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PYGMALION [Extract] (by George Bernard Shaw)Main idea of the gut ：Eliza is a flower girl with a tongue ofvery harsh English to the upper society. Professor Higgins is aphilologian with lordliness. His friend Pickering bet to himthat if Higgins enable Eliza to ambassador's party which willhold six months later as a ladyship without anybody exposureher true status, then , Pickering would pay for all theexperiment fees and the schooling fee of Eliza.Scene1Background: at night 11:15. Raining [Sound of Rain] [Cab]Pedestrians are running for shelter.Actor: Mother Freddy Eliza the gentleman A Sarcastic Bystanderthe Note Taker two other bystandersMother[On her son's right]Freddy, go and find a cab. Do you want me to catch pneumonia?FreddyAll right, I'll get one. [Freddy rushes in out of the rain from the Southampton Street side; He opens his umbrella and dashes off, but comes into collision with Eliza, who is hurrying in for shelter, knocking her basket out of herhands. A blinding flash of lightning, followed instantly by a rattling peal of thunder, orchestrates the incident] [Thunder].ElizaLook where you're going, dear! Look where you're going!FreddyI'm so sorry.[He rushes off].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. [She sits down on the plinth of the column, sorting her flowers, on the lady's right. Talk to the mother]He's your son, is he? If you'd done your duty., you wouldn't let him spoil a poor girl's flowers and run away without paying.Mother (walk towards to the other side)Go about your business, my girl.Eliza[Still sits down on the plinth of the column,]And you wouldn't go off without paying, either. [Here comes a gentleman .He goes to the plinth beside Eliza]Two bunches o' violets trod in the mud.Mother (turn to the gentleman)Sir, is there any sign of it stopping?The gentlemanI'm afraid not. It's worse than before.If it's worse, it's a sign it's nearly over. [Taking advantage of the military gentleman's proximity to establish friendly relations with him].Cheer up, captain! Buy a flower off a poor girl.The GentlemanI'm sorry, I haven't any change.ElizaI can change half a crown. [The Gentleman trying his pockets]Oh, yes. Here's three pence,[He retreats to the other pillar].Take this for tuppence (Speak at the same time)Eliza [disappointed, but thinking three halfpence better than nothing]Thank you, sir.A Sarcastic Bystander [to the girl]You be careful. Better give him a flower for it. There's a bloke here behind that pillar .taking' down every blessed word you're saying'.[All turn to the man who is taking notes].Eliza[Springing up terrified]I have done nothing wrong by speaking to the gentleman. I've a right to sell flowers if I keep off the curb. [Hysterically] I' m a respectable girl, so help me!Bystander A- What's the blooming noise?Bystander B- A tec is taking her down.I'm making an honest living. [Breaking through them to the gentleman, crying wildly] Sir, don't let him charge me. They’ll take away m y character and drive me on the streets, for speaking' to a gentleman...The Note Taker[Coming forward on her right, the rest crowding after him]There, there. Who's hurting you, silly girl? What'd you take me for?Eliza [still hysterical]On my Bible oath, I never spoke a word.The Note Taker [overbearing but good-humored]Oh, shut up! Do I look like a policeman?Eliza [far from reassured]Then what did you take down my words for? Just show me what you have written about me. [The note taker opens his book and holds it steadily under her nose]. What is that? That is not proper writing, I can't read it.The Note TakerI can. [Reads, reproducing her pronunciation exactly] "Cheer ap, Keptin; n' baw ya flahr orf a pore gel."Eliza [much distressed]It's because I called him Captain.! I meant no harm. [To the gentleman] Oh, sir, don’t let him lay a charge on… [Close-up of Eliza.]The GentlemanCharge? I'll make no charge. [To the note taker] Really, sir, if you are a detective, you need not protect me against the young women until I ask you. She meant no harm.The Note TakerAll right! [To the girl] How do you come to be up so far east? You were born in Lisson Grove.Eliza[Appalled] Oh, what harm is there in my leaving Lisson Grove? It was not fit for a pig to live in! [In tears] Oh, boo--ouThe Note Taker(Interrupt her)Live where you like; but stop that noise.The GentlemanCome, come! You have a right to live where you please.Eliza[Subsiding into a brooding melancholy over her basket, and talking very low-spiritedly to herself]I'm a good girl, I am.The Note Taker"Look at her, a prisoner of the gutters". Condemned by every word she utters” By right she should be taken out and hung"Eliza[Quite overwhelmed, and looking up at him in mingled wonder anddeprecation without daring to raise her head]Ah-ah-ah-ow-ow-ow-oo!The Note TakerHeavens! What a sound! You hear this creature with her poor English: the English that will keep her in the gutter to the end of her days. [To the Gentleman]Well, sir, in three months I could pass that girl off as a duchess at an ambassador's garden party. I could even get her a place as lady's maid or shop assistant, which requires better English.ElizaOh you don’t believe it, sir?Pickering(Thinking) Hmm, I'm interested. What about a bet for the ambassador's garden party? [Show the check] I'll pay all the expenses of the experiment if you make that good.ElizaReally ? Oh, you are so kind, Captain!Higgins[Tempted, looking at her] It's almost irresistible. Yes! In six months , f she has a good ear and a quick tongue -- I'll take her anywhere and pass her off as anything. We shall get start--tomorrow! [3’24”]Scene2Monologue: The next day, Mr. Higgins begins to teach Eliza English. HIGGINS :All right, Eliza, say it again.！Eliza: [Reading word by word] "The rine in Spine...stais minely in the pline!" HIGGINS:"The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain."Eliza:Didn't I saiy that?HIGGINS: No, Eliza, you didn't "saiy" that. You didn't even "say" that. [Impatiently] All right! Let’s try a simple one. Say “a cup of tea”. Eliza: A Cuppatea.HIGGINS: No! "A cup of tea." [To Pickering, back against Eliza] It's awfully good cake. I wonder where Mrs. Pearce gets it.Pickering: First rate. And those strawberry tarts are delicious. [To Eliza]Did you try the pline cake?HIGGINS: [Raises his voice] Try it again.Pickering: -Did you try the-HIGGINS:[Speaking loudly to Pickering] Pickering! Again, Eliza.Eliza: Cuppatea .HIGGINS:Oh, no. [Turn his head to Eliza]Can't you hear the difference? [Turn his body to Eliza] Look, put your tongue forward until it squeezes on the top of your lower teeth. And then say "cup." Then say "of." Then say "cup, cup, cup, cup, of, of, of, of."Eliza: [off and on]"cup, cup, cup, cup, of, of, of, of. …."Pickering:[At the same time] By Jove, Higgins, that was a nice tea. You finish the last strawberry tart. I couldn't eat another thing. [Eliza look at them eagerly ]HIGGINS: -I couldn't touch it.Pickering: -Shame to waste it.HIGGINS:Oh, it won't be wasted. I know somebody who's fond of strawberry tarts. [Eliza is eagerly and happy but Higgins take the cake to a bird]Eliza: Oooooh!HIGGINS: [Smiled triumphantly.] Do you want to eat some, Eliza? [Eliza: ooh,] Come here--Ah—[Eliza open her mouth, Higgins take one marble into her mouth, she is confused Higgins take marbles into her mouth as saying [one, two, three, six marbles]] OK, enough. I want you to read this "The rain in Spain......stays mainly in the plain” Clearly!Eliza:"The rain in Spain......stays….. mainly ….in the plain."[She spit it out and wants to give up] I can't! I'm so tired!Higgins:[Touching his forehead]I know you're tired. I know your nerves are as raw as meat in a butcher's window. But just think what you're trying to accomplish. (he sit down besides Eliza in the right) The majesty and grandeur of the English language....It's the greatest possession we have. And that's what you've set yourself out to conquer,Eliza. And conquer it you will. (Higgins...) Now try it again.Eliza (think about the word Higgins said, and determined to spell it well. She speak slowly)"The rain in Spain......stays mainly in the plain."Higgins: (Higgins was quite surprised that Eliza spelled very correctly.) What was that?Eliza: (to Higgins)"The rain in Spain......stays mainly in the plain."Higgins:"By George, she's got it.! By George, she's got itEliza: "The rain in Spain......stays mainly in the plain." [6’30”] [Music] [Their actions are still to be designed]Scene 3Monologue: 6 months later, at ambassador's garden party.A guard: Sir Guy and Lady Scot-Auckland. 盖伊爵士和斯科特奥克兰夫人The Count and Countess Demerea 迪梅鲁伯爵和伯爵夫人u.The Viscount and Viscountess Hillyard. 希尔雅德子爵和子爵夫人Mr. and Mrs. Richard Lanser. 理查兰舍先生和夫人Miss Eliza Doolittle, Colonel Pickering., and Professor Higgins. 伊莱莎杜利特小姐，皮克林上校和希金斯教授[When Eliza came in, all the people are astonished by her beauty and are discussing ]Mr. Richard Lanser:Good evening, Colonel.Pickering :-Good evening.Mrs. Richard Lanser: What an charming young lady you have with you . Well, who is she?Pickering: Oh, a cousin of mine. And this is Professor Higgins.Lady Scot-Auckland: Such a faraway looks, as if she's always lived in a garden.Higgins: So she has. ...a sort of garden. [Pickering and Higgins are talking to other gentlemen][At the moment, the queen and the prince arrive ]A guard: Her Majesty, the Queen of Transylvania.....and His Royal Highness Prince Gregor.[All people stop talking and dancing][Prince discuss something to queen in secret]Queen of Transylvania: Mr. Pickering,[Pickering walk to the queen ]who is the charming girl?Pickering: She’ my cousin , her majesty. [Suggested Eliza to come] Eliza: Good evening, Miss Doolittle, Madam.the Queen of Transylvania: Miss Doolittle, my son would like to dance withyou.[ the Prince of Transylvania asked to meet her and gave his arm to lead her to the floor]Pickering: [to Higgins] You did it ,you did it! A total success!Higgins:[Smiles triumphantly]What shall I say, Pickering? It was an immense achievement! Hahahaha...![Music][People begin their dancing] [8’]Scene4Monologue: After the party , they went back ，wild with joy.Higgins&Pickering:(On arrival) Hahaha... (Both of them sit down joyfully, ignoring Eliza)Pickering: Absolutely fantastic!Higgins: A lot of foolish men!Pickering: Higgins, you were absolutely great! Now you win the bet! (Take out a piece of check) The check now belongs to you!Higgins: (Mrs. Pearce lit a cigarette for him) The silly people don't know their own silly business. (To Mrs Pearce)Mrs. Pearce, you should have heard the 'oohs' and 'aahs'! Everyone wondering who she was.Pickering: And you should get a medal, or be even made a knight!Higgins:[Quite satisfied with himself] Well, thank God, that's over. Now I cango to bed without dreading tomorrow.Mrs. Pearce: Good night, Mr. Higgins. (She goes away)Pickering: Good night, my old man! (He leaves)Higgins:Good night! [About to leave] Eliza, put out the lights.(He goes upstairs)[Eliza turns off the light in blue, sobbing] [8’50”]Higgins[Appears suddenly] Ah, where the hell is my slippers?Eliza[Irritated, casts the slippers at him] Here are your slippers! Take your slippers and may you never have good luck with them.HigginsWhat's the matter? Is anything wrong?ElizaNo, nothing's wrong with you. I won your bet for you, haven't I? That's enough for you! I don't matter, I suppose?HigginsYou won my bet? Oh Heavens, I won it!Eliza[Fires her questions painfully] I could kill you, you selfish brute! Why didn't you leave me where I was? You thank God it's all over. Now you can throw me back again! Do you? [She threw herself at Higgins]HigginsClaws in, you cat!How dare you show your temper to me? Sit down and be quiet!Eliza(Falls to the sofa and sobs) What's to become of me?HigginsHow do I know what's to become of you?ElizaYou don't care. I know you don't care! You wouldn't care if I was dead. I'm nothing to you. Not as much as your slippers.HigginsMy slippers ? Why have you suddenly begun going on like this? Do you mean that I have treated you badly?ElizaNo.HigginsWell, I'm glad to hear that. Perhaps you're tired after the strain of the day. [He walks to the table and fetches a tray of chocolate] Would you have a chocolate? ElizaNo! [But with politeness] Thank you.HigginsNow listen to me, Eliza. Nothing's wrong. Nobody's hurting you. Go to bed andsleep it off. Have a little cry and say your prayers. You'll feel much more comfortable.ElizaOh, where am I to go? What am I to do? And what's to become of me? HigginsI wouldn't worry about that if I were you, Eliza. I'm sure you won't have any difficulty in settling yourself somewhere . [] You might marry, you know. Most men are the marrying sort, poor devils. You're not bad-looking. I daresay, my mother might find some fellow who would do very well.ElizaI sold flowers, I don’t sell myself!HigginsWhat about the old idea of a flower shop? I'm sure Pickering would help you. He's got lots of money. [Yawning, eager to leave]Well, I must be off to bed. I'm really sleepy.ElizaBefore you go, sir. [Take off her jewelry] Will you take these to your room and keep them safe? I don't want to be accused of stealing.HigginsStealing?ElizaI'm sorry. I'm a common, ignorant girl .and in my station I have to be careful.The ring , you bought for me in Bright, I don't want it now. There can't be any feelings between the likes of you and the likes of me. It’ s time to bid you adieu. [Down falls the curtain][The end]。
