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Home > Flashcards > Film, Theatre & Television > Uncle Tom's Cabin: Act V-VI
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Title: Uncle Tom's Cabin: Act V-VI
Description: Memorzing lines in reaction to the line before it
Total Flash Cards: 9
Created: 02/06/2008 18:32:48
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Hulloa, Alf! what brings you here?
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| Well, I was wanting a valet, and I heard that St. Clare's valet was going; I thought I'd just look at them. |
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Catch me ever buying any of St. Clare's people. Spoiled blacks every one—impudent as the devil.
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| 'Pon my word, I'll buy that fellow—I like the shape of him. |
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You'll find it'll take all you've got to keep him—he's very extravagant.
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Stop that, you minx! No whimpering here. The sale is going to begin. [Mounts the rostrum.] Gentlemen, the next article I shall offer you to-day is Adolf, late valet to Mr. St. Clare. How much am I offered? [Various bids are made. ADOLF is knocked down to MANNS. for eight hundred dollars.] Gentlemen, I now offer a prime article—the quadroon girl, Emmeline, only fifteen years of age, warranted in every respect.
[Business as before. EMMELINE is sold to LEGREE for one thousand dollars.]
Now, I shall close to-day's sale by offering you the valuable article known as Uncle Tom, the most useful Black ever raised. Gentlemen in want of an overseer, now is the time to bid.
[Business as before. TOM is sold to LEGREE for twelve hundred dollars.
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Oh! you want to be killed, do you? Now come here, you Tom, you see I told you I didn't buy you jest for the common work; I mean to promote you and make a driver of you, and to-night ye may jest as well begin to get yer hand in. Now ye jest take this yer gal, and flog her; ye've seen enough on't to know how.
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| but as to raising my hand agin any one here, I never shall—I'll die first! |
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Well, here's a pious dog at last, let down among us sinners—powerful holy critter he must be. Here, you rascal! you make believe to be so pious, didn't you never read out of your Bible, “Servants, obey your masters”? An't I your master? Didn't I pay twelve hundred dollars, cash, for all there is inside your cussed old black shell? An't you mine, body and soul?
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you won't find any in this shop!
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| Now's the time to nab him. |
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How are you, Mr. Legree? Mr. Manns?
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| What the devil brought you here? |
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This little bit of paper. I arrest you for the murder of Mr. St. Clare. What do you say to that?
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