Well when I say go, den lift dis rag like dis, see! [Returns to table and drinks.]. Eleven hundred---going---going---sold! You seem already familiar with the names of every spot on the estate. No---no. You thought you had cornered me, did ye? Hillo! Raits. O, you horrible man! They owed him over fifty thousand dollars. Zoe. Scud. Mrs. P.O, Salem! [Stands with his hand extended towards the house, and tableau.]. Scud. The Judge is a little deaf. The judge didn't understand accounts---the overseer did. I guess he ain't left home yet, Colonel. The sheriff from New Orleans has taken possession---Terrebonne is in the hands of the law. Each word you utter makes my love sink deeper into my heart. Scud. Nothing; but you must learn what I thought you already knew. George, you cannot marry me; the laws forbid it! Solon. George still loves Zoe, telling her: "[T]his knowledge brings no revolt to my heart, and I . "Madam, we are instructed by the firm of Mason and Co., to inform you that a dividend of forty per cent, is payable on the 1st proximo, this amount in consideration of position, they send herewith, and you will find enclosed by draft to your order, on the Bank of Louisiana, which please acknowledge---the balance will be paid in full, with interest, in three, six, and nine months---your drafts on Mason Brothers at those dates will be accepted by La Palisse and Compagnie, N. O., so that you may command immediate use of the whole amount at once, if required. Is de folks head bad? 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. Weenee Paul. Paul. His new cotton gins broke down, the steam sugar-mills burst up, until he finished off with his folly what Mr. M'Closky with his knavery began. Just as soon as we put this cotton on board. 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. Paul! [Examines paper.]. Scud. Thib. Point. Zoe, tell Pete to give my mare a feed, will ye? He is incapable of any but sincere and pure feelings---so are you. 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? Scud. Ratts. Hush! The apparatus can't mistake. [Georgepours contents of phial in glass. Mrs. P.You are out early this morning, George. Point. ], Pete. You told me it produced a long, long sleep. Zoe. [*Exit*Mrs. Peyton*and*George,L.U.E.] A slave! I can think of nothing but the image that remains face to face with me: so beautiful, so simple, so confiding, that I dare not express the feelings that have grown up so rapidly in my heart. Pete. Gen'l'men, my colored frens and ladies, dar's mighty bad news gone round. Zoe. That's Solon's wife and children, Judge. Zoe. then I shall be sold!---sold! Dora. Improvements---anything, from a stay-lace to a fire-engine. dem tings---dem?---getaway [*makes blow at the*Children.]
And all for the sake of that old woman and that young puppy---eh? M'Closky. [Sits. The men leave to fetch the authorities, but McClosky escapes. *Re-enter*Lafouche,R.,with smashed apparatus. What's de charge, Mas'r Scudder? Do not weep, George. When I am dead she will not be jealous of your love for me, no laws will stand between us. Hi! "Ma'am, your nose drawed it. Scud. Zoe. Judge, my friend. [Rises.] No, it ain't; because, just then, what does the judge do, but hire another overseer---a Yankee---a Yankee named Salem Scudder. I must operate and take my own likeness too---how debbel I do dat? The Octoroon (1912) Quotes It looks like we don't have any Quotes for this title yet. Pete Hamill, The darkest moments for me weren't necessarily winding up in the hospital or anything like that. I fetch as much as any odder cook in Louisiana. Pete. Zoe. M'Closky.
It makes my blood so hot I feel my heart hiss. he is here. Since this letter would allow Mrs. Peyton to avoid selling Terrebonne, McClosky kills Paul and takes the letter. Enjoy reading and share 1 famous quotes about The Octoroonwith everyone. He's yours, Captain Ratts, Magnolia steamer. Is it on such evidence you'd hang a human being? It contains elements of Romanticism and melodrama. Every word of it, Squire. George. You don't see Zoe, Mr. Sunnyside. What, sar? I'ss, Mas'r George. You ign'ant Injiun, it can't hurt you! I have remarked that she is treated by the neighbors with a kind of familiar condescension that annoyed me. Scene.---The Wharf, The Steamer "Magnolia" alongside,L.;a bluff rock,R.U.E. Ratts*discovered, superintending the loading of ship. Scud. Haven't you worked like a horse? Mrs. Peyton, George Peyton, Terrebonne is yours. M'Closky. I'm broke, Solon---I can't stop the Judge. Pete. Sunny. Go now, George---leave me---take her with you. Pete. Hold on! the bags are mine---now for it!---[Opens mail-bags.] George, do you see that hand you hold? 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. Paul. Born here! I dare say you left at least a dozen beloved women there, at the same time. Boucicault's manuscript actually reads "Indian, French and 'Merican." I feel so big with joy, creation ain't wide enough to hold me. Hush! The auctioneer arrives, along with prospective buyers, McClosky among them. No; but you, aunty, you are wise---you know every plant, don't you, and what it is good for? I'd give half the balance of my life to wipe out my part of the work. [Throws down apron.] Yes; I kept the letters, and squandered the money. Point. Ya!---as he? 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. Where am I to get it? Mrs. P.Why didn't you mention this before? he must not see me. Ten years ago the judge took as overseer a bit of Connecticut hardware called M'Closky. You'se a dead man, Mas'r Clusky---you got to b'lieve dat. M'Closky,Why not? So it is. Say, Mas'r Scudder, take me in dat telescope? Now's your time.