Zoe. Let me pass! O, pray, let me go!
M'Closky. What, you won't, won't ye? If young George Peyton was to make you the same offer, you'd jump at it, pretty darned quick, I guess. 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. 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.
Zoe. Do you think they would live here on such terms?
M'Closky, Why not? We'll hire out our slaves, and live on their wages.
Zoe. But I'm not a slave.
M'Closky. No; if you were I'd buy you, if you cost all I'm worth.
Zoe. Let me pass!
M'Closky. Stop.
Enter Scudder, R.
Scud. Let her pass.