doubled in twenty years. George is courted by the rich Southern belle heiress Dora Sunnyside, but he finds himself falling in love with Zoe, the daughter of his uncle through one of the slaves. Zoe. Look at 'em, Jacob, for they are honest water from the well of truth. Zoe. Be calm---darn the things; the proceeds of this sale won't cover the debts of the estate. Mrs. P.Yes, there is a hope left yet, and I cling to it. Stop! I know you'll excuse it. Sunny. The Octoroon was a controversial play on both sides of the slavery debate when it debuted, as both abolitionists and pro-slavery advocates believed the play took the other camp's side. Minnie, fan me, it is so nice---and his clothes are French, ain't they? Lynch him! I don't know, but I feel it's death! Dear Dora, try to understand it with your heart. Pete. Is your heart free? Look dar! Enjoy reading and share 1 famous quotes about The Octoroon with everyone. [To the men.] [Draws knife.] [M'Closky*lowers his hand. Dora. She's won this race agin the white, anyhow; it's too late now to start her pedigree. It ain't necessary for me to dilate, describe, or enumerate; Terrebonne is known to you as one of the richest bits of sile in Louisiana, and its condition reflects credit on them as had to keep it. Dat's de laziest nigger on dis yere property. That one black drop of blood burns in her veins and lights up her heart like a foggy sun. 'Top; you look, you Wahnotee; you see dis rag, eh? In cash? Darn me, if I couldn't raise thirty thousand on the envelope alone, and ten thousand more on the post-mark. Then I'd like to hire a lady to go to auction and buy my hands. Dam dat Injiun! Scud. Wood up thar, you Polio---hang on to the safety valve---guess she'll crawl off on her paddles. George. [Pause.] How came they in your possession? Not a picayune. We've caught this murdering Injiun, and are going to try him. Dora. I left that siren city as I would have left a beloved woman. [Wahnotee*rises and looks atM'Closky---he is in his war paint and fully armed.*]. then I shall be sold!---sold! M'Closky. You got dat bottle of rum hid under your blanket---gib it up now, you---Yar! 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. Jackson. *] Now, give it to me. [Re-enters from boat.] EnterScudder, George, Ratts, Caillou, Pete, Grace, Minnie,and all theNegroes. Zoe. Ah! George. Zoe, he's going; I want him to stay and make love to me that's what I came for to-day. Salem's looking a kinder hollowed out. I fetch as much as any odder cook in Louisiana. Scud. Pete. Point. Happy to read and share the best inspirational Boucicault The Octoroon quotes, sayings and quotations on Wise Famous Quotes. Try him, then---try him on the spot of his crime. 49, Paul, a quadroon boy, aged thirteen. It's near that now, and there's still the sugar-houses to be inspected. I hate 'em. Point. Hole yer tongues. I'll have her, if it costs me my life! George reluctantly agrees. Scudder. When I am dead she will not be jealous of your love for me, no laws will stand between us. Scud. Zoe. Mrs. P.No wonder! Do you know what I am? Ain't he! There's no chance of it. M'Closky. This is your own house; we are under your uncle's roof; recollect yourself. Sunny. Zoe. [Aside to Zoe.] Never mind. If that old nigger ain't asleep, I'm blamed. Well, he has the oddest way of making love. Evidence! "Whar's Paul?" I got my first tennis racket on my seventh birthday. Since this letter would allow Mrs. Peyton to avoid selling Terrebonne, McClosky kills Paul and takes the letter. Only 10 percent engaged in combat; the American elephant, pursuing the Vietnamese grasshopper, was extraordinarily heavy with logistical support. Is the prisoner guilty, or is he not guilty? M'Closky. Who's you to set up screching?---be quiet! Point. Zoe. What's de charge, Mas'r Scudder? If it don't stain de cup, your wicked ole life's in danger, sure! Zoe. Ugh! Brightness will return amongst you. Sunny. Save me---save me! [Raises hand to back of his neck.] O, how I lapped up her words, like a thirsty bloodhound! whew! We got the horses saddled, and galloped down the shell road over the Piney Patch; then coasting the Bayou Lake, we crossed the long swamps, by Paul's Path, and so came home again. Some of you niggers run and hole de hosses; and take dis, Dido. Say, Mas'r Scudder, s'pose we go in round by de quarters and raise de darkies, den dey cum long wid us, and we 'proach dat ole house like Gin'ral Jackson when he took London out dar. Dora, you are right. You are illegitimate, but love knows no prejudice. I won't hear a word! where am I? Zoe. *EnterThibodeauxand*Sunnyside,R.U.E. Thibo. George. I don't care, they were blue this morning, but it don't signify now. You thought you had cornered me, did ye? Just turn your face a leetle this way---fix your---let's see---look here. Could you see the roots of my hair you would see the same dark, fatal mark. Alas! Sharon Gannon. I'm not guilty; would ye murder me? Paul. EnterPete,with lantern, andScudder,with note book,R. Scud. I say, then, air you honest men? [Aside.] why, clar out! ], M'Closky. Look here; I can't stand that gal! M'Closky. Scud. Your own Zoe, that loves you, aunty, so much, so much.---[Gets phial.] Is not Dora worth any man's---. So it went, till one day the judge found the tap wouldn't run. Mr. Peyton! But what do we pay for that possession? "No. "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). [Stands with his hand extended towards the house, and tableau.]. Mr. Scudder, good morning. See also Never, aunt! Why don't he speak?---I mean, you feared I might not give you credit for sincere and pure feelings. I'm afraid they must be right; I can't understand a word of all this. Mr. Sunnyside, I can't do this job of showin' round the folks; my stomach goes agin it. Zoe. Dear George, you now see what a miserable thing I am. Sunnyside, how good you are; so like my poor Peyton. I wish they could sell me! Jacob M'Closky, you shan't have that girl. Jackson, I want to get to Ophelensis to-night. you bomn'ble fry---git out---a gen'leman can't pass for you. [Looks off.] [Retires.]. What was this here Scudder? Point. Twelve thousand. I shrunk from it and fled. All right, Judge; I thought there was a mistake. [Throws mail bags down and sits on them,L. C.] Pret, now den go. What's this? Hold on, George Peyton---stand back. Job had none of them critters on his plantation, else he'd never ha' stood through so many chapters. Scud. Point. Gosh, wouldn't I like to hab myself took! Where's that man from Mobile that wanted to give one hundred and eighty thousand? I've seen it, I tell you; and darn it, ma'am, can't you see that's what's been a hollowing me out so---I beg your pardon. Deep songs don't come from the surface; they come from the deep down. Now, it ain't no use trying to get mad, Mas'r Scudder. O, dear, has he suddenly come to his senses? I don't know; she may as well hear the hull of it. No, Injiun; we deal out justice here, not revenge. No---in kind---that is, in protection, forbearance, gentleness; in all them goods that show the critters the difference between the Christian and the savage. Terrebonne is yours. Make an argument for each side of the slavery argument here, analyzing how the play could be read as both anti- and pro-slavery. I'll bear it. Aunt, when he died, two years ago, I read over those letters of his, and if I didn't cry like a baby---.
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