高中英语Unit4Pygmalion1.docx

1、高中英语Unit4Pygmalion12019-2020年高中英语Unit4Pygmalion(1)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. Pauls Church, where there are already several people, among th

2、em 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 cen

3、tral pillars, close to the one on her left Im getting chilled to the bone. What can Freddy be doing all this time? 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-pa

4、st eleven, missus, when they e back after dropping their theatre fares.THE MOTHER. But we must have a cab. We cant 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

5、 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 es between them closing a dripping umbrella. He is a young man of twenty, in evening dress, very wet around the ankles.THE DAUGHTER.

6、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. 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;

7、 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 yo

8、u 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 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,

9、 with next to nothing on. You selfish pigFREDDY. Oh, very well: Ill go, Ill go. He opens his umbrella and dashes off 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 rat

10、tling 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 th

11、e plinth of the column, sorting her flowers, on the ladys 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.

12、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; b

13、ut pared 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.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-oot

14、y bawmz a mather should, eed now bettern to spawl a pore gels flahrzn than ran awy athaht pyin. Will ye-oo py me fthem? 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

15、 sort, mother. The idea!THE MOTHER. Please allow me, Clara. Have you any pennies?THE DAUGHTER. No. Ive nothing smaller 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 fl

16、owers.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