Zoe. Sunny. Dat's right, missus! Ratts. Mrs. P.Yes; the firm has recovered itself, and I received a notice two months ago that some settlement might be anticipated. My love! That one black drop of blood burns in her veins and lights up her heart like a foggy sun. You heard him say it was hopeless. Why, judge, wasn't you lawyer enough to know that while a judgment stood against you it was a lien on your 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. The men accuse Wahnotee of the murder, and McClosky calls for him to be lynched. Wahnotee tracks him down and confronts him; in the ensuing struggle, Wahnotee kills McClosky. A large table is in theC.,at back. Hugh vieu. Hark! *] Whenever I gets into company like yours, I always start with the advantage on my side. Pete. I left my loves and my creditors equally inconsolable. I don't know; she may as well hear the hull of it. He confesses it; the Indian got drunk, quarreled with him, and killed him. Born here---dem darkies? ", Pete. Scud. He sleeps---no; I see a light. Mas'r Ratts, you hard him sing about de place where de good niggers go, de last time. Paying the iron price. George. [Aside.] I will! D'ye hear it---nearer---nearer---ah! what are you blowing about like a steamboat with one wheel for? Don't b'lieve dey'll turn out niggers when dey're growed; dey'll come out sunthin else. I listen dar jess now---dar was ole lady cryin'---Mas'r George---ah! Frank Capra, If you wish to achieve worthwhile things in your personal and career life, you must become a worthwhile person in your own self-development. [Smiling.] If I must die, give me up to the law; but save me from the tomahawk. air you true? Your birth---I know it. Dat you drink is fust rate for red fever. Synopsis. Zoe. George, you may without a blush confess your love for the Octoroon! Scud. M'Closky. you remind me so much of your uncle, the judge. Well, he cut that for the photographing line. Scad. George. I'll bear it. ], M'Closky. 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. I will! Irish - Dramatist December 26, 1822 - September 18, 1890. Darn ye! Dere's a dish of pen-pans---jess taste, Mas'r George---and here's fried bananas; smell 'em, do, sa glosh. Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them. he must not see me. "No. Dat's what her soul's gwine to do. Scud. why were you not my son---you are so like my dear husband. My love? Hey! yar, you Wahnotee! [Dies.---George*lowers her head gently.---Kneels.---Others form picture. Look here, the boy knows and likes me, Judge; let him come my way? [Tableaux.]. There are no witnesses but a rum bottle and an old machine. Mrs. Pey. 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. Now, ma'am, I'd like a little business, if agreeable. I feel so big with joy, creation ain't wide enough to hold me. Come, Zoe, don't be a fool; I'd marry you if I could, but you know I can't; so just say what you want. Pete. Well, is he not thus afflicted now? I could not do it. Their presence keeps alive the reproach against me that I ruined them; yet, if this money should come. 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. [falls on her knees, with her face in her hands] no---no master, but one. Zoe. George. Ratts. Where's that man from Mobile that wanted to give one hundred and eighty thousand? Grace. No, it ain't; because, just then, what does the judge do, but hire another overseer---a Yankee---a Yankee named Salem Scudder. M'Closky. No, sar; but dem vagabonds neber take de 'specable straight road, dey goes by de swamp. Sunny. Be the first to contribute! What! Zoe, they shall not take you from us while I live. O, you horrible man! If she ain't worth her weight in sunshine you may take one of my fingers off, and choose which you like. So we believe; and so mad are the folks around, if they catch the red-skin they'll lynch him sure. [Fire seen,R.]. Ain't that a cure for old age; it kinder lifts the heart up, don't it? George. I will, quicker than lightning. Ain't he! What in thunder should I do with you and those devils on board my boat? Dido. Lafouche. George. The Octoroon (1913) - Quotes - IMDb Menu Edit The Octoroon (1913) Quotes It looks like we don't have any Quotes for this title yet. [*Seizes whip, and holds*Paul. [Sits. Let me proceed by illustration. 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. All. And what shall I say? Don't be afraid; it ain't going for that, Judge. Where am I to get it? [Solon goes down and stands behind Ratts.] You are a white man; you'll not leave one of your own blood to be butchered by the red-skin? Mrs. P.No wonder! I got my first tennis racket on my seventh birthday. M'Closky,Why not? Lafouche. for, darn me, if I can find out. dead---and above him---Ah! Enjoy reading and share 1 famous quotes about The Octoroonwith everyone. I can't introduce any darned improvement there. [DrivesChildrenaway; in escaping they tumble against and trip upSolon,who falls with tray; theChildrensteal the bananas and rolls that fall about.]