---[Aloud.] I'm gwine! Hold on, you'll see. I have a restorative here---will you poor it in the glass? [Points with knife off,R.] D'ye see that tree?---it's called a live oak, and is a native here; beside it grows a creeper; year after year that creeper twines its long arms round and round the tree---sucking the earth dry all about its roots---living on its life---overrunning its branches, until at last the live oak withers and dies out. Paul! No---no. Ratts. [Searching him.] Dora. Ask him, I want to know; don't say I told you to inquire, but find out. How can she then ask her father to free me? I'm from fair to middlin', like a bamboo cane, much the same all the year round. Here then, I'll put back these Peytons in Terrebonne, and they shall know you done it; yes, they'll have you to thank for saving them from ruin. there's that noise again! Can't be ober dar an' here too---I ain't twins. Is that you, Mr. Overseer? Yah! 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? 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. Hello! [*Aside to*Mrs. ], Paul. That's enough. Zoe. M'Closky. Here you are, in the very attitude of your crime! Point. I'll have her, if it costs me my life! Scud. Come, Judge, pick up. Sunny. Zoe. Now, take care what you do. Scud. Scud. 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. Pete. How dar you say dat, you black nigger, you? I didn't know whether they are completely honest. Is not Dora worth any man's---. Zoe. Zoe. I thought I heard the sound of a paddle in the water. I can never sleep now without dreaming. Ah, George, our race has at least one virtue---it knows how to suffer! Burn, burn! I will take the best room in the Grand Central or the Orndorff Hotel. 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. Ya! I'm waiting on your fifty thousand bid. he's allers in for it. What? Then, if I sink every dollar I'm worth in her purchase, I'll own that Octoroon. I'll murder this yer crowd, [*He chases*Childrenabout; they leap over railing at back. To be alive is to be breathing. "No. Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them. Bah! Point. Now fix yourself. Dido. how sad she looks now she has no resource. [SeesPete,*who has set his pail down*L. C.up stage, and goes to sleep on it.] Five hundred bid---it's a good price. Scud. Not a picayune. George. why don't you do it? [Fire seen,R.]. We've caught this murdering Injiun, and are going to try him. Scud. I'm not guilty; would ye murder me? Zoe. O, that's it, is it? twit him on his silence and abstraction---I'm sure it's plain enough, for he has not spoken two words to me all the day; then joke round the subject, and at last speak out. No; if you were I'd buy you, if you cost all I'm worth. Look! Let me relate you the worst cases. I always said you were the darndest thief that ever escaped a white jail to misrepresent the North to the South. Now don't stir. It was like trying to make a shark sit up and beg for treats. O, law, sir, dat debil Closky, he tore hisself from de gen'lam, knock me down, take my light, and trows it on de turpentine barrels, and de shed's all afire! Pete. Go, Minnie, tell Pete; run! here are marks of blood---look thar, red-skin, what's that? Why don't he speak?---I mean, you feared I might not give you credit for sincere and pure feelings. He is sitting on on my prize! 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. I wish to speak to you. [Kicks pail from underPete,*and lets him down.*]. 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. George. Dora. Paul. Yonder the boy still lurks with those mail-bags; the devil still keeps him here to tempt me, darn his yellow skin. That they become fads. [*Takes Indian's tomahawk and steals to*Paul. Is the prisoner guilty, or is he not guilty? Scud. Mrs. P.Hospitality in Europe is a courtesy; here, it is an obligation. Why, with principal and interest this debt has been more than doubled in twenty years. Pete, as you came here, did you pass Paul and the Indian with the letter-bags? what a bright, gay creature she is! What's here? When Paul was taken down with the swamp fever the Indian sat outside the hut, and neither ate, slept, or spoke for five days, till the child could recognize and call him to his bedside. Hold on now! Ratts. M'Closky. George. Fellow-citizens, you are convened and assembled here under a higher power than the law. Buy me, Mas'r Ratts, do buy me, sar? George. The devil I am! Scud. You're a man as well as an auctioneer, ain't ye? Aunt, I will take my rifle down to the Atchafalaya. Denora Boone, Everybody who went to Vietnam carries his or her own version of the war. Even a letter, promising something---such is the feeling round amongst the planters. Then I shall never leave Terrebonne---the drink, nurse; the drink; that I may never leave my home---my dear, dear home. What's here---judgments? The Steamer moves off---fire kept up---M'Closky*re-enters,*R.,*swimming on.*. O, Zoe! Dora. When I travelled round with this machine, the homely folks used to sing out, "Hillo, mister, this ain't like me!" Good morning, Colonel. Some of those sirens of Paris, I presume, [Pause.] And I remained here to induce you to offer that heart to Dora! For a year or two all went fine. Pete. To Jacob M'Closky, the Octoroon girl, Zoe, twenty-five thousand dollars. 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. Hillo! "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). Ah. Ratts. George. Top Boucicault The Octoroon Quotes. [Wahnotee*raises apron and runs off,*L.U.E.Paul*sits for his picture---M'Closkyappears from*R.U.E.]. this is worth taking to---in this desk the judge used to keep one paper I want---this should be it. Scud.