PYGMALION [Extract] (by George Bernard Shaw)Main idea of the gut ：Eliza is a flower girl with a tongue ofvery harsh English to the upper society. Professor Higgins is aphilologian with lordliness. His friend Pickering bet to himthat if Higgins enable Eliza to ambassador's party which willhold six months later as a ladyship without anybody exposureher true status, then , Pickering would pay for all theexperiment fees and the schooling fee of Eliza.Scene1Background: at night 11:15. Raining [Sound of Rain] [Cab]Pedestrians are running for shelter.Actor: Mother Freddy Eliza the gentleman A Sarcastic Bystanderthe Note Taker two other bystandersMother[On her son's right]Freddy, go and find a cab. Do you want me to catch pneumonia?FreddyAll right, I'll get one. [Freddy rushes in out of the rain from the Southampton Street side; He opens his umbrella and dashes off, but comes into collision with Eliza, who is hurrying in for shelter, knocking her basket out of herhands. A blinding flash of lightning, followed instantly by a rattling peal of thunder, orchestrates the incident] [Thunder].ElizaLook where you're going, dear! Look where you're going!FreddyI'm so sorry.[He rushes off].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. [She sits down on the plinth of the column, sorting her flowers, on the lady's right. Talk to the mother]He's your son, is he? If you'd done your duty., you wouldn't let him spoil a poor girl's flowers and run away without paying.Mother (walk towards to the other side)Go about your business, my girl.Eliza[Still sits down on the plinth of the column,]And you wouldn't go off without paying, either. [Here comes a gentleman .He goes to the plinth beside Eliza]Two bunches o' violets trod in the mud.Mother (turn to the gentleman)Sir, is there any sign of it stopping?The gentlemanI'm afraid not. It's worse than before.If it's worse, it's a sign it's nearly over. [Taking advantage of the military gentleman's proximity to establish friendly relations with him].Cheer up, captain! Buy a flower off a poor girl.The GentlemanI'm sorry, I haven't any change.ElizaI can change half a crown. [The Gentleman trying his pockets]Oh, yes. Here's three pence,[He retreats to the other pillar].Take this for tuppence (Speak at the same time)Eliza [disappointed, but thinking three halfpence better than nothing]Thank you, sir.A Sarcastic Bystander [to the girl]You be careful. Better give him a flower for it. There's a bloke here behind that pillar .taking' down every blessed word you're saying'.[All turn to the man who is taking notes].Eliza[Springing up terrified]I have done nothing wrong by speaking to the gentleman. I've a right to sell flowers if I keep off the curb. [Hysterically] I' m a respectable girl, so help me!Bystander A- What's the blooming noise?Bystander B- A tec is taking her down.I'm making an honest living. [Breaking through them to the gentleman, crying wildly] Sir, don't let him charge me. They’ll take away m y character and drive me on the streets, for speaking' to a gentleman...The Note Taker[Coming forward on her right, the rest crowding after him]There, there. Who's hurting you, silly girl? What'd you take me for?Eliza [still hysterical]On my Bible oath, I never spoke a word.The Note Taker [overbearing but good-humored]Oh, shut up! Do I look like a policeman?Eliza [far from reassured]Then what did you take down my words for? Just show me what you have written about me. [The note taker opens his book and holds it steadily under her nose]. What is that? That is not proper writing, I can't read it.The Note TakerI can. [Reads, reproducing her pronunciation exactly] "Cheer ap, Keptin; n' baw ya flahr orf a pore gel."Eliza [much distressed]It's because I called him Captain.! I meant no harm. [To the gentleman] Oh, sir, don’t let him lay a charge on… [Close-up of Eliza.]The GentlemanCharge? I'll make no charge. [To the note taker] Really, sir, if you are a detective, you need not protect me against the young women until I ask you. She meant no harm.The Note TakerAll right! [To the girl] How do you come to be up so far east? You were born in Lisson Grove.Eliza[Appalled] Oh, what harm is there in my leaving Lisson Grove? It was not fit for a pig to live in! [In tears] Oh, boo--ouThe Note Taker(Interrupt her)Live where you like; but stop that noise.The GentlemanCome, come! You have a right to live where you please.Eliza[Subsiding into a brooding melancholy over her basket, and talking very low-spiritedly to herself]I'm a good girl, I am.The Note Taker"Look at her, a prisoner of the gutters". Condemned by every word she utters” By right she should be taken out and hung"Eliza[Quite overwhelmed, and looking up at him in mingled wonder anddeprecation without daring to raise her head]Ah-ah-ah-ow-ow-ow-oo!The Note TakerHeavens! What a sound! You hear this creature with her poor English: the English that will keep her in the gutter to the end of her days. [To the Gentleman]Well, sir, in three months I could pass that girl off as a duchess at an ambassador's garden party. I could even get her a place as lady's maid or shop assistant, which requires better English.ElizaOh you don’t believe it, sir?Pickering(Thinking) Hmm, I'm interested. What about a bet for the ambassador's garden party? [Show the check] I'll pay all the expenses of the experiment if you make that good.ElizaReally ? Oh, you are so kind, Captain!Higgins[Tempted, looking at her] It's almost irresistible. Yes! In six months , f she has a good ear and a quick tongue -- I'll take her anywhere and pass her off as anything. We shall get start--tomorrow! [3’24”]Scene2Monologue: The next day, Mr. Higgins begins to teach Eliza English. HIGGINS :All right, Eliza, say it again.！Eliza: [Reading word by word] "The rine in Spine...stais minely in the pline!" HIGGINS:"The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain."Eliza:Didn't I saiy that?HIGGINS: No, Eliza, you didn't "saiy" that. You didn't even "say" that. [Impatiently] All right! Let’s try a simple one. Say “a cup of tea”. Eliza: A Cuppatea.HIGGINS: No! "A cup of tea." [To Pickering, back against Eliza] It's awfully good cake. I wonder where Mrs. Pearce gets it.Pickering: First rate. And those strawberry tarts are delicious. [To Eliza]Did you try the pline cake?HIGGINS: [Raises his voice] Try it again.Pickering: -Did you try the-HIGGINS:[Speaking loudly to Pickering] Pickering! Again, Eliza.Eliza: Cuppatea .HIGGINS:Oh, no. [Turn his head to Eliza]Can't you hear the difference? [Turn his body to Eliza] Look, put your tongue forward until it squeezes on the top of your lower teeth. And then say "cup." Then say "of." Then say "cup, cup, cup, cup, of, of, of, of."Eliza: [off and on]"cup, cup, cup, cup, of, of, of, of. …."Pickering:[At the same time] By Jove, Higgins, that was a nice tea. You finish the last strawberry tart. I couldn't eat another thing. [Eliza look at them eagerly ]HIGGINS: -I couldn't touch it.Pickering: -Shame to waste it.HIGGINS:Oh, it won't be wasted. I know somebody who's fond of strawberry tarts. [Eliza is eagerly and happy but Higgins take the cake to a bird]Eliza: Oooooh!HIGGINS: [Smiled triumphantly.] Do you want to eat some, Eliza? [Eliza: ooh,] Come here--Ah—[Eliza open her mouth, Higgins take one marble into her mouth, she is confused Higgins take marbles into her mouth as saying [one, two, three, six marbles]] OK, enough. I want you to read this "The rain in Spain......stays mainly in the plain” Clearly!Eliza:"The rain in Spain......stays….. mainly ….in the plain."[She spit it out and wants to give up] I can't! I'm so tired!Higgins:[Touching his forehead]I know you're tired. I know your nerves are as raw as meat in a butcher's window. But just think what you're trying to accomplish. (he sit down besides Eliza in the right) The majesty and grandeur of the English language....It's the greatest possession we have. And that's what you've set yourself out to conquer,Eliza. And conquer it you will. (Higgins...) Now try it again.Eliza (think about the word Higgins said, and determined to spell it well. She speak slowly)"The rain in Spain......stays mainly in the plain."Higgins: (Higgins was quite surprised that Eliza spelled very correctly.) What was that?Eliza: (to Higgins)"The rain in Spain......stays mainly in the plain."Higgins:"By George, she's got it.! By George, she's got itEliza: "The rain in Spain......stays mainly in the plain." [6’30”] [Music] [Their actions are still to be designed]Scene 3Monologue: 6 months later, at ambassador's garden party.A guard: Sir Guy and Lady Scot-Auckland. 盖伊爵士和斯科特奥克兰夫人The Count and Countess Demerea 迪梅鲁伯爵和伯爵夫人u.The Viscount and Viscountess Hillyard. 希尔雅德子爵和子爵夫人Mr. and Mrs. Richard Lanser. 理查兰舍先生和夫人Miss Eliza Doolittle, Colonel Pickering., and Professor Higgins. 伊莱莎杜利特小姐，皮克林上校和希金斯教授[When Eliza came in, all the people are astonished by her beauty and are discussing ]Mr. Richard Lanser:Good evening, Colonel.Pickering :-Good evening.Mrs. Richard Lanser: What an charming young lady you have with you . Well, who is she?Pickering: Oh, a cousin of mine. And this is Professor Higgins.Lady Scot-Auckland: Such a faraway looks, as if she's always lived in a garden.Higgins: So she has. ...a sort of garden. [Pickering and Higgins are talking to other gentlemen][At the moment, the queen and the prince arrive ]A guard: Her Majesty, the Queen of Transylvania.....and His Royal Highness Prince Gregor.[All people stop talking and dancing][Prince discuss something to queen in secret]Queen of Transylvania: Mr. Pickering,[Pickering walk to the queen ]who is the charming girl?Pickering: She’ my cousin , her majesty. [Suggested Eliza to come] Eliza: Good evening, Miss Doolittle, Madam.the Queen of Transylvania: Miss Doolittle, my son would like to dance withyou.[ the Prince of Transylvania asked to meet her and gave his arm to lead her to the floor]Pickering: [to Higgins] You did it ,you did it! A total success!Higgins:[Smiles triumphantly]What shall I say, Pickering? It was an immense achievement! Hahahaha...![Music][People begin their dancing] [8’]Scene4Monologue: After the party , they went back ，wild with joy.Higgins&Pickering:(On arrival) Hahaha... (Both of them sit down joyfully, ignoring Eliza)Pickering: Absolutely fantastic!Higgins: A lot of foolish men!Pickering: Higgins, you were absolutely great! Now you win the bet! (Take out a piece of check) The check now belongs to you!Higgins: (Mrs. Pearce lit a cigarette for him) The silly people don't know their own silly business. (To Mrs Pearce)Mrs. Pearce, you should have heard the 'oohs' and 'aahs'! Everyone wondering who she was.Pickering: And you should get a medal, or be even made a knight!Higgins:[Quite satisfied with himself] Well, thank God, that's over. Now I cango to bed without dreading tomorrow.Mrs. Pearce: Good night, Mr. Higgins. (She goes away)Pickering: Good night, my old man! (He leaves)Higgins:Good night! [About to leave] Eliza, put out the lights.(He goes upstairs)[Eliza turns off the light in blue, sobbing] [8’50”]Higgins[Appears suddenly] Ah, where the hell is my slippers?Eliza[Irritated, casts the slippers at him] Here are your slippers! Take your slippers and may you never have good luck with them.HigginsWhat's the matter? Is anything wrong?ElizaNo, nothing's wrong with you. I won your bet for you, haven't I? That's enough for you! I don't matter, I suppose?HigginsYou won my bet? Oh Heavens, I won it!Eliza[Fires her questions painfully] I could kill you, you selfish brute! Why didn't you leave me where I was? You thank God it's all over. Now you can throw me back again! Do you? [She threw herself at Higgins]HigginsClaws in, you cat!How dare you show your temper to me? Sit down and be quiet!Eliza(Falls to the sofa and sobs) What's to become of me?HigginsHow do I know what's to become of you?ElizaYou don't care. I know you don't care! You wouldn't care if I was dead. I'm nothing to you. Not as much as your slippers.HigginsMy slippers ? Why have you suddenly begun going on like this? Do you mean that I have treated you badly?ElizaNo.HigginsWell, I'm glad to hear that. Perhaps you're tired after the strain of the day. [He walks to the table and fetches a tray of chocolate] Would you have a chocolate? ElizaNo! [But with politeness] Thank you.HigginsNow listen to me, Eliza. Nothing's wrong. Nobody's hurting you. Go to bed andsleep it off. Have a little cry and say your prayers. You'll feel much more comfortable.ElizaOh, where am I to go? What am I to do? And what's to become of me? HigginsI wouldn't worry about that if I were you, Eliza. I'm sure you won't have any difficulty in settling yourself somewhere . [] You might marry, you know. Most men are the marrying sort, poor devils. You're not bad-looking. I daresay, my mother might find some fellow who would do very well.ElizaI sold flowers, I don’t sell myself!HigginsWhat about the old idea of a flower shop? I'm sure Pickering would help you. He's got lots of money. [Yawning, eager to leave]Well, I must be off to bed. I'm really sleepy.ElizaBefore you go, sir. [Take off her jewelry] Will you take these to your room and keep them safe? I don't want to be accused of stealing.HigginsStealing?ElizaI'm sorry. I'm a common, ignorant girl .and in my station I have to be careful.The ring , you bought for me in Bright, I don't want it now. There can't be any feelings between the likes of you and the likes of me. It’ s time to bid you adieu. [Down falls the curtain][The end]。
