I'm broke, Solon---I can't stop the Judge. It's dem black trash, Mas'r George; dis ere property wants claring; dem's getting too numerous round; when I gets time I'll kill some on 'em, sure! Zoe. You'se a dead man, Mas'r Clusky---you got to b'lieve dat. Hello! Pete. | Privacy Policy George offers to take her to a different country, but Zoe insists that she stay to help Terrebonne; Scudder then appears and suggests that George marry Dora. Gustave Flaubert, Not that anyone short of God Almighty could have gotten Marcus Senior to rest and take it easy. George. Ratts. George. McClosky intercepts a young slave boy, Paul, who is bringing a mailbag to the house which contains a letter from one of Judge Peyton's old debtors. forgive your poor child. O, dear, has he suddenly come to his senses? Scud. Scud. ", Zoe. Dora then reappears and bids on Zoe she has sold her own plantation in order to rescue Terrebonne. Paul. Their presence keeps alive the reproach against me that I ruined them; yet, if this money should come. Raits. Ain't that a cure for old age; it kinder lifts the heart up, don't it? George. Zoe. Pete. clar out! M'Closky. [Wahnotee*sits*L.,rolled in blanket.]. Zoe. With your New England hypocrisy, you would persuade yourself it was this family alone you cared for; it ain't---you know it ain't---'tis the "Octoroon;" and you love her as I do; and you hate me because I'm your rival---that's where the tears come from, Salem Scudder, if you ever shed any---that's where the shoe pinches. Dido. Do not weep, George. I know you'll excuse it. [*Hands papers to*Mrs. Now, it ain't no use trying to get mad, Mas'r Scudder. O, none for me; I never eat. Mrs. P.Hospitality in Europe is a courtesy; here, it is an obligation. George. A julep, gal, that's my breakfast, and a bit of cheese. what are you doing there, you young varmint! Scud. [*Seeing*Dora.] All Rights Reserved. Zoe. A view of the Plantation Terrebonne, in Louisiana.---A branch of the Mississippi is seen winding through the Estate.---A low built, but extensive Planter's Dwelling, surrounded with a veranda, and raised a few feet from the ground, occupies theL. M'Closky. . Say, Mas'r Scudder, take me in dat telescope? I hope it will turn out better than most of my notions. Poor little Paul! [Pete goes down.] He said so. [Exit, with a low, wailing, suffocating cry,L.U.E. *EnterM'Closky, Lafouche, Jackson, Sunnyslde,and*Pointdexter,R.U.E. Point. don't think too hardly of your poor father. I'll murder this yer crowd, [*He chases*Childrenabout; they leap over railing at back. That boy and the Indian have gone down to the landing for the post-bags; they'll idle on the way as usual; my mare will take me across the swamp, and before they can reach the shed, I'll have purified them bags---ne'er a letter shall show this mail. There's one name on the list of slaves scratched, I see. I ain't ashamed of it---I do love the gal; but I ain't jealous of you, because I believe the only sincere feeling about you is your love for Zoe, and it does your heart good to have her image thar; but I believe you put it thar to spile. Not lawful---no---but I am going to where there is no law---where there is only justice. Is my plantation at Comptableau worth this? Pete. Stop, Zoe; come here! M'Closky overhears their conversation, but still vows he'll "have her if it costs [him] [his] life" (44). Dear George, you now see what a miserable thing I am. Jackson, I want to get to Ophelensis to-night. George, dear George, do you love me? I feel so big with joy, creation ain't wide enough to hold me. that'll save her. I shall do so if you weep. Point. Just click the "Edit page" button at the bottom of the page or learn more in the Quotes submission guide. Zoe. Grace (a Yellow Girl, a Slave) Miss Gimber Dido (the Cook, a Slave) Mrs. Dunn. Curse their old families---they cut me---a bilious, conceited, thin lot of dried up aristocracy. What, on Terrebonne! yes, plenty of 'em; bill of costs; account with Citizens' Bank---what's this? 