Scud. Zoe! is this true?—no, it ain't—darn it, say it ain't. 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.
Dora. Her eyes have changed color.
Pete. Dat's what her soul's gwine to do. It's going up dar, whar dere's no line atween folks.
George. She revives.
Zoe. [On sofa, C.] George—where—where—
George. O, Zoe! what have you done?
Zoe. Last night I overheard you weeping in your room, and you said, "I'd rather see her dead than so!"
George. Have I prompted you to this?
Zoe. No; but I loved you so, I could not bear my fate; and then I stood your heart and hers. When I am dead she will not be jealous of your love for me, no laws will stand between us. Lift me; so—[George raises her head]—let me look at you, that your face may be the last I see of this world. O! George, you may without a blush confess your love for the Octoroon! [Dies.—George lowers her head gently.—Kneels.—Others form picture.]
Darken front of house and stage.