PygmalionAct 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. Paul's Church, where there are already several people. 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.A young man of twenty, in evening dress, opens his umbrella and dashes off onto the street to stop a passing taxi, but 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].THE FLOWER GIRL:[picking up her scattered flowers and replacing them in the basket] There's 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 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 compared 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].[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 the daughter's retirement.]THE GENTLEMAN:Phew!The OLD LADY:[to the gentleman] Oh, sir, is there any sign of its stopping?THE GENTLEMAN:I'm afraid not. It started worse than ever about two minutes ago. [He goes to the plinthbeside the flower girl; puts up his foot on it; and stoops to turn down his trouser ends].THE OLD LADY:Oh, dear! [She retires sadly].THE FLOWER GIRL:[taking advantage of the military gentleman's proximity to establish friendly relationswith him]. If it's worse it's a sign it's nearly over. So cheer up, Captain; and buy aflower off a poor girl.THE GENTLEMAN:I'm sorry, I haven't any change.THE FLOWER GIRL:I can give you change, Captain,THE GENTLEMAN:For a sovereign? I've nothing less.THE FLOWER GIRL:Garn! Oh do buy a flower off me, Captain. I can change half-a-crown. Take this fortuppence.THE GENTLEMAN:Now don't be troublesome: there's a good girl. [Trying his pockets] I really haven't any change—Stop: here's three hapence, if that's any use to you [he retreats to the otherpillar].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 a flower for it. There's a man here behind taking downevery word you're saying. [All turn to the man who is taking notes].THE FLOWER GIRL:[springing up terrified] I ain't done nothing 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 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 Don't start hollerin. Who's hurting you? Nobody's going to touch you. What's the good of fussing? Steady on. Easy, easy, 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: What's the row? What she do? Where is 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, don't let him charge me. You dunno what it means to me. They'll take away my character and drive me on the streets for speaking to gentlemen. They—THE NOTE TAKER:[coming forward on her right, the rest crowding after him] There, there, there, there!Who's 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 word—THE NOTE TAKER:[overbearing but good-humored] Oh, shut up, shut up. Do I look like a policeman? THE FLOWER GIRL:[far from reassured] Then what did you take down my words for? How do I knowwhether you took me down right? You just show me what you've wrote about me. [The note taker opens his book and holds it steadily under her nose, though the pressure ofthe mob trying to read it over his shoulders would upset a weaker man]. What's that?That ain't proper writing. I can't read that.THE NOTE TAKER:I can. [Reads, reproducing her pronunciation exactly]“Cheer ap, Keptin; n' haw yaflahr orf a pore gel.”THE FLOWER GIRL:[much distressed] It's because I called him Captain. I meant no harm.[To the gentleman] Oh, sir, don't let him lay a charge agen me for a word like that. You—THE GENTLEMAN:Charge! I make no charge. [To the note taker] Really, sir, if you are a detective, youneed not begin protecting me until I ask you. Anybody could see that the girl meant no harm.THE BYSTANDERS GENERALLY:[demonstrating against police espionage] Course they could. What business is it ofyours? You mind your own affairs. Girl never said a word to him. What harm if shedid? Nice thing a girl can't shelter from the rain without being insulted, etc., etc., etc.[She is conducted by the more sympathetic demonstrators back to her plinth, where she resumes her seat and struggles with her emotion].THE BYSTANDER B:He ain't a tec. He's a blooming busybody: that's what he is. I tell you, look at his boots. THE NOTE TAKER:[turning on him genially] And how are all your people down at Selsey?THE BYSTANDER B:[suspiciously] Who told you my people come from Selsey?THE NOTE TAKER:Never you mind. They did. [To the girl] How do you come to be up so far east? Youwere born in Lisson Grove.THE FLOWER GIRL:[appalled] Oh, what harm is there in my leaving Lisson Grove? It wasn't fit for a pig to live in; and I had to pay four-and-six a week. [In tears] Oh, boo—hoo—oo—THE NOTE TAKER:Live where you like; but stop that noise.[to the girl] Come, come! he can't touch you: you have a right to live where you please. THE FLOWER GIRL:[subsiding into a brooding melancholy over her basket, and talking very low- spiritedly to herself] I'm a good girl, I am.THE BYSTANDER B:[not attending to her] Do you know where this gentleman comes from?THE NOTE TAKER:Cheltenham, Harrow, Cambridge, and India.[Titterings. Popular interest in the note taker's performance increases.]THE GENTLEMAN:Quite right. [Great laughter. Reaction in the note taker's favor. Exclamations of He knows all about it. Told him proper. Hear him tell thetoff where he come from? etc.].May I ask, sir, do you do this for your living at a music hall?THE NOTE TAKER:I've thought of that. Perhaps I shall some day.[The rain has stopped; and the persons on the outside of the crowd begin to drop off.]THE FLOWER GIRL:[resenting the reaction] He's no gentleman, he ain't, to interfere with a poor girl. [still preoccupied with her wounded feelings] He's no right to take away my character. My character is the same to me as any lady's.THE NOTE TAKER:I don't know whether you've noticed it; but the rain stopped about two minutes ago. THE BYSTANDER B:So it has. Why didn't you say so before? and us losing our time listening to yoursilliness. [He walks off. With some grumbles, other bystanders also walk off the stageseparately].THE FLOWER GIRL:Poor girl! Hard enough for her to live without being worrited and chivied.THE GENTLEMAN:[returning to his former place on the note taker's left] How do you do it, if I may ask?THE NOTE TAKER:Simply phonetics. The science of speech. That's my profession; also my hobby. Happy is the man who can make a living by his hobby! I can place any man within six miles. I can place him within two miles in London. Sometimes within two streets. THE FLOWER GIRL: Ought to be ashamed of himself, unmanly coward!THE GENTLEMAN:But is there a living in that?Oh yes. Quite a fat one. This is an age of upstarts. Men begin in Kentish Town with 80 pounds a year, and end in Park Lane with a hundred thousand. They want to dropKentish Town; but they give themselves away every time they open their mouths. NowI can teach them—THE FLOWER GIRL:Let him mind his own business and leave a poor girl—THE NOTE TAKER:[explosively] Woman: cease this horrible boohooing instantly; or else seek the shelterof some other place.THE FLOWER GIRL:[with feeble defiance] I've a right to be here if I like, same as you.THE NOTE TAKER:A woman who utters such depressing and disgusting sounds has no right to beanywhere—no right to live. Remember that you are a human being with a soul and thedivine gift of articulate speech: that your native language is the language of Shakespear and Milton and The Bible; and don't sit there crooning like a pigeon.THE FLOWER GIRL:[quite overwhelmed, and looking up at him in mingled wonder and deprecation without daring to raise her head] Ah—ah— ah—ow—ow—oo!THE NOTE TAKER:[whipping out his book] Heavens! what a sound! [He writes; then holds out the bookand reads, reproducing her vowels exactly] Ah—ah—ah—ow—ow—ow—oo!THE FLOWER GIRL:[tickled by the performance, and laughing in spite of herself] Garn!THE NOTE TAKER:You see this creature with her gutter English: the English that will keep her in the gutter to the end of her days. Well, sir, in three months I could pass that girl off as a duchessat an ambassador's garden party. I could even get her a place as lady's maid or shopassistant, which requires better English. [The flower girl listens attentively and wasshocked by his remarks. She repeats with noticeable curiosity, “duchess”? “lady'smaid”? “shop assistant”? ]THE GENTLEMAN:I am myself a student of Indian dialects; and—THE NOTE TAKER:[eagerly] Are you? Do you know Colonel Pickering, the author of Spoken IndianDialects?THE GENTLEMAN:I am Colonel Pickering. Who are you?THE NOTE TAKER:Henry Higgins, author of Higgins's Universal Alphabet.PICKERING:[with enthusiasm] I came from India to meet you.HIGGINS:I was going to India to meet you.PICKERING:Where do you live?HIGGINS:27A Wimpole Street. Come and see me tomorrow.PICKERING:I'm at the Carlton Hotel. Come with me now and let's have a talk over some supper. HIGGINS:Right you are.THE FLOWER GIRL:[to Pickering, as he passes her] Buy a flower, kind gentleman.PICKERING:I really haven't any change. I'm sorry [he goes away].HIGGINS:[shocked at girl's mendacity] Liar. You said you could change half-a-crown. THE FLOWER GIRL:[rising in desperation] You ought to be stuffed with nails, you ought.[Flinging thebasket at his feet] Take the whole blooming basket for sixpence.[The church clock strikes the second quarter.] HIGGINS:[hearing in it the voice of God, rebuking him for his Pharisaic want of charity to thepoor girl] A reminder. [He raises his hat solemnly; then throws a handful of moneyinto the basket and follows Pickering].THE FLOWER GIRL:[picking up a half-crown] Ah—ow—ooh! [Picking up a couple of florins]Aaah— ow—ooh! [Picking up several coins]Aaaaaah—ow—ooh![Picking up a halfsovereign] Aaaaaaaaaaaah— ow—ooh!!! [With ecstasy, the Flower Girl runs off the stage. End of Act 1 ]Act 2[Next day at 11 a.m. Higgins's laboratory in Wimpole Street. The middle of the room is clear. Besides the easy chair, the piano bench, and two chairs at the phonograph table, there is one stray chair. It stands near the fireplace. Pickering is seated at the table, putting down some cards and a tuning-fork which he has been using. Higgins is standing up near him, closing two or three file drawers that are hanging out. He appears in the morning light as a robust, vital, appetizing sort of man of forty or thereabouts, dressed in a professional-looking black frock-coat with a white linen collar and black silk tie. He is of the energetic, scientific type, heartily, even violently interested in everything that can be studied as a scientific subject, and careless about himself and other people, including their feelings. He is, in fact, but for his years andsize, rather like a very impetuous baby “taking notice” eagerly and loudly, and requiring almost as much watching to keep him out of unintended mischief. His manner varies from genial bullying when he is in a good humor to stormy petulance when anything goes wrong; but he is so entirely frank and void of malice that he remains likeable even in his least reasonable moments.]HIGGINS:[as he shuts the last drawer] Well, I think that's the whole show.PICKERING:It's really amazing. I haven't taken half of it in, you know.HIGGINS:Would you like to go over any of it again?PICKERING:[rising and coming to the fireplace, where he plants himself with his back to thefire] No, thank you; not now. I'm quite done up for this morning.HIGGINS:[Mrs. Pearce looks in: she is Higgins's housekeeper] What's the matter?MRS. PEARCE:[hesitating, evidently perplexed] A young woman wants to see you, sir.HIGGINS:A young woman! What does she want?MRS. PEARCE:Well, sir, she says you'll be glad to see her when you know what she's come about.She's quite a common girl, sir. Very common indeed. I should have sent her away, onlyI thought perhaps you wanted her to talk into your machines. I hope I've not donewrong; but really you see such queer people sometimes—you'll excuse me, I'm sure,sir—HIGGINS:Oh, that's all right, Mrs. Pearce. Has she an interesting accent?MRS. PEARCE:Oh, something dreadful, sir, really. I don't know how you can take an interest in it. HIGGINS:[to Pickering] Let's have her up. Show her up, Mrs. Pearce [he rushes across to hisworking table and picks out a cylinder to use on thephonograph].MRS. PEARCE:[only half resigned to it] Very well, sir. It's for you to say. [She goes downstairs]. HIGGINS:This is rather a bit of luck. I'll show you how I make records. We'll set her talking; andI'll take it down -MRS. PEARCE:[returning] This is the young woman, sir.[The flower girl enters in state. She has a hat with three ostrich feathers, orange, sky-blue, andred. She has a nearly clean apron, and the shoddy coat has been tidied a little. The pathos of this deplorable figure, with its innocent vanity and consequential air, touches Pickering, who has already straightened himself in the presence of Mrs. Pearce. But as to Higgins, the only distinction he makes between men and women is that when he is neither bullying nor exclaiming to the heavens against some featherweight cross, he coaxes women as a child coaxes its nurse when it wants to get anything out of her.]HIGGINS:[brusquely, recognizing her with unconcealed disappointment, and at once, babylike,making an intolerable grievance of it] Why, this is the girl I jotted down last night.She's no use: I've got all the records I want of the Lisson Grove lingo; and I'm not going to waste another cylinder on it.[To the girl] Be off with you: I don't want you.THE FLOWER GIRL:Don't you be so saucy. You ain't heard what I come for yet. [To Mrs. Pearce, who iswaiting at the door for further instruction] Did you tell him I come in a taxi?MRS. PEARCE:Nonsense, girl! what do you think a gentleman like Mr. Higgins cares what you camein?THE FLOWER GIRL:Oh, we are proud! He ain't above giving lessons, not him: I heard him say so. Well, Iain't come here to ask for any compliment; and if my money's not good enough I can go elsewhere.HIGGINS:Good enough for what?THE FLOWER GIRL:Good enough for ye—oo. Now you know, don't you? I'm come to have lessons, I am.And to pay for em too: make no mistake.HIGGINS:[stupent] WELL!!! [Recovering his breath with a gasp] What do you expect me to say to you?THE FLOWER GIRL:Well, if you was a gentleman, you might ask me to sit down, I think. Don't I tell youI'm bringing you business?HIGGINS:Pickering: shall we ask this baggage to sit down or shall we throw her out of thewindow?THE FLOWER GIRL:[running away in terror to the piano, where she turns at bay] Ah—ah—ah—ow—ow—ow—oo! [Wounded and whimpering] I won't be called a baggage when I'veoffered to pay like any lady.