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Dora. We are catching fire forward; quick, set free from the shore. M'Closky. Zoe. None o' ye ign'rant niggars could cry for yerselves like dat. Alas! Some of those sirens of Paris, I presume, [Pause.] Pete. Those free papers ain't worth the sand that's on 'em. George reluctantly agrees. I've been to the negro quarters. And all for the sake of that old woman and that young puppy---eh? No, dear. You gib me rattan, Mas'r Clostry, but I guess you take a berry long stick to Wahnotee; ugh, he make bacon of you. Lafouche. Zoe, you are young; your mirror must have told you that you are beautiful. What's this? I must launch my dug-out, and put for the bay, and in a few hours I shall be safe from pursuit on board of one of the coasting schooners that run from Galveston to Matagorda. Be the first to contribute! Pete. Ratts. Dora. Says he'll go if I'll go with him. A Room in Mrs. Peyton's house; entrances,R.U.E.*andL.U.E.---An Auction Bill stuck up,*L.---chairs,C.,*and tables,*R. and L. Pete. Good morning, Mrs. Peyton. Well---I didn't mean to kill him, did I? But now I guess it will arrive too late---these darned U. S. mails are to blame. 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. [Brings hammer down.] Peyton.] [They approach again.]. Last night I overheard you weeping in your room, and you said, "I'd rather see her dead than so! George. But dis ain't all. Paul. He has a strange way of showing it. If even Asian women saw the men of their own blood as less than other men, what was the use in arguing otherwise? Scudder. [Reads.] PART ONE: The estate of Terrebonne, in Louisiana, had been heavily mortgaged by the owner, Judge Payton, who, when he died, left the estate to his brother's widow and her son George, making Mrs. Peyton the guardian of Zoe, his natural daughter by a quadroon. M'Closky. That's Solon's wife and children, Judge. Well, you wrong me. Scud. tink anybody wants you to cry? What court of law would receive such evidence? [Fire seen,R.]. Excuse me; one of the principal mortgagees has made the demand. When I travelled round with this machine, the homely folks used to sing out, "Hillo, mister, this ain't like me!" You know you can't be jealous of a poor creature like me. 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.*. The first mortgagee bids forty thousand dollars. Search him, we may find more evidence. EnterSolon*andDidowith coffee-pot, dishes, &c.,*R.U.E. Dido. They are gone!---[*Glancing at*George.] and will despise me, spurn me, loathe me, when he learns who, what, he has so loved.---[Aloud.] Scud. You told me it produced a long, long sleep. Sunny. Ha, ha! Many a night I've laid awake and thought how to pull them through, till I've cried like a child over the sum I couldn't do; and you know how darned hard 'tis to make a Yankee cry. Zoe. No; not you---George. Essay Topics. Zoe is your child by a quadroon slave, and you didn't free her; blood! I hope it will turn out better than most of my notions. Gustave Flaubert, Not that anyone short of God Almighty could have gotten Marcus Senior to rest and take it easy. ain't that a pooty gun. Alas! I will be thirty years old again in thirty seconds. Yes, sir; they were the free papers of the girl Zoe; but they were in my husband's secretary. No, it won't; we have confessed to Dora that we love each other. Tullian Tchividjian. you bomn'ble fry---git out---a gen'leman can't pass for you. Between us we've ruined these Peytons; you fired the judge, and I finished off the widow. 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? Point. [Slowly lowering his whip,] Darn you, red skin, I'll pay you off some day, both of ye. here's Mas'r Sunnyside, and Missey Dora, jist drov up. Let him answer for the boy, then. is this true?---no, it ain't---darn it, say it ain't. M'Closky. Scud. Will she gladly see you wedded to the child of her husband's slave? Go, Minnie, tell Pete; run! there it comes---it comes---don't you hear a footstep on the dry leaves? Zoe! I'm writing about America's relationship to its own history. Jodie Sweetin, Come down and eat chicken with me beautiful. Try him, then---try him on the spot of his crime. [Shows plate. Scud. [Laughing.] 