The Emperor Jones.docx
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TheEmperorJones
TheEmperorJones
∙EugeneO'Neill
∙琼斯皇
CHARACTERS:
BRUTUSJONES,Emperor
HENRYSMITHERS,aCockneyTrader
ANOLDNATIVEWOMAN
LEM,aNativeChief
SOLDIERS,adherentsofLem
TheLittleFormlessFears;Jeff;TheNegroConvicts;ThePrisonGuard;
ThePlanters;TheAuctioneer;TheSlaves;TheCongoWitch-Doctor;
TheCrocodileGod
TheactionoftheplaytakesplaceonanislandintheWestIndiesasyetnotself-determinedbyWhiteMarines.Theformofnativegovernmentis,forthetimebeing,anEmpire.
SCENES
∙SCENEI:
InthepalaceoftheEmperorJones.Afternoon.
▪SCENEII:
TheedgeoftheGreatForest.Dusk.
▪SCENEIII:
IntheForest.Night.
▪SCENEIV:
IntheForest.Night.
▪SCENEV:
IntheForest.Night.
▪SCENEVI:
IntheForest.Night.
▪SCENEVII:
IntheForest.Night.
▪SCENEVIII:
SameasSceneTwo—theedgeoftheGreatForest.Dawn.
SCENEI:
InthepalaceoftheEmperorJones.Afternoon.
TheaudiencechamberinthepalaceoftheEmperor—aspacious,high-ceilingedroomwithbare,whitewashedwalls.Thefloorisofwhitetiles.Intherear,totheleftofcenter,awidearchwaygivingoutonaporticowithwhitepillars.Thepalaceisevidentlysituatedonhighgroundforbeyondtheporticonothingcanbeseenbutavistaofdistanthills,theirsummitscrownedwiththickgrovesofpalmtrees.Intherightwall,center,asmallerarcheddoorwayleadingtothelivingquartersofthepalace.Theroomisbareoffurniturewiththeexceptionofonehugechairmadeofuncutwoodwhichstandsatcenter,itsbacktorear.ThisisveryapparentlytheEmperor'sthrone.Itispaintedadazzling,eye-smitingscarlet.Thereisabrilliantorangecushionontheseatandanothersmalleroneisplacedonthefloortoserveasafootstool.Stripsofmatting,dyedscarlet,leadfromthefootofthethronetothetwoentrances.
Itislateafternoonbutthesunlightstillblazesyellowlybeyondtheporticoandthereisanoppressiveburdenofexhaustingheatintheair.
Asthecurtainrises,anativenegrowomansneaksincautiouslyfromtheentranceontheright.Sheisveryold,dressedincheapcalico,bare-footed,aredbandanahandkerchiefcoveringallbutafewstraywispsofwhitehair.Abundleboundincoloredclothiscarriedoverhershoulderonastick.Shehesitatesbesidethedoorway,peeringbackasifinextremedreadofbeingdiscovered.Thenshebeginstoglidenoiselessly,astepatatime,towardthedoorwayintherear.Atthismoment,Smithersappearsbeneaththeportico.
Smithersisatall,stoop-shoulderedmanaboutforty.Hisbaldhead,perchedonalongneckwithanenormousAdam'sapple,lookslikeanegg.Thetropicshavetannedhisnaturallypastyfacewithitssmall,sharpfeaturestoasicklyyellow,andnativerumhaspaintedhispointednosetoastartlingred.Hislittle,washy-blueeyesarered-rimmedanddartabouthimlikeaferret's.Hisexpressionisoneofunscrupulousmeanness,cowardlyanddangerous.Heisdressedinawornridingsuitofdirtywhitedrill,puttees,spurs,andwearsawhitecorkhelmet.Acartridgebeltwithanautomaticrevolverisaroundhiswaist.Hecarriesaridingwhipinhishand.Heseesthewomanandstopstowatchhersuspiciously.Then,makinguphismind,hestepsquicklyontiptoeintotheroom.Thewoman,lookingbackoverhershouldercontinually,doesnotseehimuntilitistoolate.WhenshedoesSmithersspringsforwardandgrabsherfirmlybytheshoulder.Shestrugglestogetaway,fiercelybutsilently.