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. In a little time this darned business will blow over, and I can show again. Scud. No; but I loved you so, I could not bear my fate; and then I stood your heart and hers. Last night I overheard you weeping in your room, and you said, "I'd rather see her dead than so! I see it in your face. Tousand dollars, Massa Thibodeaux. [Wakes.] M'Closky. You begged me to call this morning. Pete. I will, quicker than lightning. So it went, till one day the judge found the tap wouldn't run. air you true? MINNIE played by an African-American actress, a black actress, or an actress of color. M'Closky. Yes, for you, for me, for dem little ones, dem folks cried. | About Us Scud. I've been to the negro quarters. a slave! Do I? I never killed a man in my life---and civilization is so strong in me I guess I couldn't do it---I'd like to, though! ], [Gets in canoe and rows off,L.---Wahnotee*paddles canoe on,*R.---gets out and finds trail---paddles off after him,L.]. Scud. Dora. Be the first to contribute! Dere's a dish of pen-pans---jess taste, Mas'r George---and here's fried bananas; smell 'em, do, sa glosh. Ratts. [Sits,R. C.]. Remember, your attitude toward a situation can help you to change it you create the very atmosphere for defeat or victory. "No. Ratts. They are gone!---[*Glancing at*George.] Peyton.] [Sits down.] EnterPaul,R.U.E.,withIndian,who goes up. [Reads.] Zoe, if all I possess would buy your freedom, I would gladly give it. Pete. O, my father! 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. Mrs. P.I fear that the property is so involved that the strictest economy will scarcely recover it. It won't do! If he stirs, I'll put a bullet through his skull, mighty quick. Look here; I can't stand that gal! Minnie (a Quadroon Slave) Miss Walters. Eleven hundred---going---going---sold! Are they? [Retires.]. Scud. Wahnotee. Excuse me, I'll light a cigar. you bomn'ble fry---git out---a gen'leman can't pass for you. [Raises hand to back of his neck.] Zoe. George. [*With-draws slide, turns and sees*Paul.] "No," say Mas'r George, "I'd rather sell myself fuss; but dey shan't suffer, nohow,---I see 'em dam fuss.". [Kicks pail from underPete,*and lets him down.*]. No! Look at 'em, Jacob, for they are honest water from the well of truth. The White Slave; or, the Octoroon (1913) - Quotes - IMDb Edit The White Slave; or, the Octoroon (1913) Quotes It looks like we don't have any Quotes for this title yet. Pete. To-morrow they'll bloom the same---all will be here as now, and I shall be cold. The Octoroon Quotes & Sayings Happy to read and share the best inspirational The Octoroon quotes, sayings and quotations on Wise Famous Quotes. What! Mrs. P.Ah! Zoe. What say ye, gentlemen? Back at Terrebonne, Zoe returns but with a sad heart, as she knows that she and George can never be together. [They approach again.]. Dat's right, missus! Zoe. Mr. Peyton, I presume you have hesitated to make this avowal because you feared, in the present condition of affairs here, your object might be misconstrued, and that your attention was rather to my fortune than myself. Ratts. You can bet I'm going to make this . How would you like to rule the house of the richest planter on Atchafalaya---eh? Something forcing its way through the undergrowth---it comes this way---it's either a bear or a runaway nigger. Was dat?---a cry out dar in de swamp---dar agin! "Ma'am, your nose drawed it. 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. Zoe. Then I will go to the Red Light or the Monte Carlo and dance the floor afire. I don't like that man. shall we have one law for the red-skin and another for the white? Zoe is your child by a quadroon slave, and you didn't free her; blood! Dora. Whar's Paul, Wahnotee? Solon. [Calling at door.] To be alive is to be breathing. [Offers hand,Georgebows coldly,R. C.] [aside.] Point. What, Mr. Ratts, are you going to invest in swamps? At college they said I was a fool---I must be. What, you won't, won't ye? Sunny. Go on, Colonel---Colonel Pointdexter, ma'am---the mortgagee, auctioneer, and general agent. Scud. One hundred thousand bid for this mag---. So it is. Can't be ober dar an' here too---I ain't twins. Top Boucicault The Octoroon Quotes. Down with him! O! Don't be a fool; they'd kill you, and then take her, just as soon as---stop; Old Sunnyside, he'll buy her! Zoe. Pete. D'ye call running away from a fellow catching him? Good morning, Mrs. Peyton. Sunny. Stand around and let me pass---room thar! I guess he ain't left home yet, Colonel. Pete. 