Chapters (27)
| AMALIA |
They even look like crowns. Or suns—exploding suns! How did you come by them? |
| AUGUSTUS | (Abrupt.) |
| No more stories. | |
| AMALIA | Please? |
| AUGUSTUS |
Another time. There’s enough sorrow on earth tonight. |
Embracing her.
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And what’s the harm in borrowing a little happiness? |
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| AMALIA | Take this, then— |
Kisses him.
| and this— |
He pulls her down on the sofa as the strains of “Steal Away” grow ever more urgent. AUGUSTUS appears not to hear. He and AMALIA embrace passionately as the light dims.
Scene 6
SCENE 6
In the slave cemetery.
HECTOR’s funeral. HECTOR’s body is lying in state on a crude platform, covered with a rough blanket. The SLAVES march around the bier as they sing. After a little while JONES enters and stands uncertainly in the background; AMALIA watches from her bedroom window.
LOUIS sits at his window but has turned his back. He stares into nothingness, brandy glass in hand.
| SLAVES |
Oh Deat’ him is a little man, And him goes from do’ to do’, Him kill some souls and him cripple up, And him lef’ some souls to pray. |
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Do Lord, remember me, Do Lord, remember me. I cry to the Lord as de year roll aroun’, Lord, remember me. |
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| ALEXANDER |
No children, and his kinfolk scattered around this world. |
| PHEBE | We were all his friends, Alexander. |
| ALEXANDER |
But his youngest child’s got to pass over and under! Who’s going to do it? |
| PHEBE |
Every child on this plantation was like his child, Alexander. Don’t you worry. |
| ALEXANDER | (Breaking down.) |
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To die like that, swoll up and burst open like a— |
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| PHEBE | He’s at rest now. He don’t feel it. |
The SLAVES stop marching to prepare for the ritual of the “passing.” In this rite, the youngest child of the deceased is passed under and over the coffin to signify the continuity of life.
| SLAVES |
My fader’s done wid de trouble o’ de world, Wid de trouble o’ de world, Wid de trouble o’ de world, My fader’s done wid de trouble o’ de world, Outshine de sun. |
AUGUSTUS appears and he stands at a distance; PHEBE goes over to him.
| ALEXANDER |
Here he come, stopping by when he’s good and ready. Too busy to pay proper respect to the dead. |
| SCIPIO | Each soul grieves in its own way. |
| PHEBE | Where were you? |
| AUGUSTUS | I came as soon as I heard— |
| PHEBE | (Secretive.) |
| Not here, man. There. |
Gestures toward the swamp.
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They were calling for you last night. Didn’t you hear that “Steal Away?” They sang till I thought the dead would rise out of their graves and follow! I was crazy with worry. Finally I went and told them you couldn’t get away. |
AUGUSTUS glances up at the house, locks gazes with AMALIA.