高中英语Unit4Pygmalion1Word文档下载推荐.docx

1、 Hes been gone twenty minutes.THE MOTHER On her daughters right Not so long. But he ought to have got us a cab by this.A BYSTANDER on the ladys right He wont get no cab not until half-past eleven, missus, when they e back after dropping their theatre fares.THE MOTHER. But we must have a cab. We cant

2、 stand here until half-past eleven. Its 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 o

3、ut of the rain from the Southampton Street side, and es 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

4、 one. You cant have tried.THE DAUGHTER. Its 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 th

5、ey 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,

6、Freddy. Go again; and dont e 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 pigFREDDY. Oh, very well: Ill go, Ill go. He opens his umbrella and dashes o

7、ff Strandwards, but es 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.

8、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 ladys right. She is not at all an attractive person. She is pe

9、rhaps 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 rea

10、ches 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 pared to the ladies she is very dirty. Her features are no worse than theirs; but their condition leaves someth

11、ing to be desired; and she needs the services of a dentist.THE MOTHER. How do you know that my sons name is Freddy, pray?THE FLOWER GIRL. Ow, eez ye-ooa san, is e? Wal, fewd dan y de-ooty bawmz a mather should, eed now bettern to spawl a pore gels flahrzn than ran awy athaht pyin. Will ye-oo py me f

12、them? Here, with apologies, this desperate attempt to represent her dialect without a phonetic alphabet must be abandoned as unintelligible outside London.THE DAUGHTER. Do nothing of the sort, mother. The idea!THE MOTHER. Please allow me, Clara. Have you any pennies?THE DAUGHTER. No. Ive nothing sma

13、ller than sixpence.THE FLOWER GIRL hopefully I can give you change for a tanner, kind lady.THE MOTHER to Clara Give it to me. Clara parts reluctantly. Now to the girl This is for your flowers.THE FLOWER GIRL. Thank you kindly, lady.THE DAUGHTER. Make her give you the change. These things are only a penny a bunch.THE MOTHER. Do hold your tongue, Clara. To the girl. You can keep the change.THE FLOWER GIRL. Oh, thank you, lady.THE MOTHER. Now tell me how you know that young gentlemans name.THE FLOWER GIRL. I didnt.THE MOTHER. I heard you call him by it