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The Octoroon; or, Life in Louisiana. A Play in Five acts - Dion Boucicault
Dion Boucicault
The Octoroon; or, Life in Louisiana. A Play in Five acts
Sharp Ink Publishing
2024
Contact: info@sharpinkbooks.com
ISBN 9788028361907
Table of Contents
THE OCTOROON.
ACT I.
ACT II.
ACT III.
Act IV
ACT V
THE OCTOROON.
Table of Contents
ACT I.
Table of Contents
Scene I.—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 the L. side.—A table and chairs, R.C.
Grace discovered sitting at breakfast-table with Children.
Enter Solon, from house, L.
Solon. Yah! you bomn'ble fry—git out—a gen'leman can't pass for you.
Grace. [Seizing a fly whisk.] Hee! ha—git out! [Drives Children away; in escaping they tumble against and trip up Solon, who falls with tray; the Children steal the bananas and rolls that fall about.]
Enter Pete, R.U.E. [he is lame]; he carries a mop and pail.
Pete. Hey! laws a massey! why, clar out! drop dat banana! I'll murder this yer crowd, [He chases Children about; they leap over railing at back. Exit Solon, R.U.E.] Dem little niggers is a judgment upon dis generation.
Enter George, from house, L.
George. What's the matter, Pete.
Pete. 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!
George. They don't seem to be scared by the threat.
Pete. Top, you varmin! top till I get enough of you in one place!
George. Were they all born on this estate?
Pete. Guess they nebber was born—dem tings! what, dem?—get away! Born here—dem darkies? What, on Terrebonne! Don't b'lieve it, Mas'r George; dem black tings never was born at all; dey swarmed one mornin' on a sassafras tree in the swamp: I cotched 'em; dey ain't no 'count. Don't b'lieve dey'll turn out niggers when dey're growed; dey'll come out sunthin else.
Grace. Yes, Mas'r George, dey was born here; and old Pete is fonder on 'em dan he is of his fiddle on a Sunday.
Pete. What? dem tings—dem?—getaway [makes blow at the Children.] Born here! dem darkies! What, on Terrebonne? Don't b'lieve it, Mas'r George,—no. 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! [Laughs.]
[Exit Grace, R.U.E.
Enter Mrs. Peyton, from house.
Mrs. P. So, Pete, you are spoiling those children as usual!
Pete. Dat's right, missus! gib it to ole Pete! he's allers in for it. Git away dere! Ya! if dey aint all lighted, like coons, on dat snake fence, just out of shot. Look dar! Ya! ya! Dem debils. Ya!
Mrs. P. Pete, do you hear?
Pete. Git down dar!—I'm arter you!
[Hobbles off, R. 1. E.
Mrs. P. You are out early this morning, George.
George. I was up before daylight. 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.
Mrs. P. [Laughing.] You seem already familiar with the names of every spot on the estate.
Enter Pete.—Arranges breakfast, &c.
George. Just one month ago I quitted Paris. I left that siren city as I would have left a beloved woman.
Mrs. P. No wonder! I dare say you left at least a dozen beloved women there, at the same time.
George. I feel that I departed amid universal and sincere regret. I left my loves and my creditors equally inconsolable.
Mrs. P. George, you are incorrigible. Ah! you remind me so much of your uncle, the judge.
George. Bless his dear old handwriting, it's all I ever saw of him. 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. Aunt, when he died, two years ago, I read over those letters of his, and if I didn't cry like a baby—
Mrs. P. No, George; say you wept like a man. And so you really kept those foolish letters?
George. Yes; I kept the letters, and squandered the money.
Mrs. P. [Embracing him.] Ah! why were you not my son—you are so like my dear husband.
Enter Salem Scudder, R.
Scud. Ain't he! Yes—when I saw him and Miss Zoe galloping through the green sugar crop, and doing ten dollars' worth of damage at every stride, says I, how like his