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affection againſt arbor arms Ayos becauſe believe better bleſſing bring brother child comes cried dance dead death door Enter European Exit eyes face falls father feet firſt fold fool forced gave girl give grave grow hand happy head hear heart heaven himſelf hope houſe humanity huſband John juſt kill knees laſt laugh leave liberty LILLI live look maſter mean moſt mother muſt myſelf Naves Negro NEGRO-WOMAN never old maſter once OVERSEER poor reſt runs ſame ſave ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſlave ſleep ſold ſome ſon ſoon ſuch ſuffer tears tell thank thee theſe thing THIRD thoſe thou Thou art to-day torment TRURO underſtand uſe wake whip whole wife WILLIAM young 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.
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| Title | The Negro Slaves: A Dramatic-historical Piece, in Three Acts. Tr. from the German of the President de Kotzebue ... Eighteenth century collections online |
| Author | August von Kotzebue |
| Publisher | T. Cadell, jr., and W. Davies, 1796 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | Mar 27, 2007 |
| Length | 142 pages |
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