. "But, mister, that ain't my nose." George. Mrs. P.Why, George, I never suspected this! See also Trivia | Goofs | Crazy Credits | Alternate Versions | Connections | Soundtracks Did You Know? [Zoe*helps her. [Looks off.] is this true?---no, it ain't---darn it, say it ain't. Point. Lafouche. Mrs. P. Ah, George, our race has at least one virtue---it knows how to suffer! Zoe. what will become of her when I am gone? Go outside, there; listen to what you hear, then go down to the quarters and tell the boys, for I can't do it. How to End "The Octoroon", John A. Degen, Learn how and when to remove this template message, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=The_Octoroon&oldid=1114317331, This page was last edited on 5 October 2022, at 22:08. 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. Look there. Zoe. George. This old nigger, the grandfather of the boy you murdered, speaks for you---don't that go through you? Scud. Sunny. Wal, as it consarns you, perhaps you better had. Your own Zoe, that loves you, aunty, so much, so much.---[Gets phial.] Point. I don't like that man. Den say de missus, "'Tain't for de land I keer, but for dem poor niggars---dey'll be sold---dat wot stagger me." We can leave this country, and go far away where none can know. Not lawful---no---but I am going to where there is no law---where there is only justice. Then I will go to a parlor house and have them top up a bathtub with French champagne and I will strip and dive into it with a bare-assed blonde and a redhead and an octoroon and the four of us will get completely presoginated and laugh and let long bubbly farts at hell and baptize each other in the name of the Trick, the Prick, and the Piper-Heidsick. If I was to try, I'd bust. Who's you to set up screching?---be quiet! Pete. [Rises.] The Octoroon is a play by Dion Boucicault that opened in 1859 at The Winter Garden Theatre, New York City. The list of your slaves is incomplete---it wants one. Alas! 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. Zoe! Zoe. Just one month ago I quitted Paris. Scud. The Octoroon or The Lily of Louisiana is a dark tale of crime, race and slavery. Guess they nebber was born---dem tings! George. 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! The more bidders, the better for you. [Indignantly.] Scud. Herein the true melodramatic hijinks that first defined "The Octoroon" ensue: a young, nouveau plantation owner George (Gardner in whiteface) is trying to save the remnants of his family's. Of the blood that feeds my heart, one drop in eight is black---bright red as the rest may be, that one drop poisons all the flood; those seven bright drops give me love like yours---hope like yours---ambition like yours---Life hung with passions like dew-drops on the morning flowers; but the one black drop gives me despair, for I'm an unclean thing---forbidden by the laws---I'm an Octoroon! Well, he gone dar hisself; why, I tink so---'cause we missed Paul for some days, but nebber tout nothin' till one night dat Injiun Wahnotee suddenly stood right dar 'mongst us---was in his war paint, and mighty cold and grave---he sit down by de fire. M'Closky. Mr. Peyton! O, here he is. Scud. Zoe. O! Scud. You have been tried---honestly tried and convicted. Ratts. No; but you, aunty, you are wise---you know every plant, don't you, and what it is good for? Wahnotee. [*Goes*L.] Paul reste el! Pete. Scud. George, dear George, do you love me? Pete. No, Injiun; we deal out justice here, not revenge. 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? It is certain, madam; the judge was negligent, and doubtless forgot this small formality. [He is borne off in boat, struggling. Dora. 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. He didn't ought to bid against a lady. Sign up today to unlock amazing theatre resources and opportunities. I'd be darned glad if somebody would tear my past life away from me. It's a shame to allow that young cub to run over the Swamps and woods, hunting and fishing his life away instead of hoeing cane. Yes, near the quick there is a faint blue mark. Why should I refer the blame to her? you're looking well. Zoe, what have I said to wound you? Gosh, wouldn't I like to hab myself took! 3, Pete, a house servant. Peyton.]. EnterSolon*andDidowith coffee-pot, dishes, &c.,*R.U.E. Dido. *Enter*Wahnotee,R.;they are all about to rush on him. ], Scud. Has not my dear aunt forgotten it---she who had the most right to remember it? No; Wahnotee is a gentle, honest creature, and remains here because he loves that boy with the tenderness of a woman. Just as soon as we put this cotton on board. No---no. Bless'ee, Missey Zoe, here it be. Scene.---The Wharf, The Steamer "Magnolia" alongside,L.;a bluff rock,R.U.E. Ratts*discovered, superintending the loading of ship. Scud. 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. Tullian Tchividjian. There's no chance of it. Yes; No. I feel that I departed amid universal and sincere regret. M'Closky. 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. [Scudder*takes out watch.*]. George. Scud. O, none for me; I never eat. What's here---judgments? Work, Zoe, is the salt that gives savor to life. I'ss, Mas'r George. ya! I say, I'd like to say summit soft to the old woman; perhaps it wouldn't go well, would it? You got four of dem dishes ready. An extremely beautiful young slave girl, who is treated like a member of the family, Zoe is kind, generous, and adored by every man who lays eyes on her. Scud. if I had you one by one, alone in the swamp, I'd rip ye all. Yes, den a glass ob fire-water; now den. I see we are just in time for breakfast. I love one who is here, and he loves me---George. 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. 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?
