Chapters (27)
Early evening, shortly before sunset: PHEBE and AUGUSTUS come from the shadows. In the background the SLAVES go about evening chores while singing, a mixture of militant spirituals and African chants, with whispered phrases such as “Rise up!” or “Mean to be free!” occasionally audible.
| AUGUSTUS | Everything’s ready. |
| PHEBE | Yes. |
| AUGUSTUS | We’ve been careful. |
| PHEBE | Oh, yes. |
| AUGUSTUS | (Pacing.) |
| Any day now. Any time! | |
| PHEBE |
It’s been three days, Augustus— three days since you heard the call and didn’t answer. |
| AUGUSTUS |
Tonight’s new moon; skies are clear. Destiny calls! |
| PHEBE | Are you sure it’s not just your destiny? |
| AUGUSTUS | What do you mean? |
| PHEBE |
Every time you talk about victory and vengeance, it’s as if you’re saying my victory, my vengeance. As if you didn’t care about anyone’s pain but yours. |
| AUGUSTUS | Are you with us, or against us? |
| PHEBE |
Ain’t nothing wrong with feelings, Augustus—just where they lead you. Now when it comes to hating, you and Miss Amalia are a lot alike. |
AUGUSTUS whirls, but she stands her ground.
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She used to be different—high-minded, but always ready to laugh. When she married Massa Louis she began to sour. Seemed like disappointment killed her. |
Hesitates, then hurries through.
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And now you’ve brought her back to life. No wonder you’re mixed up! |
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| AUGUSTUS | Why are you telling me this? |
| PHEBE |
Because I care what happens to you more than revolution or freedom. Those may be traitor’s words, but I don’t care. ’Cause maybe— maybe if you hadn’t let hate take over your life, you might have had some love left over for me. |
She runs off. AUGUSTUS slowly sits down, as if a new and treacherous path had opened before him. BENJAMIN and HENRY enter unseen. AUGUSTUS buries his face in his hands.
| BENJAMIN | (Whispering.) |
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There he is. Don’t look so fearful now, does he? |
Makes a bird call.
| AUGUSTUS | Who’s there? |
He leaps to his feet; the CONSPIRATORS approach.
| BENJAMIN | May Fate be with you. |
| AUGUSTUS | You’ve brought news? |
| BENJAMIN | Most of the news is old, brother. |
| AUGUSTUS |
It couldn’t be helped; I was under constant guard. |
| BENJAMIN |
Constant guard? Constant companionship would be closer to the truth. |
| AUGUSTUS | Talk straight! |
| BENJAMIN |
Straight as a bullet, brother. You sent word that you were “being watched”— naturally, we sent someone to see about your difficulties. What a surprise to find out who your guard was and how tenderly she watched over you! |
| AUGUSTUS | Missy needed a buck—what of it? |
| BENJAMIN | Sound mighty proud, buck. |
| AUGUSTUS |
Just the facts, brother, just the facts. Should I knock her hand away to prove my loyalty to the cause? Why not charm her instead? |
| BENJAMIN | That never used to be your style. |
| AUGUSTUS | I’ve never been so close to freedom. |
| BENJAMIN |
All the more reason to see you don’t spoil it. |
Looks skyward.