The Christian Slave
Harriet Beecher Stowe
Boston: Phillips, Sampson, 1855

SCENE I.— -- CASSY is discovered sitting at a table covered with letters and papers, looking at a miniature.


  I 'm tired! I 'm sick! I 'm dead! Dead? yes, dead at heart! dead at the root, and yet I live; so they say at least. O, to think of it! to think of it! Why don't I die? [She rises and paces the room, and sings.]

"Una beldad existe que mis ajos
Sampre la ven con majica delicia;
De dia sabe disipar enojos,
De noche ensuenos dulces inspirar.

Hay une labio que el mio ha,
Y que untes otro labio no comprimida,
Turo hareemo felez oj emaneeido,
Mi labio lo comprime y otro no.

Hay une seno todo el es'propio mio,
Do mi cabesa enferma reclino,
Und bosa que nie si yo nio,
Ojos que lloron euando lloro no."

   Ah! that was his song! O, dear, why can't I ever forget it! My children too! O, Henry! O, Eliza! [She sits down, and covers her face. A carriage heard approaching, she rises quickly.] What! back already! [Looks out the window.] There! another fly in the spider web! Handsome? O, yes! and what? Yes; some mother's darling. Hah! could n't I kill him?

Legree. [Opens the door, and pushes EMMELINE in.]

  This way, little mistress!


  You wretch! another!


  Shut your mouth!


  I shall shut my mouth; but your time is coming. I see it! I see it! Go on, go on! go as fast as you can! I see where it will end!


  Hush, Cassy! be quiet; I mean no harm. You may take this girl up stairs. Come, be peaceable!



  You have come to the gates of Hell! Come with me. I 'll show you the way.

[Exit, drawing EMMELINE after her.]

Leg. [Solus.]

  The creature scares me lately! Her eyes look so dreadful! I 'll sell her, or get rid of her some way. Hang it, there 's no joke in it!