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. M'Closky. [*Seeing*Dora.] [Wrenches it from him.] Consarn those Liverpool English fellers, why couldn't they send something by the last mail? The devil I am! Well, what d'ye say, Lafouche---d'ye smile? [Inside room.] I brought half this ruin on this family, with my all-fired improvements. D'ye hear that, Jacob? Go outside, there; listen to what you hear, then go down to the quarters and tell the boys, for I can't do it. I could not do it. stan' round thar! Wahnotee appears, drunk and sorrowful, and tells them that Paul is buried near them. 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. Wahnotee. Zoe. M'Closky. Then, if I sink every dollar I'm worth in her purchase, I'll own that Octoroon. Farewell, Dora. I am free! So it went, till one day the judge found the tap wouldn't run. One of them is prepared with a self-developing liquid that I've invented. [SeesPete,*who has set his pail down*L. C.up stage, and goes to sleep on it.] Will ye? "All right," says the judge, and away went a thousand acres; so at the end of eight years, Jacob M'Closky, Esquire, finds himself proprietor of the richest half of Terrebonne---. ], Paul. What, Mr. Ratts, are you going to invest in swamps? Now I'm ready. M'Closky hates Scudder in return, especially because they both love Zoe, Mr. Peyton's "octoroon" daughter, Zoe. I'll gib it you! Scud. Yes, for you, for me, for dem little ones, dem folks cried. there's that noise again! And you killed him? Where's that man from Mobile that wanted to give one hundred and eighty thousand? [Seated,R. C.] Fan me, Minnie.---[Aside.] George. They have realized that Paul is missing, and most believe him dead. M'Closky. Peyton.]. It is certain, madam; the judge was negligent, and doubtless forgot this small formality. M'Closky. Do I? Well, he lived in New York by sittin' with his heels up in front of French's Hotel, and inventin'---. No; but I loved you so, I could not bear my fate; and then I stood your heart and hers. Zoe. I'm going to straighten this account clear out. 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. Here! Ratts. O, how I lapped up her words, like a thirsty bloodhound! Point. Are you ready? Dora. 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! Here's a pictur' for a civilized community to afford; yonder, a poor, ignorant savage, and round him a circle of hearts, white with revenge and hate, thirsting for his blood; you call yourselves judges---you ain't---you're a jury of executioners. dat right! shall we have one law for the red-skin and another for the white? I tell ye, 't'ain't so---we can't do it---we've got to be sold---, Pete. [C.] I'm sorry to intrude, but the business I came upon will excuse me. Look there, jurymen. Miss Sunnyside, permit me a word; a feeling of delicacy has suspended upon my lips an avowal, which---. 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. What's de charge, Mas'r Scudder? European, I suppose. Grace. George. Sunny. Make an argument for each side of the slavery argument here, analyzing how the play could be read as both anti- and pro-slavery. [*Enter*George,C.] Ah! laws a massey! Pete. M'Closky. Your eyes are red. that'll save her. Look! Pete. Dido. George R R Martin. The word Octoroon signifies "one-eighth blood" or the child of a Quadroon by a white. 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! What's here---judgments? She refuses, but Zoe steals the bottle from her anyway and runs off. Ratts. he must not see me. Scud. [Darts between them.] Come, Judge, pick up. I want you to buy Terrebonne. Scud. 'An Octoroon' was written over about three years but premiered in 2014. Just click the "Edit page" button at the bottom of the page or learn more in the Quotes submission guide. Get out, you cub! Enjoy reading and share 1 famous quotes about The Octoroon with everyone. Say what you know---not what you heard. Hi! Laws, mussey! Extremely popular, the play was kept running continuously for years by seven road companies. you stan' dar, I see you Ta demine usti. My darling! my life, my happy life; why has it been so bright? Yes, near the quick there is a faint blue mark. Come, Mr. Thibodeaux, a man has a chance once in his life---here's yours. Ratts. George. Deborah Blake, I don't think you get to good writing unless you expose yourself and your feelings. he does not know, he does not know! Well, ma'am, I spose there's no law agin my bidding for it. Just one month ago I quitted Paris. 