英语话剧Pygmalion剧本(4)

　　PICKERING

　　[with enthusiasm] I came from India to meet you.

　　HIGGINS

　　I was going to India to meet you.

　　PICKERING

　　Where do you live?

　　HIGGINS

　　27A Wimpole Street. Come and see me tomorrow.

　　PICKERING

　　I'm at the Carlton. Come with me now and lets have a jaw over some supper.

　　HIGGINS

　　Right you are.

　　THE FLOWER GIRL

　　[to Pickering, as he passes her] Buy a flower, kind gentleman. I'm short for my lodging.

　　PICKERING

　　I really havnt any change. I'm sorry [he goes away].

　　HIGGINS

　　[shocked at girl's mendacity] Liar. You said you could change half-a-crown.

　　THE FLOWER GIRL

　　[rising in desperation] You ought to be stuffed with nails, you ought. [Flinging the basket at his feet] Take the whole blooming basket for sixpence.

　　The church clock strikes the second quarter.

　　HIGGINS

　　[hearing in it the voice of God, rebuking him for his Pharisaic want of charity to the poor girl] A reminder. [He raises his hat solemnly; then throws a handful of money into the basket and follows Pickering].

　　THE FLOWER GIRL

　　[picking up a half-crown] Ah-ow-ooh! [Picking up a couple of florins] Aaah-ow-ooh! [Picking up several coins] Aaaaaah-ow-ooh! [Picking up a half-sovereign] Aaaaaaaaaaaah-ow-ooh!!!

　　FREDDY

　　[springing out of a taxicab] Got one at last. Hallo! [To the girl] Where are the two ladies that were here?

　　THE FLOWER GIRL

　　They walked to the bus when the rain stopped.

　　FREDDY

　　And left me with a cab on my hands. Damnation!

　　THE FLOWER GIRL

　　[with grandeur] Never you mind, young man. I'm going home in a taxi. [She sails off to the cab. The driver puts his hand behind him and holds the door firmly shut against her. Quite understanding his mistrust, she shews him her handful of money.] Eightpence aint no object to me, Charlie. [He grins and opens the door]. Angel Court, Drury Lane, round the corner of Micklejohn's oil shop. Lets see how fast you can make her hop it. [She gets in and pulls the door to with a slam as the taxicab starts].

　　FREDDY

　　Well, I'm dashed!

　　Pygmalion (By George Bernard Shaw)

　　ACT I

　　Covent Garden at 11.15 p.m. Torrents of heavy summer rain. Cab whistles blowing frantically in all directions. Pedestrians running for shelter into the market and under the portico of St. Paul's Church, where there are already several people, among them a lady and her daughter in evening dress. They are all peering out gloomily at the rain, except one man with his back turned to the rest, who seems wholly preoccupied with a notebook in which he is writing busily.

　　The church clock strikes the first quarter.

　　THE DAUGHTER

　　[in the space between the central pillars, close to the one on her left] I'm getting chilled to the bone. What can Freddy be doing all this time? Hes been gone twenty minutes.

　　THE MOTHER

　　[On her daughter's right] Not so long. But he ought to have got us a cab by this.

　　A BYSTANDER

　　[on the lady's right] He wont get no cab not until half-past eleven, missus, when they come back after dropping their theatre fares.

　　THE MOTHER

　　But we must have a cab. We cant stand here until half-past eleven. It's too bad.

　　THE BYSTANDER

　　Well, it aint my fault, missus.

　　THE DAUGHTER

　　If Freddy had a bit of gumption, he would have got one at the theatre door.

　　THE MOTHER

　　What could he have done, poor boy?

　　THE DAUGHTER

　　Other people got cabs. Why couldnt he?

　　Freddy rushes in out of the rain from the Southampton Street side, and comes between them closing a dripping umbrella. He is a young man of twenty, in evening dress, very wet around the ankles.

　　THE DAUGHTER

　　Well, havnt you got a cab?

　　FREDDY

　　Theres not one to be had for love or money.

　　THE MOTHER

　　Oh, Freddy, there must be one. You cant have tried.

　　THE DAUGHTER

　　It's too tiresome. Do you expect us to go and get one ourselves?

　　FREDDY

　　I tell you theyre all engaged. The rain was so sudden: nobody was prepared; and everybody had to take a cab. Ive been to Charing Cross one way and nearly to Ludgate Circus the other; and they were all engaged.

　　THE MOTHER

　　Did you try Trafalgar Square?

　　FREDDY

　　There wasnt one at Trafalgar Square.

　　THE DAUGHTER

　　Did you try?

　　FREDDY

　　I tried as far as Charing Cross Station. Did you expect me to walk to Hammersmith?

　　THE DAUGHTER

　　You havnt tried at all.

　　THE MOTHER

　　You really are very helpless, Freddy. Go again; and dont come back until you have found a cab.

　　FREDDY

　　I shall simply get soaked for nothing.

　　THE DAUGHTER

　　And what about us? Are we to stay here all night in this draught, with next to nothing on. You selfish pig--

　　FREDDY

　　Oh, very well: I'll go, I'll go. [He opens his umbrella and dashes off Strandwards, but comes into collision with a flower girl, who is hurrying in for shelter, knocking her basket out of her hands. A blinding flash of lightning, followed instantly by a rattling peal of thunder, orchestrates the incident].

　　THE FLOWER GIRL

　　Nah then, Freddy: look wh' y' gowin, deah.

　　FREDDY

　　Sorry [he rushes off].

　　THE FLOWER GIRL

　　[picking up her scattered flowers and replacing them in the basket] Theres menners f' yer! Te-oo banches o voylets trod into the mad. [She sits down on the plinth of the column, sorting her flowers, on the lady's right. She is not at all an attractive person. She is perhaps eighteen, perhaps twenty, hardly older. She wears a little sailor hat of black straw that has long been exposed to the dust and soot of London and has seldom if ever been brushed. Her hair needs washing rather badly: its mousy color can hardly be natural. She wears a shoddy black coat that reaches nearly to her knees and is shaped to her waist. She has a brown skirt with a coarse apron. Her boots are much the worse for wear. She is no doubt as clean as she can afford to be; but compared to the ladies she is very dirty. Her features are no worse than theirs; but their condition leaves something to be desired; and she needs the services of a dentist].