Zoe. M'Closky. An Octoroon is a play written by Branden Jacobs-Jenkins. Enjoy reading and share 1 famous quotes about The Octoroon with everyone. Providence has chosen your executioner. M'Closky. gib it to ole Pete! 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. The Octoroon (1913) - Quotes - IMDb Menu Edit The Octoroon (1913) Quotes It looks like we don't have any Quotes for this title yet. Pete. air you true? Sunny. Gosh, wouldn't I like to hab myself took! Zoe. Paul's best friend, the Indian Wahnotee, discovers Paul's body; he can speak only poor English, however, and is unable to communicate the tragedy to anyone else. "But, sir, it ain't agreeable." All there is there would kill one, wouldn't it? 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. Deep songs don't come from the surface; they come from the deep down. If there is no bid for the estate and stuff, we'll sell it in smaller lots. I think we may begin business. Scud. Synopsis. [*Gives her coffee-pot to hold, and hobbles off, followed bySolonand*Dido,R.U.E.], Sunny. Zoe. He plans to buy her and make her his mistress. [Sitting,R. C.] A pretty mess you've got this estate in---. [R. C.] Pardon me, madam, but do you know these papers? Lafouche. 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. I deserve to be a nigger this day---I feel like one, inside. Pete. Dem doctors ain't no 'count; dey don't know nuffin. 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! European, I suppose. Dar, do ye hear dat, ye mis'able darkies, dem gals is worth a boat load of kinder men dem is. He loves Zoe, and has found out that she loves him. Go on, Pete, you've waked up the Christian here, and the old hoss responds. Mrs. P.Read, George. Act II Summary. It is certain, madam; the judge was negligent, and doubtless forgot this small formality. Stop, Zoe; come here! I'll trouble you for that piece of baccy, Judge---thank you---so, gentlemen, as life is short, we'll start right off. Traduced! O! Dora! No. I tell ye, 't'ain't so---we can't do it---we've got to be sold---, Pete. O, Zoe, my child! ain't that a pooty gun. [Draws knife.] 'Top; you look, you Wahnotee; you see dis rag, eh? She didn't mind how kind old judge was to her; and Solon, too, he'll holler, and break de ole lady's heart. Lynch him! You blow, Mas'r Scudder, when I tole you; dere's a man from Noo Aleens just arriv' at de house, and he's stuck up two papers on de gates; "For sale---dis yer property," and a heap of oder tings---and he seen missus, and arter he shown some papers she burst out crying---I yelled; den de corious of little niggers dey set up, den de hull plantation children---de live stock reared up and created a purpiration of lamentation as did de ole heart good to har. Save me---save me! I see we are just in time for breakfast. Guess they nebber was born---dem tings! 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---. It's no use you putting on airs; I ain't gwine to sit up wid you all night and you drunk. For what I have done, let me be tried. Consarn those Liverpool English fellers, why couldn't they send something by the last mail? One morning dey swarmed on a sassafras tree in de swamp, and I cotched 'em all in a sieve.---dat's how dey come on top of dis yearth---git out, you,---ya, ya! Gentlemen, we are all acquainted with the circumstances of this girl's position, and I feel sure that no one here will oppose the family who desires to redeem the child of our esteemed and noble friend, the late Judge Peyton. EnterZoe,L.U.E.,very pale, and stands on table.---M'Closkyhitherto has taken no interest in the sale, now turns his chair. O, here, do you know what annuity the old judge left you is worth to-day? Lynch him! ], M'Closky. How would you like to rule the house of the richest planter on Atchafalaya---eh? Zoe. What you's gwine to do, missey? Have I slept upon the benefits I received, and never saw, never felt, never knew that I was forgetful and ungrateful? And so you really kept those foolish letters? I have come to say good-by, sir; two hard words---so hard, they might break many a heart; mightn't they? Zoe, you are pale. M'Closky. Mrs. P.She need not keep us waiting breakfast, though. Zoe. Well, near on five hundred dollars. 4, the Octoroon girl, Zoe.". Liverpool post mark. 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? [Examines the ground.] [*ExitM'Closkyand*Pointdexter,R.U.E. Scud. Scud. Pete. How came they in your possession? Paul. [Raises hand to back of his neck.] Just turn your face a leetle this way---fix your---let's see---look here. George. The poetry and the songs that you are suppose to write, I believe are in your heart. I saw a small bottle of cologne and asked if it was for sale. We'll hire out our slaves, and live on their wages. you remind me so much of your uncle, the judge. He's too fond of thieving and whiskey. None o' ye ign'rant niggars could cry for yerselves like dat. you seen dem big tears in his eyes. 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