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. M'Closky. Hold on a bit. Zoe. Point. Dido. 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. I feel so big with joy, creation ain't wide enough to hold me. Zoe. Mrs. P.[L. C.] My nephew is not acquainted with our customs in Louisiana, but he will soon understand. Yes; you was the first to hail Judge Lynch. Race or not, it's a story about . Zoe. Zoe, if all I possess would buy your freedom, I would gladly give it. 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. EnterPete,with lantern, andScudder,with note book,R. Scud. This gal and them children belong to that boy Solon there. I was up before daylight. [Puts his head under the darkening apron.] Mrs. P.O, sir, I don't value the place for its price, but for the many happy days I've spent here; that landscape, flat and uninteresting though it may be, is full of charm for me; those poor people, born around me, growing up about my heart, have bounded my view of life; and now to lose that homely scene, lose their black, ungainly faces; O, sir, perhaps you should be as old as I am, to feel as I do, when my past life is torn away from me. 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. 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. Zoe. I must operate and take my own likeness too---how debbel I do dat? Mrs. Peyton, George Peyton, Terrebonne is yours. Scud. By fair means I don't think you can get her, and don't you try foul with her, 'cause if you do, Jacob, civilization be darned. Hello! Thank you, Mas'r Ratts: I die for you, sar; hold up for me, sar. Dora. You'll find him scenting round the rum store, hitched up by the nose. See, I'm calm. M'Closky. *] Whenever I gets into company like yours, I always start with the advantage on my side. Pete. I'll sweep these Peytons from this section of the country. Sunny. 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. 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. 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. Hold on, now! Mrs. P.Terrebonne for sale, and you, sir, will doubtless become its purchaser. He don't understand; he speaks a mash-up of Indian and Mexican. Zoe, tell Pete to give my mare a feed, will ye? you're looking well. M'Closky. George. 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. That's his programme---here's a pocket-book. You are illegitimate, but love knows no prejudice. You can bet I'm going to make this . No, sir; you have omitted the Octoroon girl, Zoe. Mrs. P.George, you are incorrigible. Hold your tongue---it must. Mrs. P.No wonder! Come, Paul, are you ready? Ah! After various slaves are auctioned off, George and the buyers are shocked to see Zoe up on the stand. Pete. Stan' back, I say I I'll nip the first that lays a finger on Him. [Knocks.] [Raises hand to back of his neck.] Mrs. Pey. Dion Boucicault. where am I? Judge, my friend. If I was to try, I'd bust. Zoe. Fire!---one, two, three. Scud. Curse their old families---they cut me---a bilious, conceited, thin lot of dried up aristocracy. Darn that girl; she makes me quiver when I think of her; she's took me for all I'm worth. 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. What was this here Scudder? Your own Zoe, that loves you, aunty, so much, so much.---[Gets phial.] Point. [Sits,R. C.]. Scud. Fifteen thousand bid for the Octoroon. The sun is rising. You don't come here to take life easy. Zoe. Scud. Synopsis. Everybody---that is, I heard so. Do you know what the niggers round here call that sight? Scud. *EnterPete, Pointdexter, Jackson, Lafouche,and*Caillou,R.U.E. Pete. Those little flowers can live, but I cannot. Scud. Let me proceed by illustration. The Octoroon Important Quotes 1. 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. Pete. Scud. [R.] Well, what's the use of argument whar guilt sticks out so plain; the boy and Injiun were alone when last seen. Now, den, if Grace dere wid her chil'n were all sold, she'll begin screechin' like a cat. ], Pete. You made her life too happy, and now these tears will be. Wahnotee tracks him down and confronts him; in the ensuing struggle, Wahnotee kills McClosky. I see it in your face. Zoe. side.---A table and chairs,R.C. Gracediscovered sitting at breakfast-table with Children. is dat him creeping dar? Dora. When I am dead she will not be jealous of your love for me, no laws will stand between us. And what shall I say? [Opens it.] 