[Motionless, the two men stare at her from the other side of the room, amazed.] PICKERING: [gently] What is it you want, my girl?THE FLOWER GIRL:I want to be a lady in a flower shop stead of selling at the corner of Tottenham CourtRoad. But they won't take me unless I can talk more genteel. He said he could teachme. Well, here I am ready to pay him—not asking any favor—and he treats me as if Iwas dirt.MRS. PEARCE:How can you be such a foolish ignorant girl as to think you could afford to pay Mr.Higgins?THE FLOWER GIRL:Why shouldn't I? I know what lessons cost as well as you do; and I'm ready to pay. HIGGINS:What's your name?THE FLOWER GIRL:Liza Doolittle.HIGGINS:[declaiming gravely] Eliza, Elizabeth, Betsy and Bess, They went to the woods to get a birds nes':PICKERING:They found a nest with four eggs in it:HIGGINS:They took one apiece, and left three in it.[They laugh heartily at their own wit.] LIZA:Oh, don't be silly.MRS. PEARCE:You mustn't speak to the gentleman like that.LIZA:Well, why won't he speak sensible to me?HIGGINS:Come back to business. How much do you propose to pay me for the lessons?LIZA:Oh, I know what's right. A lady friend of mine gets French lessons for eighteenpence an hour from a real French gentleman. Well, you wouldn't have the face to ask me thesame for teaching me my own language as you would for French; so I won't give more than a shilling. Take it or leave it.HIGGINS:[walking up and down the room, rattling his keys and his cash in his pockets] Youknow, Pickering, if you consider a shilling, not as a simple shilling, but as a percentage of this girl's income, it works out as fully equivalent to sixty or seventy guineas from amillionaire.PICKERING:How so?HIGGINS:Figure it out. A millionaire has about 150 pounds a day. She earns abouthalf-a-crown. LIZA:[haughtily] Who told you I only—HIGGINS:[continuing] She offers me two-fifths of her day's income for a lesson. Two-fifths of amillionaire's income for a day would be somewhere about 60 pounds. It's handsome. By George, it's enormous! it's the biggest offer I ever had.LIZA:[rising, terrified] Sixty pounds! What are you talking about? I never offered you sixtypounds. Where would I get—HIGGINS:Hold your tongue.LIZA:[weeping] But I ain't got sixty pounds. Oh—MRS. PEARCE:Don't cry, you silly girl. Sit down. Nobody is going to touch your money. HIGGINS:Somebody is going to touch you, with a broomstick, if you don't stop snivelling. Sitdown.PICKERING:Higgins: I'm interested. What about the ambassador's garden party? I'll say you're thegreatest teacher alive if you make that good. I'll bet you all the expenses of theexperiment you can't do it. And I'll pay for the lessons.HIGGINS:[carried away] Yes: in six months—in three if she has a good ear and a quick tongue—I'll take her anywhere and pass her off as anything. We'll start today: now! thismoment! Take her away and clean her, Mrs. Pearce. Monkey Brand, if it won't comeoff any other way. Is there a good fire in the kitchen?MRS. PEARCE:[protesting]. Yes; but—HIGGINS:[storming on] Take all her clothes off and burn them. Ring up Whiteley or somebodyfor new ones. Wrap her up in brown paper till they come.LIZA:You're no gentleman, you're not, to talk of such things. I'm a good girl, I am; and Iknow what the like of you are, I do.MRS. PEARCE:But I've no place to put her.HIGGINS:Put her in the dustbin.LIZA:Ah—ah—ah—ow—ow—oo!MRS. PEARCE [dragging Eliza off with Eliza struggling a while]: Good girl! Don't be frightened. We won't hurt you for sure. [Mrs. Pearce and Eliza exit!]PICKERING:Oh come, Higgins! be reasonable. Although I am interested in this experiment, all I propose is that we should be kind to this poor girl. We need to help her to prepare and fit herself for her new station in life. We can't take a girl up like that as if we were picking up a pebble on the beach. [He continues with hesitation less he should hurt Higgins's feelings.] Excuse the straight question, Higgins. Are you a man of good character where women are concerned? HIGGINS:[moodily] Have you ever met a man of good character where women are concerned? PICKERING:Yes: very frequently.HIGGINS:[dogmatically, lifting himself on his hands to the level of the piano, and sitting on itwith a bounce] Well, I haven't. I find that the moment I let a woman make friends with me, she becomes jealous, exacting, suspicious, and a damned nuisance. I find that themoment I let myself make friends with a woman, I become selfish and tyrannical.Women upset everything.[Mrs. Pearce returns.]MRS. PEARCE:If you please, sir, the trouble's beginning already. There's a dustman downstairs,Alfred Doolittle, wants to see you. He says you have his daughter here. PICKERING:[rising] Phew! I say! [He retreats to the hearthrug].HIGGINS:[promptly] Send the rascal up.MRS. PEARCE [embarrassed]:Oh, very well, sir. [She goes out].PICKERING:He may not be a rascal, Higgins.HIGGINS:Nonsense. Of course he's a rascal.PICKERING:Whether he is or not, I'm afraid we shall have some trouble with him.MRS. PEARCE:[at the door] Doolittle, sir. [She admits Doolittle and retires].[Alfred Doolittle is an elderly but vigorous dustman, clad in the costume of his profession, including a hat with a back brim covering his neck and shoulders. He has well marked and rather interesting features, and seems equally free from fear and conscience. He has a remarkably expressive voice, the result of a habit of giving vent to his feelings without reserve.His present pose is that of wounded honor and stern resolution.]DOOLITTLE:[at the door, uncertain which of the two gentlemen is his man] Professor Higgins? HIGGINS:Here. Good morning. Sit down.DOOLITTLE:Morning, Governor. [He sits down magisterially] I come about a very serious matter,Governor.HIGGINS:[to Pickering] Brought up in Hounslow. Mother Welsh, I should think.[Doolittle opens his mouth, amazed. Higgins continues] What do you want, Doolittle? DOOLITTLE:[menacingly] I want my daughter: that's what I want. See?HIGGINS:Of course you do. You're her father, aren't you? You don't suppose anyone else wantsher, do you? I'm glad to see you have some spark of family feeling left. She's upstairs.Take her away at once.DOOLITTLE:[rising, fearfully taken aback] What!HIGGINS:Take her away. Do you suppose I'm going to keep your daughter for you? DOOLITTLE:[remonstrating] Now, now, look here, Governor. Is this reasonable? Is it fairity to take advantage of a man like this? The girl belongs to me. You got her. Where do I come in?[He sits down again].HIGGINS:Your daughter had come to my house and ask me to teach her how to speak properly so that she could get a place in a flower-shop. This gentleman and my housekeeper havebeen here all the time. [Bullying him] How dare you come here and attempt toblackmail me? You sent her here on purpose.DOOLITTLE:[protesting] No, Governor.HIGGINS:You must have. How else could you possibly know that she is here?DOOLITTLE:[“most musical, most melancholy”] I'll tell you, Governor, if you'll only let me get aword in. I'm willing to tell you. I'm wanting to tell you. I'm waiting to tell you IGGINS:Pickering: this chap has a certain natural gift of lecturing.DOOLITTLE:It was like this, Governor. The girl sent a boy back for her luggage when she heardyou was willing for her to stop here. I met the boy and knew where she was. HIGGINS:So you came to rescue her from worse than death, eh?DOOLITTLE:[appreciatively: relieved at being understood] Just so, Governor. That's right. PICKERING:But why did you bring her luggage if you intended to take her away? DOOLITTLE:Have I said a word about taking her away? Have I now? [rising] No, Governor. Don't say that. I'm not the man to stand in my girl's light. Here's a career opening for her, as youmight say; and—HIGGINS:Mrs. Pearce: this is Eliza's father. He has come to take her away. Give her tohim. [He goes back to the piano, with an air of washing his hands of the whole affair]. DOOLITTLE:[To Higgins, who takes refuge on the piano bench, a little overwhelmed by theproximity of his visitor; for Doolittle has a professional flavor of dust about him].No.This is a misunderstanding. Listen here— Regarded in the light of a young woman,she's a fine handsome girl. All I ask is my rights as a father; and you're the last manalive to expect me to let her go for nothing; for I can see you're one of the straight sort, Governor. Well, what's a five pound note to you? And what's Eliza to me? [He returns to his chair and sits down judicially].PICKERING:I think you ought to know, Doolittle, that Mr. Higgins's intentions are entirelyhonorable.DOOLITTLE:Course they are, Governor. If I thought they wasn't, I'd ask fifty.HIGGINS:[revolted] Do you mean to say, you callous rascal, that you would sell your daughterfor £50?DOOLITTLE:Don't say that, Governor. Don't look at it that way. What am I, Governors both? I ask you, what am I? I'm one of the undeserving poor: that's what I am.HIGGINS:Pickering: if we listen to this man another minute, we shall have no convictions left.[To Doolittle] Five pounds I think you said.DOOLITTLE:Thank you kindly, Governor.HIGGINS:You're sure you won't take ten?DOOLITTLE:Not now. Another time, Governor.。
PYGMALION [Extract] (by George Bernard Shaw)Main idea of the gut ：Eliza is a flower girl with a tongue ofvery harsh English to the upper society. Professor Higgins is aphilologian with lordliness. His friend Pickering bet to himthat if Higgins enable Eliza to ambassador's party which willhold six months later as a ladyship without anybody exposureher true status, then , Pickering would pay for all theexperiment fees and the schooling fee of Eliza.Scene1Background: at night 11:15. Raining [Sound of Rain] [Cab]Pedestrians are running for shelter.Actor: Mother Freddy Eliza the gentleman A Sarcastic Bystanderthe Note Taker two other bystandersMother[On her son's right]Freddy, go and find a cab. Do you want me to catch pneumonia?FreddyAll right, I'll get one. [Freddy rushes in out of the rain from the Southampton Street side; He opens his umbrella and dashes off, but comes into collision with Eliza, who is hurrying in for shelter, knocking her basket out of herhands. A blinding flash of lightning, followed instantly by a rattling peal of thunder, orchestrates the incident] [Thunder].ElizaLook where you're going, dear! Look where you're going!FreddyI'm so sorry.[He rushes off].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. [She sits down on the plinth of the column, sorting her flowers, on the lady's right. Talk to the mother]He's your son, is he? If you'd done your duty., you wouldn't let him spoil a poor girl's flowers and run away without paying.Mother (walk towards to the other side)Go about your business, my girl.Eliza[Still sits down on the plinth of the column,]And you wouldn't go off without paying, either. [Here comes a gentleman .He goes to the plinth beside Eliza]Two bunches o' violets trod in the mud.Mother (turn to the gentleman)Sir, is there any sign of it stopping?The gentlemanI'm afraid not. It's worse than before.If it's worse, it's a sign it's nearly over. [Taking advantage of the military gentleman's proximity to establish friendly relations with him].Cheer up, captain! Buy a flower off a poor girl.The GentlemanI'm sorry, I haven't any change.ElizaI can change half a crown. [The Gentleman trying his pockets]Oh, yes. Here's three pence,[He retreats to the other pillar].Take this for tuppence (Speak at the same time)Eliza [disappointed, but thinking three halfpence better than nothing]Thank you, sir.A Sarcastic Bystander [to the girl]You be careful. Better give him a flower for it. There's a bloke here behind that pillar .taking' down every blessed word you're saying'.