《卖花女》剧本全本 1st.docx

1、卖花女剧本全本 1stPygmalionAct 1Covent 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. Pauls Church, where there are already several people. They are all peering out gloomily

2、 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.A young man of twenty, in evening dress, opens his umbrella and dashes off onto the street to stop a passing taxi, but

3、 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, look wh y gowin, deah.The YOUNG MAN:Sorry he rushes off

4、.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 right of an old lady. She is not at all an attractive person. She is perhaps eigh

5、teen, 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 nearl

6、y 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

7、be desired; and she needs the services of a dentist.An elderly gentleman of the amiable military type rushes into shelter, and closes a dripping umbrella. He is in the same plight as Freddy, very wet about the ankles. He is in evening dress, with a light overcoat. He takes the place left vacant by t

8、he daughters retirement.THE GENTLEMAN:Phew!The OLD LADY:to the gentleman Oh, sir, is there any sign of its stopping?THE GENTLEMAN:Im afraid not. It started worse than ever about two minutes ago. He goes to the plinth beside the flower girl; puts up his foot on it; and stoops to turn down his trouser

9、 ends.THE OLD LADY:Oh, dear! She retires sadly.THE FLOWER GIRL:taking advantage of the military gentlemans proximity to establish friendly relations with him. If its worse its a sign its nearly over. So cheer up, Captain; and buy a flower off a poor girl.THE GENTLEMAN:Im sorry, I havent any change.T

10、HE FLOWER GIRL:I can give you change, Captain,THE GENTLEMAN:For a sovereign? Ive nothing less.THE FLOWER GIRL:Garn! Oh do buy a flower off me, Captain. I can change half-a-crown. Take this for tuppence.THE GENTLEMAN:Now dont be troublesome: theres a good girl. Trying his pockets I really havent any

11、changeStop: heres three hapence, if thats any use to you he retreats to the other pillar.THE FLOWER GIRL:disappointed, but thinking three halfpence better than nothing Thank you, sir.THE BYSTANDER A a vigilant, eccentric middle-aged man in a long raining jacket: to the girl You be careful: give him

12、a flower for it. Theres a man here behind taking down every word youre saying. All turn to the man who is taking notes.THE FLOWER GIRL:springing up terrified I aint done nothing wrong by speaking to the gentleman. Ive a right to sell flowers if I keep off the kerb. HystericallyIm a respectable girl:

13、 so help me, I never spoke to him except to ask him to buy a flower off me. General hubbub, mostly sympathetic to the flower girl, but deprecating her excessive sensibility. Cries of Dont start hollerin. Whos hurting you? Nobodys going to touch you. Whats the good of fussing? Steady on. Easy, easy,

14、etc., come from the elderly staid spectators, who pat her comfortingly. Less patient ones bid her shut her head, or ask her roughly what is wrong with her. A remoter group, not knowing what the matter is, crowd in and increase the noise with question and answer: Whats the row? What she do? Where is

15、he? A tec taking her down. What! him? Yes: him over there: Took money off the gentleman, etc. The flower girl, distraught and mobbed, breaks through them to the gentleman, crying mildly Oh, sir, dont let him charge me. You dunno what it means to me. Theyll take away my character and drive me on the

16、streets for speaking to gentlemen. TheyTHE NOTE TAKER:coming forward on her right, the rest crowding after him There, there, there, there! Whos hurting you, you silly girl? What do you take me for?THE FLOWER GIRL:still hysterical I take my Bible oath I never said a wordTHE NOTE TAKER:overbearing but good-humored Oh, shut up, shut up. Do