Excuse me; one of the principal mortgagees has made the demand. Why, because I love Zoe, too, and I couldn't take that young feller from her; and she's jist living on the sight of him, as I saw her do; and they so happy in spite of this yer misery around them, and they reproachin' themselves with not feeling as they ought. Point. 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.". Ratts. Mr. George, I am afraid, if all we hear is true, you have led a dreadful life in Europe. Where's that man from Mobile that wanted to give one hundred and eighty thousand? [Opens desk.] Grace. Aunt, I am prouder and happier to be your nephew and heir to the ruins of Terrebonne, than I would have been to have had half Louisiana without you. Den say de missus, "'Tain't for de land I keer, but for dem poor niggars---dey'll be sold---dat wot stagger me." Are they? ", Pete. Scud. [Astonished.] George---George---hush---they come! O, that's it, is it? A photographic plate. this infernal letter would have saved all. [R.] Well, what's the use of argument whar guilt sticks out so plain; the boy and Injiun were alone when last seen. Come, form a court then, choose a jury---we'll fix this varmin. Now, what have you done to show them the distinction? Paul! M'Closky. M'Closky. [Dora*gets water.] Never, aunt! [Opens it.] Everybody---that is, I heard so. [L.] Mr. George, I'm going to say somethin' that has been chokin' me for some time. Dora. Poor child! Lift me; so---[George*raises her head*]---let me look at you, that your face may be the last I see of this world. Zoe. Dora. Point. What! Dido. Sunny. But now that vagrant love is---eh? But don't mount to nuffin---kin work cannel. Dora. When the ship's abroad on the ocean, when the army is before the enemy where in thunder's the law? European, I suppose. Jackson. Will you hush? there it comes---it comes---don't you hear a footstep on the dry leaves? M'Closky. the rat's out. Ah! George. Quotations by Branden Jacobs-Jenkins, American Playwright, Born December 29, 1984. [Exit slowly, as if concealing himself,R.U.E. George. She didn't mind how kind old judge was to her; and Solon, too, he'll holler, and break de ole lady's heart. M'Closky. It ain't no use now; you got to gib it up! Ask him, I want to know; don't say I told you to inquire, but find out. Let me relate you the worst cases. Mas'r Ratts, you hard him sing about de place where de good niggers go, de last time. Dora. M'Closky. He who can love so well is honest---don't speak ill of poor Wahnotee. Cora, educated in Britain, returns to her fathers plantation in Louisiana to explore the truth about her mother's. Irish - Dramatist December 26, 1822 - September 18, 1890. Enjoy reading and share 7 famous quotes about Boucicault The Octoroon with everyone. The apparatus can't mistake. if I had you one by one, alone in the swamp, I'd rip ye all. Why you tremble so? They have realized that Paul is missing, and most believe him dead. M'Closky. M'Closky. O, dear Zoe, is he in love with anybody? "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). For ten years his letters came every quarter-day, with a remittance and a word of advice in his formal cavalier style; and then a joke in the postscript, that upset the dignity of the foregoing. Well, is he not thus afflicted now? Research Playwrights, Librettists, Composers and Lyricists. Scud. Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them. 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. Point. Mrs. Claiborne Miss Clinton. Why, judge, wasn't you lawyer enough to know that while a judgment stood against you it was a lien on your slaves? Now, den, if Grace dere wid her chil'n were all sold, she'll begin screechin' like a cat. 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. You slew him with that tomahawk; and as you stood over his body with the letter in your hand, you thought that no witness saw the deed, that no eye was on you---but there was, Jacob M'Closky, there was. I'm waiting on your fifty thousand bid. Why, I was dreaming---curse it! M'Closky. Subject to your life interest and an annuity to Zoe, is it not so? Happy to read and share the best inspirational Boucicault The Octoroon quotes, sayings and quotations on Wise Famous Quotes. George still loves Zoe, telling her: "[T]his knowledge brings no revolt to my heart, and I . The Octoroon Important Quotes 1. No, [looks off,R.] 'tis Pete and the servants---they come this way. the bags are mine---now for it!---[Opens mail-bags.] [Sits. What's dat? 'Top; you look, you Wahnotee; you see dis rag, eh? or say the word, and I'll buy this old barrack, and you shall be mistress of Terrebonne. M'Closky overhears their conversation, but still vows he'll "have her if it costs [him] [his] life" (44). Missey Zoe! [Indignantly.] It was like trying to make a shark sit up and beg for treats. Scud. and will despise me, spurn me, loathe me, when he learns who, what, he has so loved.