[All turn to the man who is taking notes].Eliza[Springing up terrified]I have done nothing wrong by speaking to the gentleman. I've a right to sell flowers if I keep off the curb. [Hysterically] I' m a respectable girl, so help me!Bystander A- What's the blooming noise?Bystander B- A tec is taking her down.I'm making an honest living. [Breaking through them to the gentleman, crying wildly] Sir, don't let him charge me. They’ll take away m y character and drive me on the streets, for speaking' to a gentleman...The Note Taker[Coming forward on her right, the rest crowding after him]There, there. Who's hurting you, silly girl? What'd you take me for?Eliza [still hysterical]On my Bible oath, I never spoke a word.The Note Taker [overbearing but good-humored]Oh, shut up! Do I look like a policeman?Eliza [far from reassured]Then what did you take down my words for? Just show me what you have written about me. [The note taker opens his book and holds it steadily under her nose]. What is that? That is not proper writing, I can't read it.The Note TakerI can. [Reads, reproducing her pronunciation exactly] "Cheer ap, Keptin; n' baw ya flahr orf a pore gel."Eliza [much distressed]It's because I called him Captain.! I meant no harm. [To the gentleman] Oh, sir, don’t let him lay a charge on… [Close-up of Eliza.]The GentlemanCharge? I'll make no charge. [To the note taker] Really, sir, if you are a detective, you need not protect me against the young women until I ask you. She meant no harm.The Note TakerAll right! [To the girl] How do you come to be up so far east? You were born in Lisson Grove.Eliza[Appalled] Oh, what harm is there in my leaving Lisson Grove? It was not fit for a pig to live in! [In tears] Oh, boo--ouThe Note Taker(Interrupt her)Live where you like; but stop that noise.The GentlemanCome, come! You have a right to live where you please.Eliza[Subsiding into a brooding melancholy over her basket, and talking very low-spiritedly to herself]I'm a good girl, I am.The Note Taker"Look at her, a prisoner of the gutters". Condemned by every word she utters” By right she should be taken out and hung"Eliza[Quite overwhelmed, and looking up at him in mingled wonder anddeprecation without daring to raise her head]Ah-ah-ah-ow-ow-ow-oo!The Note TakerHeavens! What a sound! You hear this creature with her poor English: the English that will keep her in the gutter to the end of her days. [To the Gentleman]Well, sir, in three months I could pass that girl off as a duchess at an ambassador's garden party. I could even get her a place as lady's maid or shop assistant, which requires better English.ElizaOh you don’t believe it, sir?Pickering(Thinking) Hmm, I'm interested. What about a bet for the ambassador's garden party? [Show the check] I'll pay all the expenses of the experiment if you make that good.ElizaReally ? Oh, you are so kind, Captain!Higgins[Tempted, looking at her] It's almost irresistible. Yes! In six months , f she has a good ear and a quick tongue -- I'll take her anywhere and pass her off as anything. We shall get start--tomorrow! [3’24”]Scene2Monologue: The next day, Mr. Higgins begins to teach Eliza English. HIGGINS :All right, Eliza, say it again.！Eliza: [Reading word by word] "The rine in Spine...stais minely in the pline!" HIGGINS:"The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain."Eliza:Didn't I saiy that?HIGGINS: No, Eliza, you didn't "saiy" that. You didn't even "say" that. [Impatiently] All right! Let’s try a simple one. Say “a cup of tea”. Eliza: A Cuppatea.HIGGINS: No! "A cup of tea." [To Pickering, back against Eliza] It's awfully good cake. I wonder where Mrs. Pearce gets it.Pickering: First rate. And those strawberry tarts are delicious. [To Eliza]Did you try the pline cake?HIGGINS: [Raises his voice] Try it again.Pickering: -Did you try the-HIGGINS:[Speaking loudly to Pickering] Pickering! Again, Eliza.Eliza: Cuppatea .HIGGINS:Oh, no. [Turn his head to Eliza]Can't you hear the difference? [Turn his body to Eliza] Look, put your tongue forward until it squeezes on the top of your lower teeth. And then say "cup." Then say "of." Then say "cup, cup, cup, cup, of, of, of, of."Eliza: [off and on]"cup, cup, cup, cup, of, of, of, of. …."Pickering:[At the same time] By Jove, Higgins, that was a nice tea. You finish the last strawberry tart. I couldn't eat another thing. [Eliza look at them eagerly ]HIGGINS: -I couldn't touch it.Pickering: -Shame to waste it.HIGGINS:Oh, it won't be wasted. I know somebody who's fond of strawberry tarts. [Eliza is eagerly and happy but Higgins take the cake to a bird]Eliza: Oooooh!HIGGINS: [Smiled triumphantly.] Do you want to eat some, Eliza? [Eliza: ooh,] Come here--Ah—[Eliza open her mouth, Higgins take one marble into her mouth, she is confused Higgins take marbles into her mouth as saying [one, two, three, six marbles]] OK, enough. I want you to read this "The rain in Spain......stays mainly in the plain” Clearly!Eliza:"The rain in Spain......stays….. mainly ….in the plain."[She spit it out and wants to give up] I can't! I'm so tired!Higgins:[Touching his forehead]I know you're tired. I know your nerves are as raw as meat in a butcher's window. But just think what you're trying to accomplish. (he sit down besides Eliza in the right) The majesty and grandeur of the English language....It's the greatest possession we have. And that's what you've set yourself out to conquer,Eliza. And conquer it you will. (Higgins...) Now try it again.Eliza (think about the word Higgins said, and determined to spell it well. She speak slowly)"The rain in Spain......stays mainly in the plain."Higgins: (Higgins was quite surprised that Eliza spelled very correctly.) What was that?Eliza: (to Higgins)"The rain in Spain......stays mainly in the plain."Higgins:"By George, she's got it.! By George, she's got itEliza: "The rain in Spain......stays mainly in the plain." [6’30”] [Music] [Their actions are still to be designed]Scene 3Monologue: 6 months later, at ambassador's garden party.A guard: Sir Guy and Lady Scot-Auckland. 盖伊爵士和斯科特奥克兰夫人The Count and Countess Demerea 迪梅鲁伯爵和伯爵夫人u.The Viscount and Viscountess Hillyard. 希尔雅德子爵和子爵夫人Mr. and Mrs. Richard Lanser. 理查兰舍先生和夫人Miss Eliza Doolittle, Colonel Pickering., and Professor Higgins. 伊莱莎杜利特小姐，皮克林上校和希金斯教授[When Eliza came in, all the people are astonished by her beauty and are discussing ]Mr. Richard Lanser:Good evening, Colonel.Pickering :-Good evening.Mrs. Richard Lanser: What an charming young lady you have with you . Well, who is she?Pickering: Oh, a cousin of mine. And this is Professor Higgins.Lady Scot-Auckland: Such a faraway looks, as if she's always lived in a garden.Higgins: So she has. ...a sort of garden. [Pickering and Higgins are talking to other gentlemen][At the moment, the queen and the prince arrive ]A guard: Her Majesty, the Queen of Transylvania.....and His Royal Highness Prince Gregor.[All people stop talking and dancing][Prince discuss something to queen in secret]Queen of Transylvania: Mr. Pickering,[Pickering walk to the queen ]who is the charming girl?Pickering: She’ my cousin , her majesty. [Suggested Eliza to come] Eliza: Good evening, Miss Doolittle, Madam.the Queen of Transylvania: Miss Doolittle, my son would like to dance withyou.[ the Prince of Transylvania asked to meet her and gave his arm to lead her to the floor]Pickering: [to Higgins] You did it ,you did it! A total success!Higgins:[Smiles triumphantly]What shall I say, Pickering? It was an immense achievement! Hahahaha...![Music][People begin their dancing] [8’]Scene4Monologue: After the party , they went back ，wild with joy.Higgins&Pickering:(On arrival) Hahaha... (Both of them sit down joyfully, ignoring Eliza)Pickering: Absolutely fantastic!Higgins: A lot of foolish men!Pickering: Higgins, you were absolutely great! Now you win the bet! (Take out a piece of check) The check now belongs to you!Higgins: (Mrs. Pearce lit a cigarette for him) The silly people don't know their own silly business. (To Mrs Pearce)Mrs. Pearce, you should have heard the 'oohs' and 'aahs'! Everyone wondering who she was.Pickering: And you should get a medal, or be even made a knight!Higgins:[Quite satisfied with himself] Well, thank God, that's over. Now I cango to bed without dreading tomorrow.Mrs. Pearce: Good night, Mr. Higgins. (She goes away)Pickering: Good night, my old man! (He leaves)Higgins:Good night! [About to leave] Eliza, put out the lights.(He goes upstairs)[Eliza turns off the light in blue, sobbing] [8’50”]Higgins[Appears suddenly] Ah, where the hell is my slippers?Eliza[Irritated, casts the slippers at him] Here are your slippers! Take your slippers and may you never have good luck with them.HigginsWhat's the matter? Is anything wrong?ElizaNo, nothing's wrong with you. I won your bet for you, haven't I? That's enough for you! I don't matter, I suppose?HigginsYou won my bet? Oh Heavens, I won it!Eliza[Fires her questions painfully] I could kill you, you selfish brute! Why didn't you leave me where I was? You thank God it's all over. Now you can throw me back again! Do you? [She threw herself at Higgins]HigginsClaws in, you cat!How dare you show your temper to me? Sit down and be quiet!Eliza(Falls to the sofa and sobs) What's to become of me?HigginsHow do I know what's to become of you?ElizaYou don't care. I know you don't care! You wouldn't care if I was dead. I'm nothing to you. Not as much as your slippers.HigginsMy slippers ? Why have you suddenly begun going on like this? Do you mean that I have treated you badly?ElizaNo.HigginsWell, I'm glad to hear that. Perhaps you're tired after the strain of the day. [He walks to the table and fetches a tray of chocolate] Would you have a chocolate? ElizaNo! [But with politeness] Thank you.HigginsNow listen to me, Eliza. Nothing's wrong. Nobody's hurting you. Go to bed andsleep it off. Have a little cry and say your prayers. You'll feel much more comfortable.ElizaOh, where am I to go? What am I to do? And what's to become of me? HigginsI wouldn't worry about that if I were you, Eliza. I'm sure you won't have any difficulty in settling yourself somewhere . [] You might marry, you know. Most men are the marrying sort, poor devils. You're not bad-looking. I daresay, my mother might find some fellow who would do very well.ElizaI sold flowers, I don’t sell myself!HigginsWhat about the old idea of a flower shop? I'm sure Pickering would help you. He's got lots of money. [Yawning, eager to leave]Well, I must be off to bed. I'm really sleepy.ElizaBefore you go, sir. [Take off her jewelry] Will you take these to your room and keep them safe? I don't want to be accused of stealing.HigginsStealing?ElizaI'm sorry. I'm a common, ignorant girl .and in my station I have to be careful.The ring , you bought for me in Bright, I don't want it now. There can't be any feelings between the likes of you and the likes of me. It’ s time to bid you adieu. [Down falls the curtain][The end]。
Pygmalion 之老阳三干创作Act 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 of St. Paul's Church, where there are already several people. 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 heis 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 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].THE FLOWER GIRL:[picking up her scattered flowers and replacing themin the basket] There's menners f' yer! Te-oo banches o voylets trod into the mad. [She sits down onthe of the column, sorting her flowers, on theright of an old lady. She is not at all anattractive person. She is perhaps eighteen, perhapstwenty, hardly older. She wears a little sailor hat of black straw that has long been exposed to thedust and soot of London and has seldom if ever beenbrushed. Her hair needs washing rather badly: itsmousy 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 compared 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].[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 the daughter's retirement.]THE GENTLEMAN:Phew!The OLD LADY:[to the gentleman]Oh, sir, is there any sign ofits stopping?THE GENTLEMAN:I'm afraid not. It started worse than ever about two minutes ago. [He goes to the plinth beside theflower girl; puts up his foot on it; and stoops toturn down his trouser ends].THE OLD LADY:Oh, dear! [She retires sadly].THE FLOWER GIRL:[taking advantage of the military gentleman'sproximity to establish friendly relations withhim].If it's worse it's a sign it's nearly over.So cheer up, Captain; and buy a flower off a poorgirl.THE GENTLEMAN:I'm sorry, I haven't any change.THE FLOWER GIRL:I can give you change, Captain,THE GENTLEMAN:For a sovereign? I've nothing less.THE FLOWER GIRL:Garn! Oh do buy a flower off me, Captain. I canchange half-a-crown. Take this for tuppence.THE GENTLEMAN:Now don't be troublesome: there's a goodgirl. [Trying his pockets]I really haven't anychange—Stop: here's three hapence, if that's anyuse to you [he retreats to the other pillar].THE FLOWER GIRL:[disappointed, but thinking three halfpence betterthan 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 a flower for it. There's a man here behind taking down every word you're saying. [All turn to the man who is takingnotes].THE FLOWER GIRL:[springing up terrified]I ain't done nothing 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 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 Don't start hollerin. Who's hurting you?Nobody's going to touch you. What's the good of fussing? Steady on. Easy, easy, 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: What's the row?What she do? Where is he? A tec taking her down.What! him? Yes: him over there: Took money off the gentleman, etc. The flower girl, distraught andmobbed, breaks through them to the gentleman, cryingmildly]Oh, sir, don't let him charge me. You dunnowhat it means to me. They'll take away my characterand drive me on the streets for speaking togentlemen. They—THE NOTE TAKER:[coming forward on her right, the rest crowdingafter him]There, there, there, there! Who'shurting you, you silly girl? What do you take me for? THE FLOWER GIRL:[still hysterical]I take my Bible oath I neversaid a word—THE NOTE TAKER:[overbearing but good-humored]Oh, shut up, shut up.Do I look like a policeman?THE FLOWER GIRL:[far from reassured]Then what did you take down mywords for? How do I know whether you took me downright? You just show me what you've wrote aboutme. [The note taker opens his book and holds itsteadily under her nose, though the pressure of themob trying to read it over his shoulders would upseta weaker man].What's that? That ain't properwriting. I can't read that.THE NOTE TAKER:I can. [Reads, reproducing her pronunciationexactly]“Cheer ap, Keptin; n' haw ya flahr orf apore gel.”THE FLOWER GIRL:[much distressed]It's because I called him Captain.I meant no harm.