Chapters (27)
| PHEBE | Oh, Augustus . . . |
| AUGUSTUS | (Lays AMALIA’s body down, gently.) |
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I had the sun and the moon once. And the stars with their cool gaze. Now it’s dark. |
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| PHEBE | It’s alright. You’ll be alright now. |
| AUGUSTUS | (Staring as if trying to make out something in the distance.) |
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Who’s there? How she stares, like a cat at midnight! |
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| PHEBE | Nobody’s there, Augustus. |
| AUGUSTUS | Don’t you see her? |
PHEBE shakes her head, terrified.
| Look, she’s hidden behind a tree. | |
| PHEBE | Oh, Augus— |
| AUGUSTUS |
Shh! You’ll frighten her. There’s another one— he’s been flogged and pickled in brine. That skinny boy ate dirt: that’s why he staggers. So many of them, limping, with brands on their cheeks! Oh, I can’t bear it! |
| PHEBE | Come along, now. |
| AUGUSTUS | (Calling out to the “ghosts”.) |
| I came to save you! |
The SLAVES burst in, brandishing bayonets and torches.
| BENJAMIN | He did it. |
| SLAVES | Selah! We’re free! |
The SLAVES lift AUGUSTUS onto their shoulders. The SLAVE WOMAN/NARRATOR stands at the door, holding a torch, taking in the scene.
| SLAVES | Freedom, freedom, freedom . . . |
The “Freedom!” chant grows louder and more persistent as the SLAVES parade out of the room, AUGUSTUS on their shoulders; PHEBE follows them, sobbing. SCYLLA takes the torch from the SLAVE WOMAN/NARRATOR and sets fire to the window’s billowing curtains as she slowly straightens up to her full height.
Blackout.
The End.
An Interview with Rita Dove
AN INTERVIEW WITH RITA DOVE
Conducted by Robert McDowell, then Publisher of Story Line Press,
April 2000
Robert McDowell:
What are the differences between writing poetry and writing for the stage?
Rita Dove: