SCENE VI.—Moonlight. -- UNCLE TOM Solus. [ -- Sings.]
"Way down upon the Swanee river,
Far, far away,
Dere's whar my heart is turning, ever,
Dere's whar the old folks stay.
All the world am sad and dreary,
Everywhere I roam;
O, Chloe, how my heart grows weary,
Thinkin' of ye all at home!"
[A pause. Looks up. His face
"When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world."
[Enter LEGREE, unperceived.]
"Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all!"
So, ho! he thinks so, does he! How I hate these cursed Methodist hymns!
[To TOM, aloud.] Here, you nigger! how dare
you be gettin' up this yer row, when you ought to be in bed? Shut yer old
black gash, and get along in with you!
Leg. [Beating him.]
There, you dog! see if you feel so comfortable after that![Exit TOM.]