[To the gentleman]Oh, sir, don'tlet him lay a charge agen me for a word like that.You—THE GENTLEMAN:Charge! I make no charge. [To the notetaker]Really, sir, if you are a detective, youneed not begin protecting me until I ask you.Anybody could see that the girl meant no harm.THE BYSTANDERS GENERALLY:[demonstrating against police espionage]Coursethey could. What business is it of yours? You mindyour own affairs. Girl never said a word to him.What harm if she did? Nice thing a girl can'tshelter from the rain without being insulted, etc.,etc., etc. [She is conducted by the moresympathetic demonstrators back to her plinth, whereshe resumes her seat and struggles with her emotion]. THE BYSTANDER B:He ain't a tec. He's a blooming busybody: that'swhat he is. I tell you, look at his boots.THE NOTE TAKER:[turning on him ]And how are all your people down at Selsey?THE BYSTANDER B:[suspiciously]Who told you my people come fromSelsey?THE NOTE TAKER:Never you mind. They did. [To the girl]How do you come to be up so far east? You were born in LissonGrove.THE FLOWER GIRL:[appalled]Oh, what harm is there in my leavingLisson Grove? It wasn't fit for a pig to live in;and I had to pay four-and-six a week. [Intears]Oh, boo—hoo—oo—THE NOTE TAKER:Live where you like; but stop that noise.THE GENTLEMAN:[to the girl]Come, come! he can't touch you: youhave a right to live where you please.THE FLOWER GIRL:[subsiding into a brooding melancholy over herbasket, and talking very low-spiritedly toherself]I'm a good girl, I am.THE BYSTANDER B:[not attending to her]Do you know where thisgentleman comes from?THE NOTE TAKER:Cheltenham, Harrow, Cambridge, and India.[Titterings. Popular interest in the note taker's performance increases.]THE GENTLEMAN:Quite right. [Great laughter. Reaction in the notetaker's favor. Exclamations of He knows all aboutit. Told him proper. Hear him tell the where hecome from? etc.].May I ask, sir, do you do thisfor your living at a music hall?THE NOTE TAKER:I've thought of that. Perhaps I shall some day. [The rain has stopped; and the persons on the outside of the crowd begin to drop off.]THE FLOWER GIRL:[resenting the reaction]He's no gentleman, he ain't, to interfere with a poor girl.[still preoccupied with her wounded feelings]He's no right to take away my character. My character is the same to me as any lady's. THE NOTE TAKER:I don't know whether you've noticed it; but the rainstopped about two minutes ago.THE BYSTANDER B:So it has. Why didn't you say so before? and uslosing our time listening to your silliness. [Hewalks off. With some grumbles, other bystanders also walk off the stage separately].THE FLOWER GIRL:Poor girl! Hard enough for her to live without being worrited and chivied.THE GENTLEMAN:[returning to his former place on the note taker'sleft]How do you do it, if I may ask?THE NOTE TAKER:Simply phonetics. The science of speech. That's myprofession; also my hobby. Happy is the man who canmake a living by his hobby! I can place any manwithin six miles. I can place him within two milesin London. Sometimes within two streets.THE FLOWER GIRL:Ought to be ashamed of himself, unmanly coward!THE GENTLEMAN:But is there a living in that?THE NOTE TAKER:Oh yes. Quite a fat one. This is an age of upstarts.Men begin in Kentish Town with 80 pounds a year, andend in Park Lane with a hundred thousand. They wantto drop Kentish Town; but they give themselves awayevery time they open their mouths. Now I can teachthem—THE FLOWER GIRL:Let him mind his own business and leave a poorgirl—THE NOTE TAKER:[explosively]Woman: cease this horrible boohooinginstantly; or else seek the shelter of some otherplace.THE FLOWER GIRL:[with feeble defiance]I've a right to be here if Ilike, same as you.THE NOTE TAKER:A woman who utters such depressing and disgustingsounds has no right to be anywhere—no right to live.Remember that you are a human being with a soul andthe divine gift of articulate speech: that yournative language is the language of Shakespear andMilton and The Bible; and don't sit there like apigeon.THE FLOWER GIRL:[quite overwhelmed, and looking up at him in mingled wonder and deprecation without daring to raise herhead]Ah—ah— ah—ow—ow—oo!THE NOTE TAKER:[whipping out his book]Heavens! what a sound! [He writes; then holds out the book and reads,reproducing her vowels exactly]Ah—ah—ah—ow—ow—ow—oo!THE FLOWER GIRL:[tickled by the performance, and laughing in spiteof herself]Garn!THE NOTE TAKER:You see this creature with her gutter English: theEnglish that will keep her in the gutter to the endof her days. Well, sir, in three months I could pass that girl off as a duchess at an ambassador's garden party. I could even get her a place as lady's maidor shop assistant, which requires better English.[The flower girl listens attentively and was shocked by his remarks. She repeats with noticeablecuriosity, “duchess”? “lady’s maid”? “shopassistant”? ]THE GENTLEMAN:I am myself a student of Indian dialects; and—THE NOTE TAKER:[eagerly]Are you? Do you know Colonel Pickering,the author of Spoken Indian Dialects?THE GENTLEMAN:I am Colonel Pickering. Who are you?THE NOTE TAKER:Henry Higgins, author of Higgins's UniversalAlphabet.PICKERING:[with enthusiasm]I came from India to meet you. HIGGINS:I was going to India to meet you.PICKERING:Where do you live?HIGGINS:27A Wimpole Street. Come and see me tomorrow. PICKERING:I'm at the Carlton Hotel. Come with me now andlet's have a talk over some supper.HIGGINS:Right you are.THE FLOWER GIRL:[to Pickering, as he passes her]Buy a flower, kind gentleman.PICKERING:I really haven't any change. I'm sorry [he goesaway].HIGGINS:[shocked at girl's ]Liar. You said you couldchange half-a-crown.THE FLOWER GIRL:[rising in desperation]You ought to be stuffedwith nails, you ought.[Flinging the basket at hisfeet]Take the whole blooming basket for sixpence. [The church clock strikes the second quarter.]HIGGINS:[hearing in it the voice of God, him forhis to the poor girl] A reminder. [He raiseshis hat solemnly; then throws a handful of moneyinto the basket and follows Pickering].THE FLOWER GIRL:[picking up a half-crown]Ah—ow—ooh! [Picking upa couple of florins]Aaah—ow—ooh! [Picking upseveral coins]Aaaaaah—ow—ooh![Picking upa ]Aaaaaaaaaaaah—ow—ooh!!![With ecstasy, theFlower Girl runs off the stage. End of Act 1 ]Act 2[Next day at 11 a.m. Higgins's laboratory in Wimpole Street. The middle of the room is clear. Besides the easy chair, the piano bench, and two chairs at the phonograph table, there is one stray chair. It stands near the fiWordStr. Pickering is seated at the table, putting down some cards and a tuning-fork which he has been using. Higgins is standing up near him, closing two or three file drawers that are hanging out. He appears in the morning light as a robust, vital, appetizing sort of man of forty or thereabouts, dressed in a professional-looking black frock-coat with a white linen collar and black silk tie. He is of the energetic, scientific type, heartily, even violently interested in everything that can be studied as a scientific subject, and careless about himself and other people, including their feelings. He is, in fact, but for his years and size, rather like a very impetuous baby “taking notice” eagerly and loudly, and requiring almost as much watching to keep him out of unintended mischief. His manner varies from genial bullying when he is in a good humor to stormy petulance when anything goes wrong; but he is so entirely frank and void of malice that he remains likeable even in his least reasonable moments.] HIGGINS:[as he shuts the last drawer]Well, I think that'sthe whole show.PICKERING:It's really amazing. I haven't taken half of it in,you know.HIGGINS:Would you like to go over any of it again? PICKERING:[rising and coming to the fiWordStr, where he plants himself with his back to the fire]No, thank you;not now. I'm quite done up for this morning.HIGGINS:[Mrs. Pearce looks in: she is Higgins'shousekeeper]What's the matter?MRS. PEARCE:[hesitating, evidently perplexed] A young womanwants to see you, sir.HIGGINS:A young woman! What does she want?MRS. PEARCE:Well, sir, she says you'll be glad to see her whenyou know what she's come about. She's quite a common girl, sir. Very common indeed. I should have senther away, only I thought perhaps you wanted her totalk into your machines. I hope I've not done wrong;but really you see such queer people sometimes—you'll excuse me, I'm sure, sir—HIGGINS:Oh, that's all right, Mrs. Pearce. Has she aninteresting accent?MRS. PEARCE:Oh, something dreadful, sir, really. I don't knowhow you can take an interest in it.HIGGINS:[to Pickering]Let's have her up. Show her up, Mrs.Pearce [he rushes across to his working table andpicks out a cylinder to use on the].MRS. PEARCE:[only half resigned to it]Very well, sir. It's for you to say. [She goes downstairs].HIGGINS:This is rather a bit of luck. I'll show you how Imake records. We'll set her talking; and I'll takeit down --MRS. PEARCE:[returning]This is the young woman, sir.[The flower girl enters in state. She has a hat with three ostrich feathers, orange, sky-blue, and red. Shehas a nearly clean apron, and the shoddy coat has been tidied a little. The of this figure, with its innocent vanity and consequential air, touches Pickering, who has already straightened himself in the presence of Mrs. Pearce. But as to Higgins, the only distinction he makes between men and women is that when he is neither bullying nor exclaiming to the heavens against some featherweight cross, he coaxes women as a child coaxes its nurse when it wants to get anything out of her.] HIGGINS:[brusquely, recognizing her with unconcealeddisappointment, and at once, babylike, making anintolerable grievance of it]Why, this is the girlI jotted down last night. She's no use: I've got allthe records I want of the Lisson Grove lingo; andI'm not going to waste another cylinder on it.[Tothe girl]Be off with you: I don't want you.THE FLOWER GIRL:Don't you be so saucy. You ain't heard what I comefor yet. [To Mrs. Pearce, who is waiting at thedoor for further instruction]Did you tell him Icome in a taxi?MRS. PEARCE:Nonsense, girl! what do you think a gentleman likeMr. Higgins cares what you came in?THE FLOWER GIRL:Oh, we are proud! He ain't above giving lessons, not him: I heard him say so. Well, I ain't come here toask for any compliment; and if my money's not goodenough I can go elsewhere.HIGGINS:Good enough for what?THE FLOWER GIRL:Good enough for ye—oo. Now you know, don't you? I'm come to have lessons, I am. And to pay for em too:make no mistake.HIGGINS:[stupent]WELL!!! [Recovering his breath with agasp]What do you expect me to say to you?THE FLOWER GIRL:Well, if you was a gentleman, you might ask me tosit down, I think. Don't I tell you I'm bringing you business?HIGGINS:Pickering: shall we ask this baggage to sit down orshall we throw her out of the window?THE FLOWER GIRL:[running away in terror to the piano, where sheturns at bay]Ah—ah—ah—ow—ow—ow—oo! [Wounded and whimpering]I won't be called a baggage whenI've offered to pay like any lady.[Motionless, the two men stare at her from the other side of the room, amazed.]PICKERING:[gently]What is it you want, my girl?THE FLOWER GIRL:I want to be a lady in a flower shop stead ofselling at the corner of Tottenham Court Road. Butthey won't take me unless I can talk more genteel.He said he could teach me. Well, here I am ready topay him—not asking any favor—and he treats me asif I was dirt.MRS. PEARCE:How can you be such a foolish ignorant girl as tothink you could afford to pay Mr. Higgins?THE FLOWER GIRL:Why shouldn't I? I know what lessons cost as well as you do; and I'm ready to pay.HIGGINS:What's your name?THE FLOWER GIRL:Liza Doolittle.HIGGINS:[declaiming gravely]Eliza, Elizabeth, Betsy andBess,They went to the woods to get a birds nes': PICKERING:They found a nest with four eggs in it:HIGGINS:They took one apiece, and left three in it.[They laugh heartily at their own wit.]LIZA:Oh, don't be silly.MRS. PEARCE:You mustn't speak to the gentleman like that.LIZA:Well, why won't he speak sensible to me?HIGGINS:Come back to business. How much do you propose topay me for the lessons?LIZA:Oh, I know what's right. A lady friend of mine getsFrench lessons for eighteenpence an hour from a real French gentleman. Well, you wouldn't have the faceto ask me the same for teaching me my own languageas you would for French; so I won't give more than a shilling. Take it or leave it.HIGGINS:[walking up and down the room, rattling his keys and his cash in his pockets]You know, Pickering, ifyou consider a shilling, not as a simple shilling,but as a percentage of this girl's income, it worksout as fully equivalent to sixty or seventy froma millionaire.PICKERING:How so?HIGGINS:Figure it out. A millionaire has about 150 pounds aday. She earns about.LIZA:[haughtily]Who told you I only—HIGGINS:[continuing]She offers me two-fifths of her day'sincome for a lesson. Two-fifths of a millionaire'sincome for a day would be somewhere about 60 pounds.It's handsome. By George, it's enormous! it's thebiggest offer I ever had.LIZA:[rising, terrified]Sixty pounds! What are youtalking about? I never offered you sixty pounds.Where would I get—HIGGINS:Hold your tongue.LIZA:[weeping]But I ain't got sixty pounds. Oh—MRS. PEARCE:Don't cry, you silly girl. Sit down. Nobody is goingto touch your money.HIGGINS:Somebody is going to touch you, with a broomstick,if you don't stop snivelling. Sit down.PICKERING:Higgins: I'm interested. What about the ambassador'sgarden party? I'll say you're the greatest teacheralive if you make that good. I'll bet you all theexpenses of the experiment you can't do it. And I'llpay for the lessons.HIGGINS:[carried away]Yes: in six months—in three if shehas a good ear and a quick tongue—I'll take heranywhere and pass her off as anything. We'll starttoday: now! this moment! Take her away and clean her, Mrs. Pearce. Monkey Brand, if it won't come off anyother way. Is there a good fire in the kitchen?MRS. PEARCE:[protesting].Yes; but—HIGGINS:[storming on]Take all her clothes off and burnthem. Ring up Whiteley or somebody for new ones.Wrap her up in brown paper till they come.LIZA:You're no gentleman, you're not, to talk of suchthings. I'm a good girl, I am; and I know what thelike of you are, I do.MRS. PEARCE:But I've no place to put her.HIGGINS:Put her in the dustbin.LIZA:Ah—ah—ah—ow—ow—oo!MRS. PEARCE [dragging Eliza off with Eliza struggling a while]: Good girl! Don’t be frightened. We won’t hurt you for sure. [Mrs. Pearce and Eliza exit!]PICKERING:Oh come, Higgins! be reasonable. Although I am interested in this experiment, all I propose is that we should be kind to this poor girl. We need to help her to prepare and fit herself for her new station in life. We can't take a girl up like that as if we were picking up a pebble on the beach. [He continues with hesitation less he should hurt Higgins’s feelings.] Excuse the straight question, Higgins. Are you a man of good character where women are concerned?HIGGINS:[moodily]Have you ever met a man of good characterwhere women are concerned?PICKERING:Yes: very frequently.HIGGINS:[dogmatically, lifting himself on his hands to thelevel of the piano, and sitting on it with abounce]Well, I haven't. I find that the moment Ilet a woman make friends with me, she becomesjealous, exacting, suspicious, and a damned nuisance.I find that the moment I let myself make friendswith a woman, I become selfish and tyrannical. Women upset everything.