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英语话剧Pygmalion剧本 　　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 preoupied 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 e 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 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 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 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 pig-- 　　FREDDY 　　Oh, very well: I'll go, I'll 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 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 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 son's 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 gel's flahrzn than ran awy athaht pyin. Will ye-oo py me f'them? [Here, with apologies, this desperate attempt to represent her dialect without a phoic 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. I've 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 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 。