Early American Drama (Penguin Classics)
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This unique volume includes eight early dramas that mirror American literary, social, and cultural history: Royall Tylers The Contrast (1789); William Dunlap'sAndre (1798); James Nelson Barker's The Indian Princess (1808); Robert Montgomery Bird's The Gladiator (1831); William Henry Smith's The Drunkard(1844); Anna Cora Mowatt's Fashion (1845); George Aiken's Uncle Tom's Cabin(1852); and Dion Boucicault's The Octoroon (1859).
For more than seventy years, Penguin has been the leading publisher of classic literature in the English-speaking world. With more than 1,700 titles, Penguin Classics represents a global bookshelf of the best works throughout history and across genres and disciplines. Readers trust the series to provide authoritative texts enhanced by introductions and notes by distinguished scholars and contemporary authors, as well as up-to-date translations by award-winning translators.
GERTRUDE: How shall I write to them? What shall I say? Prevaricate I cannot—[rises and comes forward] and yet if I write the truth—simple souls! how can they comprehend the motives for my conduct? Nay—the truly pure see no imaginary evil in others! It is only vice, that reflecting its own image, suspects even the innocent. I have no time to lose—I must prepare them for my return. [Resumes her seat and writes.] What a true pleasure there is in daring to be frank! [After writing a few lines more
dead, papa, then you will think of me, and do it for my sake? ST. CLARE: When you are dead, Eva? Oh, child, don’t talk to me so! You are all I have on earth! EVA: Papa, these poor creatures love their children as much as you do me. Tom loves his children. Oh, do something for them! ST. CLARE: There, there darling; only don’t distress yourself, and don’t talk of dying, and I will do anything you wish. EVA: And promise me, dear father, that Tom shall have his freedom as soon as—[hesitating]—I
Did I want to live with him? Wasn’t I a woman delicately bred? And he!—Father in Heaven! what was he and is he? And yet I’ve lived with him these five years, and cursed every moment of my life night and day. TOM: Oh heaven! have you quite forgot us poor critters? CASSY: And what are these miserable low dogs you work with, that you should suffer on their account? Every one of them would turn against you the first time they get a chance. They are all of them as low and cruel to each other as they
is whispered that if Maria gives her hand to Mr. Dimple, it will be without her heart. CHARLOTTE: Though the giving [of] the heart is one of the last of all laughable considerations in the marriage of a girl of spirit, yet I should like to hear what antiquated notions the dear little piece of old-fashioned prudery has got in her head. LETITIA: Why, you know that old Mr. John-Richard-Robert-Jacob-Isaac-Abraham-Cornelius Van Dumpling, Billy Dimple’s father (for he has thought fit to soften his
are off—] [Scene draws and discovers the distant view of the Encampment.] [Procession enters in the same order as before, proceeds up the stage, and goes off on the opposite side.] [Enter M’DONALD, leading BLAND, who looks wildly back.] BLAND: I dare not thee resist. Yet why, O, why Thus hurry me away—?— M’DONALD: Would’st thou behold—— BLAND: Oh, name it not! M’DONALD: Or would’st thou, by thy looksAnd gestures wild, o’erthrow that manly calmness Which, or assum’d or felt, so well