[Mrs. Pearce returns.]MRS. PEARCE:If you please, sir, the trouble's beginning already.There's a dustman downstairs, Alfred Doolittle,wants to see you. He says you have his daughter here. PICKERING:[rising]Phew! I say! [He retreats to thehearthrug].HIGGINS:[promptly]Send the rascal up.MRS. PEARCE [embarrassed]:Oh, very well, sir. [She goes out].PICKERING:He may not be a rascal, Higgins.HIGGINS:Nonsense. Of course he's a rascal.PICKERING:Whether he is or not, I'm afraid we shall have sometrouble with him.MRS. PEARCE:[at the door]Doolittle, sir. [She admitsDoolittle and retires].[Alfred Doolittle is an elderly but vigorous dustman, clad in the costume of his profession, including a hat with a back brim covering his neck and shoulders. He has well marked and rather interesting features, and seems equally free from fear and conscience. He has a remarkably expressive voice, the result of a habit of giving vent to his feelings without reserve. His present pose is that of wounded honor and stern resolution.] DOOLITTLE:[at the door, uncertain which of the two gentlemenis his man]Professor Higgins?HIGGINS:Here. Good morning. Sit down.DOOLITTLE:Morning, Governor. [He sits down ]I come about avery serious matter, Governor.HIGGINS:[to Pickering]Brought up in Hounslow. Mother Welsh,I should think.[Doolittle opens his mouth, amazed.Higgins continues]What do you want, Doolittle? DOOLITTLE:[menacingly]I want my daughter: that's what I want.See?HIGGINS:Of course you do. You're her father, aren't you? Youdon't suppose anyone else wants her, do you? I'mglad to see you have some spark of family feelingleft. She's upstairs. Take her away at once. DOOLITTLE:[rising, fearfully taken aback]What!HIGGINS:Take her away. Do you suppose I'm going to keep yourdaughter for you?DOOLITTLE:[remonstrating]Now, now, look here, Governor. Isthis reasonable? Is it fairity to take advantage ofa man like this? The girl belongs to me. You got her.Where do I come in? [He sits down again].HIGGINS:Your daughter had come to my house and ask me toteach her how to speak properly so that she couldget a place in a flower-shop. This gentleman and myhousekeeper have been here all the time. [Bullyinghim]How dare you come here and attempt toblackmail me? You sent her here on purpose. DOOLITTLE:[protesting]No, Governor.HIGGINS:You must have. How else could you possibly know that she is here?DOOLITTLE:[“most musical, most melancholy”]I'll tell you,Governor, if you'll only let me get a word in. I'mwilling to tell you. I'm wanting to tell you. I'mwaiting to tell youIGGINS:Pickering: this chap has a certain natural gift oflecturing.DOOLITTLE:It was like this, Governor. The girl sent a boy back for her luggage when she heard you was willing forher to stop here. I met the boy and knew where shewas.HIGGINS:So you came to rescue her from worse than death, eh? DOOLITTLE:[appreciatively: relieved at being understood]Just so, Governor. That's right.PICKERING:But why did you bring her luggage if you intended to take her away?DOOLITTLE:Have I said a word about taking her away? Have Inow?[rising]No, Governor. Don't say that. I'mnot the man to stand in my girl's light. Here's acareer opening for her, as you might say; and—HIGGINS:Mrs. Pearce: this is Eliza's father. He has come totake her away. Give her to him. [He goes back tothe piano, with an air of washing his hands of thewhole affair].DOOLITTLE:[To Higgins, who takes refuge on the piano bench, a little overwhelmed by the proximity of his visitor;for Doolittle has a professional flavor of dustabout him].No. This is a misunderstanding. Listen here— Regarded in the light of a young woman, she'sa fine handsome girl. All I ask is my rights as afather; and you're the last man alive to expect me to let her go for nothing; for I can see you're one of the straight sort, Governor. Well, what's a five pound note to you? And what's Eliza to me? [He returns to his chair and sits down judicially]. PICKERING:I think you ought to know, Doolittle, that Mr.Higgins's intentions are entirely honorable. DOOLITTLE:Course they are, Governor. If I thought they wasn't, I'd ask fifty.HIGGINS:[revolted]Do you mean to say, you rascal, thatyou would sell your daughter for £50?DOOLITTLE:Don't say that, Governor. Don't look at it that way. What am I, Governors both? I ask you, what am I? I'm one ofthe undeserving poor: that's what I am.HIGGINS:Pickering: if we listen to this man another minute,we shall have no convictions left. [ToDoolittle]Five pounds I think you said. DOOLITTLE:Thank you kindly, Governor.HIGGINS:You're sure you won't take ten?DOOLITTLE:Not now. Another time, Governor.HIGGINS:[handing him a five-pound note]Here you are. DOOLITTLE:Thank you, Governor. Good morning. [He hurries tothe door, anxious to get away with his booty. Whenhe opens it he is confronted with a and clean。
童话故事《卖花女》童话故事《卖花女》从前，在一个小山村里住着相依为命的父女俩，他们生活得很贫穷。
父亲平日里靠打点零工挣钱，以维持生活;女儿聪明懂事，也很体谅父亲的辛苦。
一天，父亲出去干活后，小女孩自己偷偷地跑上山去。
因为今天是父亲过生日，小女孩要送父亲一份礼物。
跑到山顶上，看到了山顶上到处开满了山花，小女孩高兴极了，心想：如果我把这些花采回家，然后再拿到集市上去卖，那不就有钱给父亲买礼物了吗?于是，她便把一朵朵山花摘了下来，不一会儿，就摘了很多的花。
小女孩心里很开心。
天快要黑了，小女孩把摘的花用双手捧着，高兴地回家了。
父亲干活早已回来了，这时，小女孩匆匆地赶了回来，双手抱着一大堆山花。
父亲看到小女孩抱来一大堆山花，很是奇怪地问：“你采那么多花干什么呀?”小女孩对父亲说：“我采花去卖。
”“卖花?”父亲问小女孩：“你这是上哪儿去卖?”小女孩忙回答道：“集市上。
”“太远了，来回十多里地呢!”“没关系的，我会慢慢走的`。
”父亲虽然不放心让小女孩独自一人去卖花，但最终还是同意了。
第二天，天刚刚亮，小女孩抱着花很开心的去集市了。
刚来到集市，到处都是人。
卖什么的都没有，可是自己什么都没有，只有卖了这些花，才能买东西啊!小女孩这样想着。
因为是第一次独自一人来这个很大的集市上，也不知道自己该在哪里卖这些花。
小女孩边走边四处寻找着卖花的地方。
小女孩走了一会，看见了前面全都是各种各样的鲜花，很是高兴，“我就坐在这里卖花吧!”小女孩第一次来卖花，也不知道这些花能值多少钱，她心里没有一点数。
这时，有一个看上去很富贵的老太婆问小女孩：“你的花可真香呀!我全都包了，多少钱呀?”小女孩听了这个老太婆要全买下这些花，心里很是高兴。
“老婆婆，如果你喜欢的话，你看着给几个钱就可以了。
”老太婆听了小女孩的话后，对小女孩说：“好，好，好!你可真是个懂事的好孩子，那我就给你一个银元吧!”小女孩接过银元后，高兴的不得了。
谢过老婆婆之后，小女孩拿着钱为父亲买了一瓶酒、一双新鞋，给她自己买了一根头绳，然后高高兴兴地回家去了。
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PYGMALION [Extract] (by George Bernard Shaw)Main idea of the gut ：Eliza is a flower girl with a tongue ofvery harsh English to the upper society. Professor Higgins is aphilologian with lordliness. His friend Pickering bet to himthat if Higgins enable Eliza to ambassador's party which willhold six months later as a ladyship without anybody exposureher true status, then , Pickering would pay for all theexperiment fees and the schooling fee of Eliza.Scene1Background: at night 11:15. Raining [Sound of Rain] [Cab]Pedestrians are running for shelter.Actor: Mother Freddy Eliza the gentleman A Sarcastic Bystanderthe Note Taker two other bystandersMother[On her son's right]Freddy, go and find a cab. Do you want me to catch pneumonia?FreddyAll right, I'll get one. [Freddy rushes in out of the rain from the Southampton Street side; He opens his umbrella and dashes off, but comes into collision with Eliza, who is hurrying in for shelter, knocking her basket out of herhands. A blinding flash of lightning, followed instantly by a rattling peal of thunder, orchestrates the incident] [Thunder].ElizaLook where you're going, dear! Look where you're going!FreddyI'm so sorry.[He rushes off].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. [She sits down on the plinth of the column, sorting her flowers, on the lady's right. Talk to the mother]He's your son, is he? If you'd done your duty., you wouldn't let him spoil a poor girl's flowers and run away without paying.Mother (walk towards to the other side)Go about your business, my girl.Eliza[Still sits down on the plinth of the column,]And you wouldn't go off without paying, either. [Here comes a gentleman .He goes to the plinth beside Eliza]Two bunches o' violets trod in the mud.Mother (turn to the gentleman)Sir, is there any sign of it stopping?The gentlemanI'm afraid not. It's worse than before.If it's worse, it's a sign it's nearly over. [Taking advantage of the military gentleman's proximity to establish friendly relations with him].Cheer up, captain! Buy a flower off a poor girl.The GentlemanI'm sorry, I haven't any change.ElizaI can change half a crown. [The Gentleman trying his pockets]Oh, yes. Here's three pence,[He retreats to the other pillar].Take this for tuppence (Speak at the same time)Eliza [disappointed, but thinking three halfpence better than nothing]Thank you, sir.A Sarcastic Bystander [to the girl]You be careful. Better give him a flower for it. There's a bloke here behind that pillar .taking' down every blessed word you're saying'.[All turn to the man who is taking notes].Eliza[Springing up terrified]I have done nothing wrong by speaking to the gentleman. I've a right to sell flowers if I keep off the curb. [Hysterically] I' m a respectable girl, so help me!Bystander A- What's the blooming noise?Bystander B- A tec is taking her down.I'm making an honest living. [Breaking through them to the gentleman, crying wildly] Sir, don't let him charge me. They’ll take away m y character and drive me on the streets, for speaking' to a gentleman...The Note Taker[Coming forward on her right, the rest crowding after him]There, there. Who's hurting you, silly girl? What'd you take me for?Eliza [still hysterical]On my Bible oath, I never spoke a word.The Note Taker [overbearing but good-humored]Oh, shut up! Do I look like a policeman?Eliza [far from reassured]Then what did you take down my words for? Just show me what you have written about me. [The note taker opens his book and holds it steadily under her nose]. What is that? That is not proper writing, I can't read it.The Note TakerI can. [Reads, reproducing her pronunciation exactly] "Cheer ap, Keptin; n' baw ya flahr orf a pore gel."Eliza [much distressed]It's because I called him Captain.! I meant no harm. [To the gentleman] Oh, sir, don’t let him lay a charge on… [Close-up of Eliza.]The GentlemanCharge? I'll make no charge. [To the note taker] Really, sir, if you are a detective, you need not protect me against the young women until I ask you. She meant no harm.The Note TakerAll right! [To the girl] How do you come to be up so far east? You were born in Lisson Grove.Eliza[Appalled] Oh, what harm is there in my leaving Lisson Grove? It was not fit for a pig to live in! [In tears] Oh, boo--ouThe Note Taker(Interrupt her)Live where you like; but stop that noise.The GentlemanCome, come! You have a right to live where you please.Eliza[Subsiding into a brooding melancholy over her basket, and talking very low-spiritedly to herself]I'm a good girl, I am.The Note Taker"Look at her, a prisoner of the gutters". Condemned by every word she utters” By right she should be taken out and hung"Eliza[Quite overwhelmed, and looking up at him in mingled wonder anddeprecation without daring to raise her head]Ah-ah-ah-ow-ow-ow-oo!The Note TakerHeavens! What a sound! You hear this creature with her poor English: the English that will keep her in the gutter to the end of her days. [To the Gentleman]Well, sir, in three months I could pass that girl off as a duchess at an ambassador's garden party. I could even get her a place as lady's maid or shop assistant, which requires better English.ElizaOh you don’t believe it, sir?Pickering(Thinking) Hmm, I'm interested. What about a bet for the ambassador's garden party? [Show the check] I'll pay all the expenses of the experiment if you make that good.ElizaReally ? Oh, you are so kind, Captain!Higgins[Tempted, looking at her] It's almost irresistible. Yes! In six months , f she has a good ear and a quick tongue -- I'll take her anywhere and pass her off as anything. We shall get start--tomorrow! [3’24”]Scene2Monologue: The next day, Mr. Higgins begins to teach Eliza English. HIGGINS :All right, Eliza, say it again.！