Negro. No, no, they no try; they say so, but no try.
Jacque. I hear them all say so.
Negro. Me tell you the true; they have no mercie; they beat us cruel, all cruel; they never have show mercie. How can they tell we be no better?
Jacque. What! do they never spare?
Negro. Master, me speakee the true; they never give mercie; they always whippee, lashee, knockee down, all cruel. Negro be muchee better man, do muchee better work, but they tell us no mercie.
Jacque. But what, do they never show any mercy?
Negro. No, never; no, never; all whippee; all whippee, cruel, worse than they whippee de horse, whippee de dog.
Jacque. But would they be better if they did?
Negro. Yes, yes; negro be muchee better if they be mercie. When they be whippee, whippee, negro muchee cry, muchee hate; would kill if they had de gun. But when they makee de mercie, then negro tell de great tankee, and love to worke, and do muchee worke; and because he good master to them.
Jacque. They say no; you would laugh at them and mock when they show mercy.