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The slaves eat. All tired from a days work they conduct themselves in silence. All except for Eliza who as always weeps. The sound of her sobbing edging him up, Solomon finally snaps:
SOLOMON
Eliza. Eliza, stop!
He goes to her, grabs her.
SOLOMON (CONT'D)
Stop your wailing. Your sorrow
will be the end of you.
She does not stop. As if to force the misery from her, Solomon strikes Eliza twice.
SOLOMON (CONT'D)
Stop it! Stop!
Eliza does stop crying. But only just long enough to enquire:
ELIZA
Have you stopped crying for your
children? You make no outward
sounds, but inside you; do you
still weep and wail? Before you
drift at night, do you not wonder
where they are and if they
prosper...Solomon? If you do not,
then you assuredly have been
reduced to the nigger they are
desirous of...Solomon.
This truth - AND THE USE OF HIS TRUE NAME BY PATSEY - strikes Solomon very directly. They may mourn differently, but he has not let go of his children.