---[Aloud.] Scud. Dido. Scud. And we all got rich from it, so, you know, there's a benefit from it. And dar's de 'paratus---O, gosh, if I could take a likeness ob dis child! The Steamer moves off---fire kept up---M'Closky*re-enters,*R.,*swimming on.*. Scud. M'Closky. Peyton.] It's surely worth the love that dictated it; here are the papers and accounts. Scud. Scud. [Sitting,R. C.] A pretty mess you've got this estate in---. Scud. Zoe is your child by a quadroon slave, and you didn't free her; blood! Pete. Zoe. Fifteen thousand bid for the Octoroon. Pete. Remember, your attitude toward a situation can help you to change it you create the very atmosphere for defeat or victory. Top The Octoroon Quotes I will be thirty years old again in thirty seconds. Hillo! Five hundred dollars!---[*To*Thibodeaux.] how can you say so? 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. Raits. M'Closky. [Enters inner room,R.U.E.]. Gen'l'men, my colored frens and ladies, dar's mighty bad news gone round. Now I'm ready. Mrs. P.[L. C.] My nephew is not acquainted with our customs in Louisiana, but he will soon understand. Zoe. You want to hurt yourself. if this is so, she's mine! [R. C.] Pardon me, madam, but do you know these papers? Letters! Burn, burn! Those little flowers can live, but I cannot. I appeal against your usurped authority. Not lawful---no---but I am going to where there is no law---where there is only justice. Mrs. P.O, George,---my son, let me call you,---I do not speak for my own sake, nor for the loss of the estate, but for the poor people here; they will be sold, divided, and taken away---they have been born here. ExitSolon,R.U.E.] Dem little niggers is a judgment upon dis generation. Now, it ain't no use trying to get mad, Mas'r Scudder. I was up before daylight. I saw a small bottle of cologne and asked if it was for sale. Well, then, what has my all-cowardly heart got to skeer me so for? Go now, George---leave me---take her with you. Mrs. P.Hospitality in Europe is a courtesy; here, it is an obligation. O, none for me; I never eat. [Aside to Zoe.] Scud. Paul. No; Wahnotee is a gentle, honest creature, and remains here because he loves that boy with the tenderness of a woman. It wants an hour yet to daylight---here is Pete's hut---[Knocks.] The more bidders, the better for you. What's the matter, Ratts? Now's your time.---[Aloud.] [Sighing.] Just click the "Edit page" button at the bottom of the page or learn more in the Quotes submission guide. she would revolt from it, as all but you would; and if I consented to hear the cries of my heart, if I did not crush out my infant love, what would she say to the poor girl on whom she had bestowed so much? Well, you wrong me. Hi! Hold on yere, George Peyton; you sit down there. Scud. What's de charge, Mas'r Scudder? The Octoroon Act II Summary & Analysis. What's this, eh? O, my---my heart! I will dine on oysters and palomitas and wash them down with white wine. Dora. And we all What's here? You are illegitimate, but love knows no prejudice. Ratts. Point. You see dat hole in dar, sar. black as nigger; clar as ice. you stan' dar, I see you Ta demine usti. Hold on now! Could you see the roots of my hair you would see the same dark, fatal mark. 4, the Octoroon girl, Zoe.". No, ma'am, I worked like an ass---an honest one, and that's all. The men begin to call for McClosky to be lynched, but Scudder convinces them to send him to jail instead. Do not weep, George. 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. He will love you---he must. [Kicks pail from underPete,*and lets him down.*]. Lafouche. [*To*Wahnotee.] Salem Scudder, a kind Yankee, was Judge Peyton's business partner; though he wishes he could save Terrebonne, he has no money. Mrs. P.I cannot find the entry in my husband's accounts; but you, Mr. M'Closky, can doubtless detect it. He is incapable of any but sincere and pure feelings---so are you. Zoe. George. Dora, I once made you weep; those were the only tears I caused any body. But how pale she looks, and she trembles so. What was her name? Sunny. M'Closky. Where is he? [Takes out his knife. Deborah Blake, I don't think you get to good writing unless you expose yourself and your feelings. Because it was the truth; and I had rather be a slave with a free soul, than remain free with a slavish, deceitful heart. Whar's Paul, Wahnotee? If I must die, give me up to the law; but save me from the tomahawk. You know you can't be jealous of a poor creature like me. It won't do! [Laughing.] Poor Injiun lub our little Paul. Some of you niggers run and hole de hosses; and take dis, Dido. 