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. And you killed him? Yah! Yes, ma'am, I hold a mortgage over Terrebonne; mine's a ninth, and pretty near covers all the property, except the slaves. Listen to me. Lafouche. Hold quiet, you trash o' niggers! 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. No, sir; you have omitted the Octoroon girl, Zoe. I must be going---it is late. laws a massey! [Aside to Sunnyside.] there it comes---it comes---don't you hear a footstep on the dry leaves? [*Throws bowie-knife to*M'Closky.] A photographic plate. Dora. M'Closkyruns off,L.1. And we all What? We have known each other but a few days, but to me those days have been worth all the rest of my life. George. O, Zoe! *], [Light fires.---Draw flats and discoverPaul'sgrave.---M'Closky*dead on top of it.---Wahnoteestanding triumphantly over him.*]. 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. Tableaux.*. Dora. Scud. [Speaking in his ear-trumpet.] Pete. No; a weakness, that's all---a little water. Zoe. tink anybody wants you to cry? Judy Collins, You know there was always a confusion that punk was a style of music." He and his apparatus arrived here, took the judge's likeness and his fancy, who made him overseer right off. | Contact Us 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. O, dear Zoe, is he in love with anybody? Mas'r George---ah, no, sar---don't buy me---keep your money for some udder dat is to be sold. Hold on a bit, I get you de bottle. I am free! Ha! Has not my dear aunt forgotten it---she who had the most right to remember it? Stop; this would. Dat wakes him up. I listen dar jess now---dar was ole lady cryin'---Mas'r George---ah! Minnie, fan me, it is so nice---and his clothes are French, ain't they? Scudder insists that they hold a trial, and the men search for evidence. Synopsis. Scud. Now I'm ready. But the creditors will not claim the gal? Dora. Pete, you old turkey-buzzard, saddle my mare. Darn that girl; she makes me quiver when I think of her; she's took me for all I'm worth. [*To*Zoe.] Mrs. Pey. you stan' dar, I see you Ta demine usti. He's yours, Mr. George Peyton. Let me be sold then, that I may free his name. Pete. Away with him---put him down the aft hatch, till we rig his funeral. What's de charge, Mas'r Scudder? Could you see the roots of my hair you would see the same dark, fatal mark. [ExitMrs. PeytonandSunnysideto house. *EnterPaul,wrestling with*Wahnotee,R.3. He is incapable of any but sincere and pure feelings---so are you. You called it yourself; you wanted to make us murder that Injiun; and since we've got our hands in for justice, we'll try it on you. M'Closky. What was her past? Zoe, you are pale. We work. Sign up today to unlock amazing theatre resources and opportunities. Scud. It's no use you putting on airs; I ain't gwine to sit up wid you all night and you drunk. Go and try it, if you've a mind to. Scud. What a find! Ratts. *Enter*Wahnotee,R.;they are all about to rush on him. Ain't you took them bags to the house yet? [*Gives her coffee-pot to hold, and hobbles off, followed bySolonand*Dido,R.U.E.], Sunny. Scud. M'Closky hates Scudder in return, especially because they both love Zoe, Mr. Peyton's "octoroon" daughter, Zoe. [*Points down, and shows by pantomime how he buried*Paul.]. Is de folks head bad? Pete. [Looks through camera] O, golly! The list of your slaves is incomplete---it wants one. Scud. "The free papers of my daughter, Zoe, registered February 4th, 1841." He has a strange way of showing it. Seeking 2 Actor Team for Spring Scud. Scud. 