SMITHERS—(tighteninghisgrasp—roughly)Easy!
Noneo'that,mebirdie.Youcan'twriggleoutnowIgotme'ooksonyer.
WOMAN—(seeingtheuselessnessofstruggling,giveswaytofranticterror,andsinkstotheground,embracinghiskneessupplicatingly)Notellhim!
Notellhim,Mister!
SMITHERS—(withgreatcuriosity)Tell'im?
(thenscornfully)Oh,youmean'isbloomin'Majesty.What'sthegaime,any'ow?
Whatyousneakin'awayfor?
Beenstealin'abit,Is'pose.(Hetapsherbundlewithhisridingwhipsignificantly.)
WOMAN—(shakingherheadvehemently)No,menosteal.
SMITHERS—Bloodyliar!
Buttellmewhat'sup.There'ssomethin'funnygoin'on.IsmelleditintheairfirstthingIgotupthismornin'.Youblacksareuptosomedevilment.Thispalaceof'isislikeableedin'tomb.Where'sallthe'ands?
(Thewomankeepssullenlysilent.Smithersraiseshiswhipthreateningly.)Ow,yerwon't,won'tyer?
I'llshowyerwhat'swhat.
WOMAN—(coweringly)Itell,Mister.Younohit.Theygo—allgo.(Shemakesasweepinggesturetowardthehillsinthedistance.)
SMITHERS—Runaway—tothe'ills?
WOMAN—Yes,Mister.HimEmperor—greatFather.(Shetouchesherforeheadtothefloorwithaquickmechanicaljerk.)Himsleepaftereat.Thentheygo—allgo.Meoldwoman.Meleftonly.Nowmegotoo.
SMITHERS—(hisastonishmentgivingwaytoanimmense,meansatisfaction)Ow!
Sothat'stheticket!
Well,Iknowbloodywellwot'sintheair—whentheyrunsorftothe'ills.Thetom-tom'llbethumpingouttherebloomin'soon.(withextremevindictiveness)AndI'mbloodygladofit,forone!
Serve'imright!
Puttin'onairs,thestinkin'nigger!
'IsMajesty!
Gawdblimey!
Ionly'opesI'mtherewhentheytakes'imouttoshoot'im.(suddenly)'E'sstill'ereallright,ain't'e?
WOMAN—Yes.Himsleep.
SMITHERS—'E'sboundtofindoutsoonaswakesup.'E'scunnin'enoughtoknowwhen'istime'scome.(Hegoestothedoorwayonrightandwhistlesshrillywithhisfingersinhismouth.Theoldwomanspringstoherfeetandrunsoutofthedoorway,rear.Smithersgoesafterher,reachingforhisrevolver.)StoporI'llshoot!
(thenstopping—indifferently)Poporfthen,ifyerlike,yerblackcow.(Hestandsinthedoorway,lookingafterher.)
(Jonesentersfromtheright.Heisatall,powerfully-built,full-bloodednegroofmiddleage.Hisfeaturesaretypicallynegroid,yetthereissomethingdecidedlydistinctiveabouthisface—anunderlyingstrengthofwill,ahardy,self-reliantconfidenceinhimselfthatinspiresrespect.Hiseyesarealivewithakeen,cunningintelligence.Inmannerheisshrewd,suspicious,evasive.Hewearsalightblueuniformcoat,sprayedwithbrassbuttons,heavygoldchevronsonhisshoulders,goldbraidonthecollar,cuffs,etc.Hispantsarebrightredwithalightbluestripedowntheside.Patentleatherlacedbootswithbrassspurs,andabeltwithalong-barreled,pearl-handledrevolverinaholstercompletehismakeup.Yetthereissomethingnotaltogetherridiculousabouthisgrandeur.Hehasawayofcarryingitoff.)
