The Negro Slaves: A Dramatic-historical Piece, in Three Acts. Tr. from the German of the President de Kotzebue ...T. Cadell, jr., and W. Davies, 1796 - 142 pages |
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abuſe anſwer arbor arms aſk Avos AYOS becauſe beſt bleſſing brother cauſe chains child cried curſed dance dead death deſpair eſcaped Exit eyes fame father fatirical feet ferpent Fetiche filent firſt flave flavery fleep fold fome fool foon forſake fuffer girl give grave happy hardſhip hear heart Hift hiſtory houſe intereſt itſelf JOHN juſt knees laſh laſt laugh leſs liberty LILLI live look manioc miſery moſt muſt myſelf NEGRO NEGRO-WOMAN never Oh father old maſter ourſelves Overſeer pine-apple poiſon poor preſent preſſes queſtion Raynal's refuſed Reſt ſame ſave ſay SCENE ſcourged ſee ſeen ſeveral ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhed ſhip ſhould ſlaves ſleep ſmiles ſome ſon ſpirit ſtand ſtill ſtole ſtranger ſtrong ſuch ſuffer ſweat ſweet tears thee theſe thing thoſe Thou art to-day torment TRURO underſtand uſe wake weeps whip wife WILLIAM ZAMEO
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Page 54 - I then went out of my fenfes — I then drove a nail into its heart — It did not cry — It juft moved once — and fee, it is dead — would to God, my good mafter, my mother had been as compaflionate, and had deftroyed me at the time I was born ! WILLIAM.
Page 53 - I wifhed to give milk to my child, there came out blood — Two days did my poor child live upon blood, which it fucked from the fwellings, and it cried fo pitiably — (Smiling] Now it cries no more.
Page 55 - ... the arbor.) See there, a white man, who has humanity. Go down to that dead man ; here above-ground, you ftand alone among your brethren. — Hark ! what was that ? did not I hear the Overfeer's voice ? — Good night, dear child ! Sleep well — Now, they will fcourge thy mother, but thou art taken away from mifery. — Reft quietly upon this grave — reft tranquilly...
Page 53 - My days dragged on between work and hunger, and my nights were pafled in feWILLIAM. verifh fleep and tears, till they gave me a hufband that I might bring more flaves into the world. Three times did I hope and fear to become a mother, three times I mifcarried from over-work.
Page 54 - This child was the firft ray of joy that fhone upon my life. I heard its little voice. It lay upon my breaft — I rejoiced. I felt what joy is to a happy being ! — Sweet intoxication of motherly love ! Alas ! it is vanimed.
Page 55 - I have lived through many fuch fcenes, and yet 1 cannot grow accuilomed to them ! • Negro-woman. Flow gently, innocent blood ! flow down and wafh the bones of a man who was pious and good. Ah ! here refts a dead man — he was white, but humane. He compaflionated me, he bought me, becaufe I was unhappy.
Page 55 - He compaffionated me, he bought me, becaufe I was unhappy. He died foon after, and I am again unhappy ! but this will not laft long ! No, not much longer ! They will torture me for loving my child fo much, I am fick and weak, and mall not furvive their tortures.
Page 53 - Why didll thou this? • Negro-<woman. Ought not the mother to take care of her child ? • William. What impelled thee to this horrible deed ? • Negro-woman. Maternal love! My poor child would have been many a long year tormented ; whereas, now its torments lalted only three days.
Page 56 - You are crying, good mafter ? Alas ! that does me good ! — I have not feen it a long time. WILLIAM. (Hiding his face) Leave me alone, Truro. TRURO. You are not alone. The fpirit of your father hovers around you — the fpirit of the father of us all! (He kneels clofe to the grave) Oh thou good old mafter ! Oh that I could with my nails tear thee up from the earth ! SCENE III.
Page 37 - Golden rules ! 4 Lilli. Why golden ? I would not confide in the man who compares every thing that is beautiful and good to gold. — Rather call them rules of the fun, for they warm the heart ; or rules of death, for they teach us to die cheerfully. Thy father was well acquainted with them. I always rejoice when I recoiled how our old mailer died.