'Tain't you he has injured, 'tis the white man, whose laws he has offended. Where is he? No! Away with him---put him down the aft hatch, till we rig his funeral. Just click the "Edit page" button at the bottom of the page or learn more in the Quotes submission guide. I hope we don't intrude on the family. 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. Hole yer tongues. Dora. Then buy the hands along with the property. Pete. Boucicault adapted the play from the novel The Quadroon by Thomas Mayne Reid (1856). Scud. Ratts. Yes, ma'am, I hold a mortgage over Terrebonne; mine's a ninth, and pretty near covers all the property, except the slaves. Why, Dora, what's the matter? Mrs. Claiborne Miss Clinton. I shall do so if you weep. Unlock this Study Guide! Dat's me---yer, I'm comin'---stand around dar. 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? Squire Sunnyside, you've got a pretty bit o' land, Squire. they call it the Yankee hugging the Creole. Grace (a Yellow Girl, a Slave) Miss Gimber Dido (the Cook, a Slave) Mrs. Dunn. [George*tries to regain his gun;Wahnoteerefuses to give it up;Paul,quietly takes it from him and remonstrates with him.*]. My father gives me freedom---at least he thought so. Yes, den a glass ob fire-water; now den. Do not weep, George. Ain't that a cure for old age; it kinder lifts the heart up, don't it? if I had you one by one, alone in the swamp, I'd rip ye all. look sar! Hey! O, how d'ye do, sir? [Georgepours contents of phial in glass. Zoe. *Enter*Wahnotee,R.;they are all about to rush on him. Ratts. [Takes them.] I shan't interfere. [Solon goes down and stands behind Ratts.] I appeal against your usurped authority. Sunnyside, Pointdexter, Jackson, Peyton; here it is---the Liverpool post-mark, sure enough!---[Opens letter---reads.] We are always in a perpetual state of being created and creating ourselves. [Going.]. You thought you had cornered me, did ye? Dora. Dora. M'Closky. Sunny. 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. [Draws knife.] He's yours, Captain Ratts, Magnolia steamer. It will cost me all I'm worth. I am his love---he loves an Octoroon. [Sits down.] George. Bless his dear old handwriting, it's all I ever saw of him. George. [Smiling.] He loves Zoe, and has found out that she loves him. No; a weakness, that's all---a little water. you seen dem big tears in his eyes. George. Zoe. Eleven hundred---going---going---sold! [Cry of "fire" heard---Engine bells heard---steam whistle noise.]. two forms! He said I want a nigger. Salem's looking a kinder hollowed out. Author: Mike Watt. Is not Dora worth any man's---. Where am I to get it? The child---'tis he! Quotations by Branden Jacobs-Jenkins, American Playwright, Born December 29, 1984. George. No, ma'am; here's the plan of it. "A fine, well-built old family mansion, replete with every comfort.". how can you say so? Zoe. Shan't I! Mrs. P.She need not keep us waiting breakfast, though. Lynch him! Research Playwrights, Librettists, Composers and Lyricists. Stephen King, I have a feeling that demonstrations don't accomplish anything. No, it ain't; because, just then, what does the judge do, but hire another overseer---a Yankee---a Yankee named Salem Scudder. It's soooo dark. I'll clear him off there---he'll never know what stunned him. Stand around and let me pass---room thar! Tousand dollars, Massa Thibodeaux. Ages 12-17: Camp Broadway Ensemble @ Carnegie Hall. Come along; she har what we say, and she's cryin' for us. he's coming this way, fighting with his Injiun. Mrs. P.I cannot find the entry in my husband's accounts; but you, Mr. M'Closky, can doubtless detect it. 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. Scud. George. You don't see Zoe, Mr. Sunnyside. [2] Among antebellum melodramas, it was considered second in popularity only to Uncle Tom's Cabin (1852).[3]. Scud. Listen to me. Well, sir, what does this Scudder do but introduces his inventions and improvements on this estate. Mrs. P.The child was a favorite of the judge, who encouraged his gambols. Paul. George. Jackson. McClosky has proved that Judge Peyton did not succeed in legally freeing her, as he had meant to do. Lynch him! [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.