JONES—(notseeinganyone—greatlyirritatedandblinkingsleepily—shouts)Whodarewhistledatwayinmypalace?
WhodarewakeupdeEmperor?
I'llgitdehidefrayledoffsomeo'youniggerssho'!
SMITHERS—(showinghimself—inamannerhalf-afraidandhalf-defiant)Itwasmewhistledtoyer.(asJonesfrownsangrily)Igotnewsforyer.
JONES—(puttingonhissuavestmanner,whichfailstocoveruphiscontemptforthewhiteman)Oh,it'syou,MisterSmithers.(Hesitsdownonhisthronewitheasydignity.)Whatnewsyougottotellme?
SMITHERS—(comingclosetoenjoyhisdiscomfiture)Don'tyernoticenothin'funnytoday?
JONES—(coldly)Funny?
No.Iain'tperceivednothin'ofdekind!
SMITHERS—Thenyerain'tsofoxyasIthoughtyerwas.Where'sallyourcourt?
(sarcastically)TheGeneralsandtheCabinetMinistersandall?
JONES—(imperturbably)wheredeymostlyrunstominuteIclosesmyeyes—drinkin'rumandtalkin'bigdownindetown.(sarcastically)Howcomeyoudon'tknowdat?
Ain'tyousousin'with'emmosteveryday?
SMITHERS—(stungbutpretendingindifference—withawink)That'spartoftheday'swork.Igotter—ain'tI—inmybusiness?
JONES—(contemptuously)Yo'business!
SMITHERS—(imprudentlyenraged)Gawdblimey,youwasgladenoughformetertakeyerinonitwhenyoulandedherefirst.Youdidn''aveno'ighandmightyairsinthemdays!
JONES—(hishandgoingtohisrevolverlikeaflash—menacingly)Talkpolite,whiteman!
Talkpolite,youheahme!
I'mbossheahnow,isyoufergettin'?
(TheCockneyseemsabouttochallengethislaststatementwiththefactsbutsomethingintheother'seyesholdsandcoweshim.)
SMITHERS—(inacowardlywhine)No'armmeant,oldtop.
JONES—(condescendingly)Iacceptsyo'apology.(letshishandfallfromhisrevolver)Nouse'nyourakin'upoletimes.WhatIwasdenisonething.WhatIisnow'sanother.Youdidn'tletmeinonyo'crookedworkouto'nokindfeelin'sdattime.Idonededirtyworkfo'you—andmosto'debrainwork,too,fo'datmatter—andIwaswu'thmoneytoyou,dat'sdereason.
SMITHERS—Well,blimey,Igiveyerastart,didn'tI—whennooneelsewould.Iwasn'tafraidto'ireyerliketherestwas—'countofthestoryaboutyourbreakin'jailbackintheStates.
JONES—No,youdidn'thavenos'cusetolookdownonmefo'dat.Youbeeninjailyou'selfmore'nonce.
SMITHERS—(furiously)It'salie!
(thentryingtopassitoffbyanattemptatscorn)Garn!
Whotoldyerthatfairytale?
JONES—Dey'ssometingsIain'tgottobetole.Ikinsee'eminfolk'seyes.(thenafterapause—meditatively)Yes,yousho'givemeastart.Anditdidn'ttakelongfromdattimetogitdesefool,woods'niggersrightwhereIwanteddem.(withpride)FromstowawaytoEmperorintwoyears!
Dat'sgoin'some!
SMITHERS—(withcuriosity)AndIbetyougotyerpileo'money'idsafesomeplace.
JONES—(withsatisfaction)Isho'has!
Andit'sinaforeignbankwherenopussondon'tevergititoutbutmenomatterwhatcome.Youdidn'ts'poseIwasholdin'downdisEmperorjobfordegloryinit,didyou?
Sho'!
Defussandglorypartofit,dat'sonlytoturndeheadso'delow-flung,bushniggersdat'shere.Deywantsdebigcircusshowfordeir
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