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.". See Injiun; look dar [shows him plate], see dat innocent: look, dar's de murderer of poor Paul. Scud. Salem's looking a kinder hollowed out. "No. since you arrived! What in thunder should I do with you and those devils on board my boat? In an act of desperation she drinks a vial of poison, and Scudder enters to deliver the good news that McClosky was proven guilty of murdering Paul and that Terrebonne now belongs to George. I think we may begin business. I left that siren city as I would have left a beloved woman. Zoe. Hold on! Mr. Sunnyside, I can't do this job of showin' round the folks; my stomach goes agin it. Thank you, Mas'r Ratts: I die for you, sar; hold up for me, sar. Scud. Well, is he not thus afflicted now? 1, Solon, a guess boy, and good waiter.". Yes, sir; they were the free papers of the girl Zoe; but they were in my husband's secretary. What you's gwine to do, missey? That part of it all is performance for the media. George. George. Scud. I'm 'most afraid to take Wahnotee to the shed, there's rum there. George. Mr. George is in love with Zoe. If that old nigger ain't asleep, I'm blamed. Lafouche. Is that you, Mr. Overseer? 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? The New York Times noted 'its striking merits as a sensational drama' Only 10 percent engaged in combat; the American elephant, pursuing the Vietnamese grasshopper, was extraordinarily heavy with logistical support. See also Trivia | Goofs | Crazy Credits | Alternate Versions | Connections | Soundtracks Getting Started | Contributor Zone I thank Heaven you have not lived to see this day. No, no! 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. Grace. Go outside, there; listen to what you hear, then go down to the quarters and tell the boys, for I can't do it. Zoe. He calls me Omenee, the Pigeon, and Miss Zoe is Ninemoosha, the Sweetheart. What's here? Scud. Evidence! ExitScudderandPete,R.1. you seen dem big tears in his eyes. 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. "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). [Music. The Octoroon This project is the construction of an annotated, digitized text of the American and British versions of Dion Boucicault's controversial 1859 melodrama of interracial relationships and plantation life in antebellum Louisiana, with an archive of materials on performance for scholarly and pedagogical use. Will ye? Scud. Where are they? Some of you niggers run and hole de hosses; and take dis, Dido. 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. If I must die, give me up to the law; but save me from the tomahawk. When she goes along, she just leaves a streak of love behind her. Scud. Mrs. P.Wahnotee, will you go back to your people? ---Cane-brake Bayou.---Bank,C.---Triangle Fire,R. C.---Canoe,C.---M'Closky*discovered asleep. But dis ain't all. It concerns the residents of a Louisiana plantation called Terrebonne, and sparked debates about the abolition of slavery and the role of theatre in politics. Thar's Miss Dora---that girl's in love with you; yes, sir, her eyes are startin' out of her head with it; now her fortune would redeem a good part of this estate. ", Pete. I would be alone a little while. [Rising.] Dear Dora, try to understand it with your heart. Isn't he sweet! The play was adapted by Branden Jacobs-Jenkins as An Octoroon in 2014. "When she goes along, she just leaves a streak of love behind her. Job had none of them critters on his plantation, else he'd never ha' stood through so many chapters. I must operate and take my own likeness too---how debbel I do dat? [Laughing.] O! So we believe; and so mad are the folks around, if they catch the red-skin they'll lynch him sure. They owed him over fifty thousand dollars. I brought half this ruin on this family, with my all-fired improvements. Do you know what that is? Scud. he's allers in for it. O, you horrible man! That's about right. [Aside.] Zoe! 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. Mrs. Pey. Yonder the boy still lurks with those mail-bags; the devil still keeps him here to tempt me, darn his yellow skin. Hark! dead---and above him---Ah! [Shouts heard,R.]. M'Closky. For what I have done, let me be tried. Dido. Well, he cut that for the photographing line. Scud. Dem debils. Denora Boone, Everybody who went to Vietnam carries his or her own version of the war. Sunny. Paul. Sorry I can't help you, but the fact is, you're in such an all-fired mess that you couldn't be pulled out without a derrick. 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