*]. Scud. what are you doing there, you young varmint! You got dat bottle of rum hid under your blanket---gib it up now, you---Yar! clar out! I dare say, now, that in Europe you have never met any lady more beautiful in person, or more polished in manners, than that girl. No. M'Closky. They do not notice Zoe.---[Aloud.] Sunny. Hold on now! O, here he is. Jacob M'Closky, 'twas you murdered that boy! 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. Scud. good, good nurse: you will, you will. I wish to speak to you. Your birth---I know it. What! I will, quicker than lightning. No other cause to hate---to envy me---to be jealous of me---eh? I lost them in the cedar swamp---again they haunted my path down the bayou, moving as I moved, resting when I rested---hush! He and his apparatus arrived here, took the judge's likeness and his fancy, who made him overseer right off. The proof is here, in my heart. I shall never understand how to wound the feelings of any lady; and, if that is the custom here, I shall never acquire it. George---George---hush---they come! [Dies.---George*lowers her head gently.---Kneels.---Others form picture. For the first time, twenty-five thousand---last time! Wahnotee? No, no! George, dear George, do you love me? Forgive him, Dora; for he knew no better until I told him. O, forgive him and me! [*Takes Indian's tomahawk and steals to*Paul. Sharon Gannon. See also George. Mrs. P.Yes, there is a hope left yet, and I cling to it. How are we sure the boy is dead at all? Pete. O, Zoe! You've made me cry, then, and I hate you both! Whoever said so lied. Paul has promised me a bear and a deer or two. Look at 'em, Jacob, for they are honest water from the well of truth. 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. this is worth taking to---in this desk the judge used to keep one paper I want---this should be it. You're bidding to separate them, Judge. The term sensation drama caught on when Boucicault's The Colleen Bawn, adapted from Gerald Grifn's novel The Collegians, became a hit in 1860. Scud. I left that siren city as I would have left a beloved woman. "The free papers of my daughter, Zoe, registered February 4th, 1841." dem darkies! M'Closky. Here, stay! 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.". Burn! The New York Times noted 'its striking merits as a sensational drama' I heard voices. Scud. [During the dialogueWahnoteehas takenGeorge'sgun. I think we may begin business. See also Trivia | Goofs | Crazy Credits | Alternate Versions | Connections | Soundtracks Did You Know? Dar, do ye hear dat, ye mis'able darkies, dem gals is worth a boat load of kinder men dem is. Yah! Wal, as it consarns you, perhaps you better had. What's come ob de child? 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. [Wahnotee*raises apron and runs off,*L.U.E.Paul*sits for his picture---M'Closkyappears from*R.U.E.]. Scud. Point. George. Terrebonne is yours. a slave! What? The Octoroon (1913) - Quotes - IMDb Menu Edit The Octoroon (1913) Quotes It looks like we don't have any Quotes for this title yet. Scud. Stop, Zoe; come here! Ya! Pete. ], George. there again!---no; it was only the wind over the canes. What say ye? Top The Octoroon Quotes I will be thirty years old again in thirty seconds. Liverpool post mark. What, sar! Paul. Important Quotes. Dora. Mrs. P.Sellyourself, George! George. Ratts. Just click the "Edit page" button at the bottom of the page or learn more in the Quotes submission guide. 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. There's one name on the list of slaves scratched, I see. Scud. In comparison, a quadroon would have one quarter African ancestry and a mulatto for the most part has historically implied half African ancestry. [*With-draws slide, turns and sees*Paul.] Zoe, they shall not take you from us while I live. Scud. The Octoroon Act II Summary & Analysis. Scene.---The Wharf, The Steamer "Magnolia" alongside,L.;a bluff rock,R.U.E. Ratts*discovered, superintending the loading of ship. [Raising his voice.] have I fixed ye? [Dances.]. Zoe, what have I said to wound you? Pete. Ah! The list of your slaves is incomplete---it wants one. I won't hear a word! For a year or two all went fine. Mrs. Pey. Steamer `` Magnolia '' alongside, L George and the buyers are shocked to see Zoe up on the of! 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