Zoe. Do not weep, George. Dear George, you now see what a miserable thing I am.
George. Zoe!
Scud. I wish they could sell me! I brought half this ruin on this family, with my all-fired improvements. I deserve to be a nigger this day—I feel like one, inside.
[Exit Scudder, L. U. E.
Zoe. Go now, George—leave me—take her with you. [Exit Mrs. Peyton and George, L. U. E.] A slave! a slave! Is this a dream—for my brain reels with the blow? He said so. What! then I shall be sold!—sold! and my master—O! [falls on her knees, with her face in her hands] no—no master, but one. George—George—hush—they come! save me! No, [looks off, R.] 'tis Pete and the servants—they come this way. [Enters inner room, R. U. E.]
Enter Pete, Grace, Minnie, Solon, Dido, and all Niggers, R. U. E.
Pete. Cum yer now—stand round, cause I've got to talk to you darkies—keep dem chil'n quiet—don't make no noise, de missus up dar har us.
Solon. Go on, Pete.
Pete. Gen'l'men, my colored frens and ladies, dar's mighty bad news gone round. 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.
Omnes. O-o!—O-o!