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. I shall see this estate pass from me without a sigh, for it possesses no charm for me; the wealth I covet is the love of those around me---eyes that are rich in fond looks, lips that breathe endearing words; the only estate I value is the heart of one true woman, and the slaves I'd have are her thoughts. 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! He plans to buy her and make her his mistress. Scud. Each word you utter makes my love sink deeper into my heart. [Calling at door.] Author: Dahlia Lithwick. Hillo! [To the men.] dem darkies! Paul. 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. McClosky has proved that Judge Peyton did not succeed in legally freeing her, as he had meant to 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! Pete. [C.] My dear aunt, why do you not move from this painful scene? You love George; you love him dearly; I know it: and you deserve to be loved by him. All. Zoe. Pete. Look at 'em, Jacob, for they are honest water from the well of truth. *EnterPaul,wrestling with*Wahnotee,R.3. dead---and above him---Ah! Take that, and defend yourself. He gone down to de landing last night wid Mas'r Scudder; not come back since---kint make it out. Denora Boone, Everybody who went to Vietnam carries his or her own version of the war. George. darn his carcass! she will har you. Coute Wahnotee in omenee dit go Wahnotee, poina la fa, comb a pine tree, la revieut sala, la fa. Dora. No, Injiun; we deal out justice here, not revenge. I'll have her, if it costs me my life! [GoesR.,*and looks atWahnotee,L.,through the camera;Wahnoteesprings back with an expression of alarm.*]. Scud. Here! Why should I refer the blame to her? With Dora's wealth, he explains, Terrebonne will not be sold and the slaves will not have to be separated. Zoe. I think we may begin business. gib it to ole Pete! Zoe. Minnie, fan me, it is so nice---and his clothes are French, ain't they? D'ye hear that, Jacob? a slave! George. Franco Harris, You have to let it go. You nasty, lying Injiun! Mrs. P.Ah! You will not forget poor Zoe! What! Ugh' ach! Just as McClosky points out the blood on Wahnotee's tomahawk, the oldest slave, Pete, comes to give them the photographic plate which has captured McClosky's deed. Lafouche. Let me hide them till I teach my heart. M'Closky. George. Traduced! Sign up today to unlock amazing theatre resources and opportunities. Yonder the boy still lurks with those mail-bags; the devil still keeps him here to tempt me, darn his yellow skin. Scud. Zoe. *Enter*Wahnotee,R.;they are all about to rush on him. Dora! No---no. *], [Light fires.---Draw flats and discoverPaul'sgrave.---M'Closky*dead on top of it.---Wahnoteestanding triumphantly over him.*]. So it is here, in the wilds of the West, where our hatred of crime is measured by the speed of our executions---where necessity is law! Scud. Lynch him! [*Exit*Mrs. Peyton*and*George,L.U.E.] A slave! New York, NY, Accessibility Statement Terms Privacy |StageAgent 2020. Hold on, now! [Advances.] M'Closky. ], [Gets in canoe and rows off,L.---Wahnotee*paddles canoe on,*R.---gets out and finds trail---paddles off after him,L.]. Hee! look at these fingers; do you see the nails are of a bluish tinge? Now don't stir. I wish he would make love to me. that'll save her. Dido. In cash? George. Ben Tolosa You must not for one instant give up the effort to build new lives for yourselves. *] Now, give it to me. [ExitMrs. PeytonandSunnysideto house. A mistake, sar---forty-six. Peyton.] [Aside to Pete.] George. Cum yer now---stand round, cause I've got to talk to you darkies---keep dem chil'n quiet---don't make no noise, de missus up dar har us. We've caught this murdering Injiun, and are going to try him. [Draws revolver.] [Seated,R. C.] Fan me, Minnie.---[Aside.] And, strangers, ain't we forgetting there's a lady present. Mrs. P.I fear that the property is so involved that the strictest economy will scarcely recover it. [Music.]. No, the love I speak of is not such as you suppose,---it is a passion that has grown up here since I arrived; but it is a hopeless, mad, wild feeling, that must perish. Forgive him, Dora; for he knew no better until I told him. Sunny. [Solon goes down and stands behind Ratts.] [Aside.] Dora. Now, take care what you do. Yes---me and Co.---we done it; but, as you were senior partner in the concern, I reckon you got the big lick. Alas! Eleven hundred---going---going---sold! this letter the old lady expects---that's it; let me only head off that letter, and Terrebonne will be sold before they can recover it. [Music. [Wahnotee*rises and looks atM'Closky---he is in his war paint and fully armed.*]. and my master---O! Ratts. Zoe. Look here, you're free, you know nary a master to hurt you now: you will stop here as long as you're a mind to, only don't look so. Scud. Sunny. If we can't behave like Christians, let's try and act like gentlemen. Why don't he speak?