Solon. Zoe. I lost them in the cedar swamp---again they haunted my path down the bayou, moving as I moved, resting when I rested---hush! *EnterMrs. PeytonandScudder, M'Closkyand*Pointdexter,R. M'Closky. Says he'll go if I'll go with him. [Wahnotee*sits*L.,rolled in blanket.]. Yes, Mas'r George, dey was born here; and old Pete is fonder on 'em dan he is of his fiddle on a Sunday. *EnterThibodeauxand*Sunnyside,R.U.E. Thibo. [Knocks.] It is an adaptation of Dion Boucicault's The Octoroon , which premiered in 1859. Scud. 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. Hillo, darkey, hand me a smash dar. At the time the judge executed those free papers to his infant slave, a judgment stood recorded against him; while that was on record he had no right to make away with his property. I'll sweep these Peytons from this section of the country. M'Closky. Hold on a bit. Scud. [Aside to Sunnyside.] George R R Martin. George. [To the men.] Very bad, aunty; and the heart aches worse, so they can get no rest. I have a restorative here---will you poor it in the glass? I left that siren city as I would have left a beloved woman. Lafouche. Zoe. Deep songs don't come from the surface; they come from the deep down. I must keep you, Captain, to the eleven hundred. [Aside.] No, no! Just click the "Edit page" button at the bottom of the page or learn more in the Quotes submission guide. So! "No," say Mas'r George, "I'd rather sell myself fuss; but dey shan't suffer, nohow,---I see 'em dam fuss.". I think we may begin business. Jacobs-Jenkins reframes Boucicault's play using its original characters and plot, speaking much of Boucicault's dialogue, and critiques its portrayal of race using Brechtian devices. You be darned! Hello, Pete, I never heard of that affair. I'm afraid they must be right; I can't understand a word of all this. 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. Darn me, if I couldn't raise thirty thousand on the envelope alone, and ten thousand more on the post-mark. I say, then, air you honest men? they call it the Yankee hugging the Creole. I appeal against your usurped authority. If it was the ghost of that murdered boy haunting me! [*Enter*George,C.] Ah! forgive your poor child. Point. By ten I was playing competitively. Paul. Stan' back, I say I I'll nip the first that lays a finger on Him. Go on, Colonel. [2] Among antebellum melodramas, it was considered second in popularity only to Uncle Tom's Cabin (1852).[3]. can you smile at this moment? Who is it? The Steamer floats on at back, burning. [Wahnotee*rushes on, and at*M'Closky,L.H.]. It was that rascal M'Closky---but he got rats, I avow---he killed the boy, Paul, to rob this letter from the mail-bags---the letter from Liverpool you know---he sot fire to the shed---that was how the steamboat got burned up. For a year or two all went fine. Dat's de laziest nigger on dis yere property. Dora. if dey aint all lighted, like coons, on dat snake fence, just out of shot. Stop; this would. Paul. [Darts between them.] 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. The child---'tis he! Do you want me to stop here and bid for it? Now, gentlemen, I'm proud to submit to you the finest lot of field hands and house servants that was ever offered for competition; they speak for themselves, and do credit to their owners.---[Reads.] 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. ---Cane-brake Bayou.---Bank,C.---Triangle Fire,R. C.---Canoe,C.---M'Closky*discovered asleep. M'Closky. this is worth taking to---in this desk the judge used to keep one paper I want---this should be it. Thank you, Mas'r Ratts: I die for you, sar; hold up for me, sar. M'Closky. [ExitPeteand all theNegroes,slowly,R.U.E. *Enter*Zoe[supposed to have overheard the last scene], L.U.E. Zoe. Dora. But now that vagrant love is---eh? Squire Sunnyside is going to sell this at fifty thousand advance to-morrow.---[Looks round.] There's one name on the list of slaves scratched, I see. Farewell, Dora. All right, Judge; I thought there was a mistake. Come, Judge, pick up. His love for me will pass away---it shall. He can fight though he's a painter; claws all over. (p. 221) Daniel J. Siegel. Hooraw! Zoe. Zoe. The judge drew money like Bourbon whiskey from a barrel, and never turned off the tap. Ratts. George. No! 