电影 窈窕淑女 My Fair Lady 英文剧本.doc

My Fair Lady ¡¡ (Covent Garden in the evening. People are leaving the opera and heading for their taxis and cars which are pulling up outside, directed by a footman. It starts to rain torrents and all of a sudden there is a bustle as everyone rushes for shelter in the market or under the portico of St. Paul's Church whilst the street vendors in the market rush to cover their goods.) (Two of the opera-goers are Mrs. Eynsford-Hill and her son, young Freddie Eynsford-Hill. They are hurrying out of the rain to the church.)MRS EYNSFORD-HILL(impatiently)Freddie, go and find a cab.  (A young flower girl, Eliza Doolittle, is rushing for shelter also and almost walks into a barrow, pushed by its owner.)BARROW BOY(without stopping)Sorry, lovey. ELIZAGet on with it, love. (She hurries on her way.)MRS EYNSFORD-HILL(standing next to her son between two of the columns of the church)Don't just stand there, Freddie, go and find a cab. FREDDIEAlright. I'm going, I'm going. (He opens his umbrella and heads off across the street whistling for a cab, but he collides with Eliza who is rushing in the opposite direction. She falls to the ground spilling her flowers.)ELIZA(seeing the mess)Ah-aw-oo. Look where you're goin, dear, look where you're goin! FREDDIE(bending down to help pick up her flowers)I'm so sorry. ELIZA(picking up her scattered flowers and replacing them in the basket)Two bunches o' violets trod in the mud. A full day's wages! (Shakes her head disapprovingly at him and heads across the street towards the church.)MRS EYNSFORD-HILL(from across the street)Freddie! Freddie! Go find a cab. FREDDIEYes mother. (He rushes off.)ELIZA(walks up to Freddie's mother)Oh, e's your son, is e? Well if you'd done your duty by him as a mother should, you wouldn't let him spoil a poor girl's flowers and then run away without payin'. MRS EYNSFORD-HILL(looking out into the rain after Freddie)Oh, go about your business, my girl. (She walks away.)ELIZAAnd you wouldn't go on without payin' either. (Muttering to herself as she sits down on the plinth of the column)Two bunches o' violets trod in the mud.  (An elderly gentleman, Pickering, rushes in out of the rain, folding his umbrella.)PICKERINGGeor- good heavens! MRS EYNSFORD-HILL(turning to Pickering)Oh, sir, is there any sign of it stopping? PICKERINGI'm afraid not. It's worse than before. MRS EYNSFORD-HILLOh dear. ELIZA(to Pickering; who puts his foot on the plinth of the column and stoops down to attend to his wet trouser ends)If it's worse it's a sign it's nearly over. Cheer up cap'n; buy a flower off a poor girl. PICKERINGI'm sorry I haven't any change. ELIZAOh, I can change half a crown. (She eagerly holds up some flowers to him)'Ere, take this for tuppence. PICKERINGI told you, I'm awfully sorry I haven't-oh wait a minute (tries his pockets.)Oh, yes, here's three haypennies, if that's any use to you. (He walks away.)ELIZA(disappointed; drying the money on her coat)Thank you, sir. BYSTANDER 1(approaches from behind the column)'Ere, you be careful: better give him a flower for it. There's a bloke 'ere, behind that pillar, takin' down ev'ry blessed word you're sayin'. (He walks off.)ELIZA(leans around pillar curiously, then springs up terrified)I ain't done nothin' wrong by speaking to the gentleman. I've a right to sell flowers if I keep off the kerb. (Hysterically)I'm a respectable girl: so help me, I never spoke to him 'cept so far as to buy a flower off me.  (Various bystanders, roused by her outburst, are curious as to what the fuss is about and begin to gather round.)BYSTANDER 2What's all the bit of a noise? BYSTANDER 3'S a tec takin 'er down. ELIZA(some bytanders act sympathetic to Eliza who is defending herself)Well I'm makin an honest livin'!  (There are further words of:)What's all that shouting? Where's it coming from?, etc. ELIZA(sees Pickering and turns to him for support, crying wildly)Oh, sir, don't let him charge me. He dunno what it means to me. They'll take away me character and drive me on the streets for speakin' t' gentleman! HIGGINS(Professor Higgins appears from around the pillar)There, there, there, there! who's hurting you, you silly girl? What do you take me for? ELIZAOn my Bible oath I never spoke a word- HIGGINSOh, shut up, shut up. Do I look like a policeman? ELIZA(suspicious at this stranger)Then what d'ya take down me words for? How do I know y' took me down right? You just show me what you wrote about me. (Higgins opens up his book and holds it steadily under her nose.)ELIZAOh-ow-oo. (We see it contains strange shorthand symbols)What's that? That ain't proper writin'. I can't read it. HIGGINSI can. (He reads from the book, tracing