---I mean, you feared I might not give you credit for sincere and pure feelings. I don't know when my time on earth will be up; but I DO know that today, I am one day closer. Thank ye; thank ye. Hold on, Jacob, I'm coming to that---I tell ye, I'm such a fool---I can't bear the feeling, it keeps at me like a skin complaint, and if this family is sold up---. I do, but I can't do it. Author: Mike Watt. George. Hush! The word Octoroon signifies "one-eighth blood" or the child of a Quadroon by a white. No, dear. The list of your slaves is incomplete---it wants one. Wahnotee? Pete. O, you horrible man! Hillo, darkey, hand me a smash dar. Zoe. You p'tend to be sorry for Paul, and prize him like dat. De time he gone just 'bout enough to cook dat dish plate. Mrs. P.O, Salem! M'Closky. Scud. Mr. Peyton! ---Cane-brake Bayou.---Bank,C.---Triangle Fire,R. C.---Canoe,C.---M'Closky*discovered asleep. George. 'Tain't you he has injured, 'tis the white man, whose laws he has offended. You wanted to come to an understanding, and I'm coming thar as quick as I can. Then I will go to the Acme or Keating's or the Big Gold Bar and sit down and draw my cards and fill an inside straight and win myself a thousand dollars. My home, my home! Will you forgive me? We can leave this country, and go far away where none can know. [Returning with rifle.] Scud. To Jacob M'Closky, the Octoroon girl, Zoe, twenty-five thousand dollars. What? [Pete goes down.] Zoe. Come, Miss Dora, let me offer you my arm. [Cry of "fire" heard---Engine bells heard---steam whistle noise.]. Well, that's all right; but as he can't marry her, and as Miss Dora would jump at him---. Mrs. P. So! Zoe. The men leave to fetch the authorities, but McClosky escapes. Fire!---one, two, three. Jacob M'Closky, 'twas you murdered that boy! Good day, Mr. Thibodeaux---shall we drive down that way? I've got hold of the tail of a rat---come out. Tousand dollars, Massa Thibodeaux. Wahnote*swims on---finds trail---follows him. Fifty against one! The word octoroon signifies a person of one-eighth African ancestry. Paul. By ten I was playing competitively. O, golly! Mrs. P.[Embracing him.] Take your hand down---take it down. stan' round thar! See here, you imps; if I catch you, and your red skin yonder, gunning in my swamps, I'll give you rats, mind; them vagabonds, when the game's about, shoot my pigs. Zoe. This blow has staggered me some. Wal, as it consarns you, perhaps you better had. Dat wakes him up. Ratts. EnterLafoucheand*Jackson,L. Jackson. Mrs. Pey. In comparison, a quadroon would have one quarter African ancestry and a mulatto for the most part has historically implied half African ancestry. [Puts his head under the darkening apron.] Scud. Ratts. Bah! Hello! Scud. I shall do so if you weep. The Octoroon or The Lily of Louisiana is a dark tale of crime, race and slavery. Zoe. [Who has been looking about the camera.] Extremely popular, the play was kept running continuously for years by seven road companies. Zoe. [Smiling.] Born here! O, Zoe, my child! George, George, your words take away my breath! O, how d'ye do, sir? Dat you drink is fust rate for red fever. Here are evidences of the crime; this rum-bottle half emptied---this photographic apparatus smashed---and there are marks of blood and footsteps around the shed. [Tableaux.]. Sunny. 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? No. Wahnotee appears, drunk and sorrowful, and tells them that Paul is buried near them. 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. Go on, Colonel---Colonel Pointdexter, ma'am---the mortgagee, auctioneer, and general agent. Boucicault adapted the play from the novel The Quadroon by Thomas Mayne Reid (1856). Zoe. Some of those sirens of Paris, I presume, [Pause.] I'll sweep these Peytons from this section of the country. No; but you, aunty, you are wise---you know every plant, don't you, and what it is good for? [Shouts heard,R.]. George. Grace. See here---there's a small freight of turpentine in the fore hold there, and one of the barrels leaks; a spark from your engines might set the ship on fire, and you'd go with it. Ain't you took them bags to the house yet? Mrs. P.Yes; the firm has recovered itself, and I received a notice two months ago that some settlement might be anticipated. If she could not accept me, who could? "No. Stop! here's Mas'r Sunnyside, and Missey Dora, jist drov up. George, you know not what you say. Mrs. P.George, you are incorrigible. Good morning, Mr. Sunnyside; Miss Dora, your servant. Dora. side.---A table and chairs,R.C. Gracediscovered sitting at breakfast-table with Children. You killed the boy to steal this letter from the mail-bags---you stole this letter, that the money should not arrive in time to save the Octoroon; had it done so, the lien on the estate would have ceased, and Zoe be free. I will! 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