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.". Mrs. P.Ah! Pete. Gentlemen, the sale takes place at three. I tell ye dar's somebody in dar. Search him, we may find more evidence. Pete. Dora. Then I'd like to hire a lady to go to auction and buy my hands. She's won this race agin the white, anyhow; it's too late now to start her pedigree. Go on, Pete, you've waked up the Christian here, and the old hoss responds. Hold on, now! The machine can't err---you may mistake your phiz but the apparatus don't." have I fixed ye? He has a strange way of showing it. Ya!---as he? "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). What's dat? My home, my home! I think so; shall I ask him that too? You're a man as well as an auctioneer, ain't ye? See also don't think too hardly of your poor father. You know you can't be jealous of a poor creature like me. Missey Zoe! Hold on! The Octoroon's Sacrifice (1912) Quotes It looks like we don't have any Quotes for this title yet. Dora. Ha! The tragic ending was used for American audiences, to avoid portraying a mixed marriage.[4]. Mrs. P.But it may be years yet before it will be paid off, if ever. I'm writing about America's relationship to its own history. M'Closky. 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? I will be thirty years old again in thirty seconds. Mrs. P.Sellyourself, George! Top Boucicault The Octoroon Quotes. *, M'Closky. ain't that a pooty gun. [Examines the ground.] top till I get enough of you in one place! 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. Could you see the roots of my hair you would see the same dark, fatal mark. Gain full access to show guides, character breakdowns, auditions, monologues and more! I don't tink you will any more, but dis here will; 'cause de family spile Dido, dey has. Scud. now mind. 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. And because we had a tennis court in our backyard, I played every day. They do not notice Zoe.---[Aloud.] Traduced! M'Closky. That's about right. I'm from fair to middlin', like a bamboo cane, much the same all the year round. Then buy the hands along with the property. Where is he? Scud. Here she is---Zoe!---water---she faints. Ah! You'se a dead man, Mas'r Clusky---you got to b'lieve dat. [L.] Mr. George, I'm going to say somethin' that has been chokin' me for some time. [Raising his voice.] Wahnotee. Scud. Mrs. P.You are out early this morning, George. [Slowly lowering his whip,] Darn you, red skin, I'll pay you off some day, both of ye. If even Asian women saw the men of their own blood as less than other men, what was the use in arguing otherwise? What, sar? two forms! George. Scud. Salem's looking a kinder hollowed out. Look at 'em, Jacob, for they are honest water from the well of truth. Dis yer prop'ty to be sold---old Terrebonne---whar we all been raised, is gwine---dey's gwine to tak it away---can't stop here no how. me! Ratts. "Judgment, 40,000, 'Thibodeaux against Peyton,'"---surely, that is the judgment under which this estate is now advertised for sale---[takes up paper and examines it]; yes, "Thibodeaux against Peyton, 1838." Now's your time.---[Aloud.] At college they said I was a fool---I must be. Be the first to contribute! Scud. Look in my eyes; is not the same color in the white? Scud. M'Closky. [*Throws bowie-knife to*M'Closky.] Debbel's in de pail! A julep, gal, that's my breakfast, and a bit of cheese. [Draws revolver.] Dora. I'd cut my throat---or yours---yours I'd prefer. 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. Isn't he sweet! Now fix yourself. Hush! Point. Scud. George. Miss Sunnyside, permit me a word; a feeling of delicacy has suspended upon my lips an avowal, which---. I've got hold of the tail of a rat---come out. Weenee Paul. 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. Was dat?---a cry out dar in de swamp---dar agin! Paul has promised me a bear and a deer or two. George---George---hush---they come! Why you tremble so? Hold quiet, you trash o' niggers! She's in love with young Peyton; it made me curse, whar it made you cry, as it does now; I see the tears on your cheeks now. George. Pete. Come, form a court then, choose a jury---we'll fix this varmin. Scud. | Privacy Policy The world, Zoe, the free struggle of minds and hands, if before me; the education bestowed on me by my dear uncle is a noble heritage which no sheriff can seize; with that I can build up a fortune, spread a roof over the heads I love, and place before them the food I have earned; I will work---. [C.] I'm sorry to intrude, but the business I came upon will excuse me. Scud. "The free papers of my daughter, Zoe, registered February 4th, 1841." war's de crowd gone? Scud. Keep quiet, and let's talk sense. Can you take any more? I've been to the negro quarters. Boucicault adapted the play from the novel The Quadroon by Thomas Mayne Reid (1856). Ages 12-17: Camp Broadway Ensemble @ Carnegie Hall. Ole lady cryin ' -- -Mas ' r George -- -ah leave of. 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