英语话剧剧本 Pygmalion
2012-5-14、歌谱控、人气:（载入中...）
I can tell where you come from. You come from Anwell. Go back there.
THE NOTE TAKER
[helpfully] Hanwell.
THE SARCASTIC BYSTANDER
[affecting great distinction of speech] Thenk you, teacher. Haw haw! So long [he touches his hat with mock respect and strolls off].
THE FLOWER GIRL
Frightening people like that! How would he like it himself.
THE MOTHER
It's quite fine now, Clara. We can walk to a motor bus. Come. [She gathers her skirts above her ankles and hurries off towards the Strand].
THE DAUGHTER
But the cab--[her mother is out of hearing]. Oh, how tiresome! [She follows angrily].
All the rest have gone except the note taker, the gentleman, and the flower girl, who sits arranging her basket, and still pitying herself in murmurs.
THE FLOWER GIRL
Poor girl! Hard enough for her to live without being worrited and chivied.
THE GENTLEMAN
[returning to his former place on the note taker's left] How do you do it, if I may ask?
THE NOTE TAKER
Simply phonetics. The science of speech. Thats my profession: also my hobby. Happy is the man who can make a living by his hobby! You can spot an Irishman or a Yorkshireman by his brogue. I can place any man within six miles. I can place him within two miles in London. Sometimes within two streets.
THE FLOWER GIRL
Ought to be ashamed of himself, unmanly coward!
THE GENTLEMAN
But is there a living in that?
THE NOTE TAKER
Oh yes. Quite a fat one. This is an age of upstarts. Men begin in Kentish Town with ?0 a year, and end in Park Lane with a hundred thousand. They want to drop Kentish Town; but they give themselves away every time they open their mouths. Now I can teach them--
THE FLOWER GIRL
Let him mind his own business and leave a poor girl--
THE NOTE TAKER
[explosively] Woman: cease this detestable boohooing instantly; or else seek the shelter of some other place of worship.
THE FLOWER GIRL
[with feeble defiance] Ive a right to be here if I like, same as you.
THE NOTE TAKER
A woman who utters such depressing and disgusting sounds has no right to be anywhere--no right to live. Remember that you are a human being with a soul and the divine gift of articulate speech: that your native language is the language of Shakespear and Milton and The Bible; and dont sit there crooning like a bilious pigeon.
THE FLOWER GIRL
[quite overwhelmed, and looking up at him in mingled wonder and deprecation without daring to raise her head] Ah-ah-ah-ow-ow-ow-oo!
THE NOTE TAKER
[whipping out his book] Heavens! what a sound! [He writes; then holds out the book and reads, reproducing her vowels exactly] Ah-ah-ah-ow-ow-ow-oo!
THE FLOWER GIRL
[tickled by the performance, and laughing in spite of herself] Garn!
THE NOTE TAKER
You see this creature with her kerbstone English: the English that will keep her in the gutter to the end of her days. Well, sir, in three months I could pass that girl off as a duchess