the words with his pen for her, and reproducing her pronunciation precisely)"I say, cap'n; n' baw ya flahr orf a pore gel." ELIZAOh, it's cause I called 'im cap'n. (To Pickering and much distressed)I meant no harm. Oh, sir, don't let him lay a charge against me for a word like that! PICKERING(calming her)Charge? I'll make no charge. (To Higgins, who has started taking down notes again)Really, sir, if you are a detective you needn't begin protecting me against molestation from young women until I ask for it. Anyone can tell the girl meant no harm. BYSTANDER 2'E ain't no tec, he's a gentleman: look at 'is boots. HIGGINS(without looking up at the bystander)How are all your people down at Selsey? BYSTANDER 2Who told you my people come from Selsey? HIGGINS(smugly, continuing to take notes)Never mind; they do. (To the girl)How did you come to be so far east? (Inspecting his notes)You were born in Lisson Grove. ELIZA(appalled)Oooh, what 'arm is my in leavin' Lisson Grove? It weren't fit for pigs to live in; and I had to pay four-and-six. (She bursts into tears.)HIGGINS(walking away, appalled)Oh, live where you like but stop that noise. PICKERINGCome, come! he can't touch you: you've a right to live where you please. ELIZAI'm a good girl, I am! PICKERINGYes, yes. BYSTANDER 2(to Higgins)Where do (I)come from? HIGGINSHoxton. BYSTANDER 2Well, who said I didn't? Blimey, you know ev'ryfink, you do! MRS EYNSFORD-HILL(she approaches this bystander)You, sir, do you think you could find me a taxi? HIGGINS(looking at the sky)I don't know whether you've noticed it madam but it's stopped raining. You can get a motorbus to Hampton Court. (Turning to her directly)Well that's where you live, isn't it? MRS EYNSFORD-HILL(to Higgins, who has already started walking away)What impertinence! BYSTANDER 1(to Higgins)'Ere, tell him where 'e comes from 'f ya wanna go fortune-tellin'. HIGGINS(thoughtfully)Cheltenham, Harrow, Cambridge, and er- (glances at his notes)-India? PICKERINGQuite right! BYSTANDER 1Blimey. 'E ain't a tec, he's a bloomin' busy-body. That's what 'e is. PICKERINGIf I may ask, sir, do you do this sort of thing for a living, in a music hall? HIGGINSWell I have thought of it. Perhaps I will one day. ELIZAHe's no gentleman; he ain't interfere with a poor girl. PICKERINGHow do you do it, may I ask? HIGGINSSimple phonetics. The science of speech. That's my profession: also my hobby. Anyone can spot an Irishman or a Yorkshireman by his brogue, but I can place a man within six miles. I can place him within two miles in London. Sometimes within two streets. ELIZA(speaking up from her resumed position sitting on the plinth)Ought to be ashamed of himself, unmanly coward! PICKERINGIs there a living in that? HIGGINSOh yes. Quite a fat one. ELIZALet him mind his own business and leave a poor girl- HIGGINS(explosively)Woman: cease this detestable boohooing instantly; or else seek the shelter of some other place of worship. ELIZA(with feeble defiance)I've a right to be here if I like, same as you. HIGGINSA woman who utters such disgusting and depressing noise 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 Shakespeare and Milton and The Bible; don't sit there crooning like a bilious pigeon. ELIZA(indignant)Ah-ah-aw-aw-oo-oo! HIGGINSLook at her: a prisoner of the gutter, Condemned by every syllable she utters, By right she should be taken out and hung, For the cold-blooded murder of the English tongue. ELIZA(very indignant)Ah-ah-aw-aw-oo-oo! HIGGINS(whipping out his book)"Ah-ah-aw-aw-oo-oo" Heavens! what a sound! HIGGINSThis is what the British population, Calls an elementary education. PICKERINGCome, sir; I think you picked a poor example. HIGGINSDid I.? HIGGINSHear them down in Soho Square, Dropping "h"s everywhere, Speaking English anyway they like. You sir: did you go to school? (sitting down beside a bystander)·   A BYSTANDERWhat d'ya tike me faw, a fool? HIGGINSWell, no one taught him "take" instead if "tike". Hear a Yorkshireman, or worse, Hear a Cornishman converse; They'd rather hear a choir singing flat. Chickens, cackling in a barn; Just like this one. (He points to Eliza.)ELIZA(laughingly)Garn! HIGGINS(noting in his book)"Garn"-I ask you, sir: what sort of word is that? HIGGINSIt's "ow" and "garn" that keep her in her place, Not her wretched clothes and dirty face. Why can't the English teach their children how to speak? This verbal class distinction, by now, should be antique. If you spoke as she does, sir, instead of the way you do, Why you might be selling flowers too. PICKERING(not sure what to make of this)I beg your pardon.  (Higgins walks over to the coffee stand.)HIGGINSAn Englishman's way of speaking absolutely classifies him. The moment he talks, he makes some other Englishman despise him. One common language I'm afraid we'll never get. Oh why can't the English learn to- (paying for his coffee)Set a good example to people, who's English, is painful to your ears. The Scotch and the Irish leave you close to tears! There are even places where English completely disappears, (receives his change)Why, in America they haven't used it for years. (The bystanders laugh.)Why can't the English teach their children how to speak? Norwegians learn Norwegian; the Greeks are taught their Greek. In France every Frenchman knows his language from "A" to "Zed"- The French don't care what they do, actually, as long as they pronounce it properly. (Chuckles from the bystanders.) (Higgins sits next to Eliza on the plinth with his coffee.)HIGGINSArabians learn Arabian with the speed of summer lightning. The Hebrews learn it backwards which is absolutely frightening. Use proper English, you're regarded as a freak. Oh why can't the English- Why can't the English learn to speak? HIGGINS(to a bystander; handing his cup to him)Thank you. (Turning to Pickering)You see this creature with her kerbstone English: the English that will keep her in the gutter till the end of her days. Well, sir, in six months I could pass her off as a duchess at an embassy ball. I could even get her a job as a lady's maid or a shop assistant, which requires better English. ELIZA(curiously)'Ere, what's that you say? HIGGINSYes, you squashed cabbage leaf. You disgrace to the noble architecture of these columns! You incarnate insult to the English language! I could pass you off as, er, the Queen of Sheba. ELIZA(laughing)Ah-how-ow! (To Pickering)You don't believe that, cap'n? PICKERINGAnything's possible. I myself am a student of Indian dialects. HIGGINS(eagerly)Are you? Do you know Colonel Pickering, the author of Spoken Sanscrit? PICKERINGI am Colonel Pickering. Who are you? HIGGINSI'm Henry Higgins, author of Higgins's Universal Alphabet. PICKERING(with enthusiasm)I came from India to meet you. HIGGINSI was going to India to meet you! PICKERING(shaking Higgins's hand)Higgins! HIGGINSPickering! (They both laugh.)Pickering, where are you staying? PICKERINGAt the Carlton. HIGGINSNo you're not: you're staying at 27A Wimpole Street! You come along with me; we'll have a little jaw over supper. PICKERINGRight you are. (They turn and walk away.)HIGGINSIndian dialects have always fascinated me. ELIZA(Eliza stands and approaches them, presenting a flower eagerly to Higgins)Buy a flower, kind sir. I'm short for me lodging. HIGGINS(stopping to answer her)Liar. You said you could change half-a-crown. ELIZA(shouting to Higgins as they walk away)You ought to be stuffed with nails, you ought! Here, take the 'ole bloomin' basket for sixpence! (She kicks the basket at Higgins.) (The church clock strikes. The street is now largely empty, except for some vendors finishing up in the market.)HIGGINS(Hearing the church bell he turns and raises his hat solemnly)A reminder. (He then drops a handful of money into the basket and continues on with Pickering.)HIGGINSHow many are there actually? PICKERINGHow many what? HIGGINSEr, Indian dialects. PICKERINGNo fewer than a hundred and fourty seven distinct languages are recorded as vernacular. (They disappear down the street.)ELIZA(picking up the coins)Aaah-ow-ooh! (Counting them in her hand)Aaaaaah-ow-oh! (Eliza turns to watch Higgins as he walks away, confused by his apparent change in personality.)COCKNEY 1Shouldn't we stand up, gentleman: we've got a bloomin' heiress in our midst. COCKNEY 2Would you be lookin' for a good butler Eliza? ELIZAWell you won't do. (The vendors laugh.)COCKNEY 3It's rather dull in town, I think I'll take me to Paree. COCKNEY 1The missus wants to open up the castle in Capri. COCKNEY 2Me doctor recommends a quiet summer by the sea. CHORUSMmmm-mmm. Mmmm-mmm. Wouldn't it be loverly? COCKNEY 1Where're y' bound for this year, Eliza: Biarritz? ELIZAAll I want is a room somewhere; Far away from the cold night air. With one enormous chair; Oh wouldn't it be loverly? Lots of choc'late for me to eat; Lots of coal makin' lots of heat; Warm face, warm 'ands, warm feet, Oh wouldn't it be loverly? Oh, so loverly sittin' abso-bloomin'-lutely still! I would never budge 'til Spring crep over me winder sill. Someone's head restin' on my knee; Warm and tender as he can be, Who takes good care of me; Oh wouldn't it be loverly? Loverly, loverly, loverly, loverly. CHORUSAll I want is a room somewhere; Far away from the cold night air. With one enormous chair; ELIZAOh wouldn't it be loverly? Lots of choc'late for me to eat; Lots of coal makin' lots of heat;