Eliza: [Reading word by word] "The rine in Spine...stais minely in the pline!" HIGGINS:"The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain."Eliza:Didn't I saiy that?HIGGINS: No, Eliza, you didn't "saiy" that. You didn't even "say" that. [Impatiently] All right! Let’s try a simple one. Say “a cup of tea”. Eliza: A Cuppatea.HIGGINS: No! "A cup of tea." [To Pickering, back against Eliza] It's awfully good cake. I wonder where Mrs. Pearce gets it.Pickering: First rate. And those strawberry tarts are delicious. [To Eliza]Did you try the pline cake?HIGGINS: [Raises his voice] Try it again.Pickering: -Did you try the-HIGGINS:[Speaking loudly to Pickering] Pickering! Again, Eliza.Eliza: Cuppatea .HIGGINS:Oh, no. [Turn his head to Eliza]Can't you hear the difference? [Turn his body to Eliza] Look, put your tongue forward until it squeezes on the top of your lower teeth. And then say "cup." Then say "of." Then say "cup, cup, cup, cup, of, of, of, of."Eliza: [off and on]"cup, cup, cup, cup, of, of, of, of. …."Pickering:[At the same time] By Jove, Higgins, that was a nice tea. You finish the last strawberry tart. I couldn't eat another thing. [Eliza look at them eagerly ]HIGGINS: -I couldn't touch it.Pickering: -Shame to waste it.HIGGINS:Oh, it won't be wasted. I know somebody who's fond of strawberry tarts. [Eliza is eagerly and happy but Higgins take the cake to a bird]Eliza: Oooooh!HIGGINS: [Smiled triumphantly.] Do you want to eat some, Eliza? [Eliza: ooh,] Come here--Ah—[Eliza open her mouth, Higgins take one marble into her mouth, she is confused Higgins take marbles into her mouth as saying [one, two, three, six marbles]] OK, enough. I want you to read this "The rain in Spain......stays mainly in the plain” Clearly!Eliza:"The rain in Spain......stays….. mainly ….in the plain."[She spit it out and wants to give up] I can't! I'm so tired!Higgins:[Touching his forehead]I know you're tired. I know your nerves are as raw as meat in a butcher's window. But just think what you're trying to accomplish. (he sit down besides Eliza in the right) The majesty and grandeur of the English language....It's the greatest possession we have. And that's what you've set yourself out to conquer,Eliza. And conquer it you will. (Higgins...) Now try it again.Eliza (think about the word Higgins said, and determined to spell it well. She speak slowly)"The rain in Spain......stays mainly in the plain."Higgins: (Higgins was quite surprised that Eliza spelled very correctly.) What was that?Eliza: (to Higgins)"The rain in Spain......stays mainly in the plain."Higgins:"By George, she's got it.! By George, she's got itEliza: "The rain in Spain......stays mainly in the plain." [6’30”] [Music] [Their actions are still to be designed]Scene 3Monologue: 6 months later, at ambassador's garden party.A guard: Sir Guy and Lady Scot-Auckland. 盖伊爵士和斯科特奥克兰夫人The Count and Countess Demerea 迪梅鲁伯爵和伯爵夫人u.The Viscount and Viscountess Hillyard. 希尔雅德子爵和子爵夫人Mr. and Mrs. Richard Lanser. 理查兰舍先生和夫人Miss Eliza Doolittle, Colonel Pickering., and Professor Higgins. 伊莱莎杜利特小姐，皮克林上校和希金斯教授[When Eliza came in, all the people are astonished by her beauty and are discussing ]Mr. Richard Lanser:Good evening, Colonel.Pickering :-Good evening.Mrs. Richard Lanser: What an charming young lady you have with you . Well, who is she?Pickering: Oh, a cousin of mine. And this is Professor Higgins.Lady Scot-Auckland: Such a faraway looks, as if she's always lived in a garden.Higgins: So she has. ...a sort of garden. [Pickering and Higgins are talking to other gentlemen][At the moment, the queen and the prince arrive ]A guard: Her Majesty, the Queen of Transylvania.....and His Royal Highness Prince Gregor.[All people stop talking and dancing][Prince discuss something to queen in secret]Queen of Transylvania: Mr. Pickering,[Pickering walk to the queen ]who is the charming girl?Pickering: She’ my cousin , her majesty. [Suggested Eliza to come] Eliza: Good evening, Miss Doolittle, Madam.the Queen of Transylvania: Miss Doolittle, my son would like to dance withyou.[ the Prince of Transylvania asked to meet her and gave his arm to lead her to the floor]Pickering: [to Higgins] You did it ,you did it! A total success!Higgins:[Smiles triumphantly]What shall I say, Pickering? It was an immense achievement! Hahahaha...![Music][People begin their dancing] [8’]Scene4Monologue: After the party , they went back ，wild with joy.Higgins&Pickering:(On arrival) Hahaha... (Both of them sit down joyfully, ignoring Eliza)Pickering: Absolutely fantastic!Higgins: A lot of foolish men!Pickering: Higgins, you were absolutely great! Now you win the bet! (Take out a piece of check) The check now belongs to you!Higgins: (Mrs. Pearce lit a cigarette for him) The silly people don't know their own silly business. (To Mrs Pearce)Mrs. Pearce, you should have heard the 'oohs' and 'aahs'! Everyone wondering who she was.Pickering: And you should get a medal, or be even made a knight!Higgins:[Quite satisfied with himself] Well, thank God, that's over. Now I cango to bed without dreading tomorrow.Mrs. Pearce: Good night, Mr. Higgins. (She goes away)Pickering: Good night, my old man! (He leaves)Higgins:Good night! [About to leave] Eliza, put out the lights.(He goes upstairs)[Eliza turns off the light in blue, sobbing] [8’50”]Higgins[Appears suddenly] Ah, where the hell is my slippers?Eliza[Irritated, casts the slippers at him] Here are your slippers! Take your slippers and may you never have good luck with them.HigginsWhat's the matter? Is anything wrong?ElizaNo, nothing's wrong with you. I won your bet for you, haven't I? That's enough for you! I don't matter, I suppose?HigginsYou won my bet? Oh Heavens, I won it!Eliza[Fires her questions painfully] I could kill you, you selfish brute! Why didn't you leave me where I was? You thank God it's all over. Now you can throw me back again! Do you? [She threw herself at Higgins]HigginsClaws in, you cat!How dare you show your temper to me? Sit down and be quiet!Eliza(Falls to the sofa and sobs) What's to become of me?HigginsHow do I know what's to become of you?ElizaYou don't care. I know you don't care! You wouldn't care if I was dead. I'm nothing to you. Not as much as your slippers.HigginsMy slippers ? Why have you suddenly begun going on like this? Do you mean that I have treated you badly?ElizaNo.HigginsWell, I'm glad to hear that. Perhaps you're tired after the strain of the day. [He walks to the table and fetches a tray of chocolate] Would you have a chocolate? ElizaNo! [But with politeness] Thank you.HigginsNow listen to me, Eliza. Nothing's wrong. Nobody's hurting you. Go to bed andsleep it off. Have a little cry and say your prayers. You'll feel much more comfortable.ElizaOh, where am I to go? What am I to do? And what's to become of me? HigginsI wouldn't worry about that if I were you, Eliza. I'm sure you won't have any difficulty in settling yourself somewhere . [] You might marry, you know. Most men are the marrying sort, poor devils. You're not bad-looking. I daresay, my mother might find some fellow who would do very well.ElizaI sold flowers, I don’t sell myself!HigginsWhat about the old idea of a flower shop? I'm sure Pickering would help you. He's got lots of money. [Yawning, eager to leave]Well, I must be off to bed. I'm really sleepy.ElizaBefore you go, sir. [Take off her jewelry] Will you take these to your room and keep them safe? I don't want to be accused of stealing.HigginsStealing?ElizaI'm sorry. I'm a common, ignorant girl .and in my station I have to be careful.The ring , you bought for me in Bright, I don't want it now. There can't be any feelings between the likes of you and the likes of me. It’ s time to bid you adieu. [Down falls the curtain][The end]。
Pygmalion 之马矢奏春创作Act 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 of St. Paul's Church, where there are already several people. 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 heis 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 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].THE FLOWER GIRL:[picking up her scattered flowers and replacing themin the basket] There's menners f' yer! Te-oo banches o voylets trod into the mad. [She sits down onthe of the column, sorting her flowers, on theright of an old lady. She is not at all anattractive person. She is perhaps eighteen, perhapstwenty, hardly older. She wears a little sailor hat of black straw that has long been exposed to thedust and soot of London and has seldom if ever beenbrushed. 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 compared 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].[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 the daughter's retirement.]THE GENTLEMAN:Phew!The OLD LADY:[to the gentleman]Oh, sir, is there any sign ofits stopping?THE GENTLEMAN:I'm afraid not. It started worse than ever about two minutes ago. [He goes to the plinth beside theflower girl; puts up his foot on it; and stoops toturn down his trouser ends].THE OLD LADY:Oh, dear! [She retires sadly].THE FLOWER GIRL:[taking advantage of the military gentleman'sproximity to establish friendly relations withhim].If it's worse it's a sign it's nearly over.So cheer up, Captain; and buy a flower off a poorgirl.THE GENTLEMAN:I'm sorry, I haven't any change.THE FLOWER GIRL:I can give you change, Captain,THE GENTLEMAN:For a sovereign? I've nothing less.THE FLOWER GIRL:Garn! Oh do buy a flower off me, Captain. I canchange half-a-crown. Take this for tuppence.THE GENTLEMAN:Now don't be troublesome: there's a goodgirl. [Trying his pockets]I really haven't anychange—Stop: here's three hapence, if that's anyuse to you [he retreats to the other pillar].THE FLOWER GIRL:[disappointed, but thinking three halfpence betterthan 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 a flower for it. There's a man here behind taking down every word you're saying. [All turn to the man who is takingnotes].THE FLOWER GIRL:[springing up terrified]I ain't done nothing 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 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 Don't start hollerin. Who's hurting you?Nobody's going to touch you. What's the good of fussing? Steady on. Easy, easy, 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: What's the row?What she do? Where is he? A tec taking her down.What! him? Yes: him over there: Took money off thegentleman, etc. The flower girl, distraught andmobbed, breaks through them to the gentleman, cryingmildly]Oh, sir, don't let him charge me. You dunnowhat it means to me. They'll take away my characterand drive me on the streets for speaking togentlemen. They—THE NOTE TAKER:[coming forward on her right, the rest crowdingafter him]There, there, there, there! Who'shurting you, you silly girl? What do you take me for? THE FLOWER GIRL:[still hysterical]I take my Bible oath I neversaid a word—THE NOTE TAKER:[overbearing but good-humored]Oh, shut up, shut up.Do I look like a policeman?THE FLOWER GIRL:[far from reassured]Then what did you take down mywords for? How do I know whether you took me downright? You just show me what you've wrote aboutme. [The note taker opens his book and holds itsteadily under her nose, though the pressure of themob trying to read it over his shoulders would upseta weaker man].What's that? That ain't properwriting. I can't read that.THE NOTE TAKER:I can. [Reads, reproducing her pronunciationexactly]“Cheer ap, Keptin; n' haw ya flahr orf apore gel.”THE FLOWER GIRL:[much distressed]It's because I called him Captain.I meant no harm.[To the gentleman]Oh, sir, don'tlet him lay a charge agen me for a word like that.You—THE GENTLEMAN:Charge! I make no charge. [To the notetaker]Really, sir, if you are a detective, youneed not begin protecting me until I ask you.Anybody could see that the girl meant no harm.THE BYSTANDERS GENERALLY:[demonstrating against police espionage]Coursethey could. What business is it of yours? You mindyour own affairs. Girl never said a word to him.What harm if she did? Nice thing a girl can'tshelter from the rain without being insulted, etc.,etc., etc. [She is conducted by the moresympathetic demonstrators back to her plinth, whereshe resumes her seat and struggles with her emotion]. THE BYSTANDER B:He ain't a tec. He's a blooming busybody: that'swhat he is. I tell you, look at his boots.THE NOTE TAKER:[turning on him ]And how are all your people down at Selsey?THE BYSTANDER B:[suspiciously]Who told you my people come fromSelsey?THE NOTE TAKER:Never you mind. They did. [To the girl]How do you come to be up so far east? You were born in LissonGrove.THE FLOWER GIRL:[appalled]Oh, what harm is there in my leavingLisson Grove? It wasn't fit for a pig to live in;and I had to pay four-and-six a week. [Intears]Oh, boo—hoo—oo—THE NOTE TAKER:Live where you like; but stop that noise.THE GENTLEMAN:[to the girl]Come, come! he can't touch you: youhave a right to live where you please.THE FLOWER GIRL:[subsiding into a brooding melancholy over herbasket, and talking very low-spiritedly toherself]I'm a good girl, I am.THE BYSTANDER B:[not attending to her]Do you know where thisgentleman comes from?THE NOTE TAKER:Cheltenham, Harrow, Cambridge, and India.[Titterings. Popular interest in the note taker's performance increases.]THE GENTLEMAN:Quite right. [Great laughter. Reaction in the notetaker's favor. Exclamations of He knows all aboutit. Told him proper. Hear him tell the where hecome from? etc.].May I ask, sir, do you do thisfor your living at a music hall?THE NOTE TAKER:I've thought of that. Perhaps I shall some day. [The rain has stopped; and the persons on the outside of the crowd begin to drop off.]THE FLOWER GIRL:[resenting the reaction]He's no gentleman, he ain't, to interfere with a poor girl.[still preoccupied with her wounded feelings]He's no right to take away my character. My character is the same to me as any lady's. THE NOTE TAKER:I don't know whether you've noticed it; but the rainstopped about two minutes ago.THE BYSTANDER B:So it has. Why didn't you say so before? and uslosing our time listening to your silliness. [Hewalks off. With some grumbles, other bystanders also walk off the stage separately].THE FLOWER GIRL:Poor girl! Hard enough for her to live without being worrited and chivied.THE GENTLEMAN:[returning to his former place on the note taker'sleft]How do you do it, if I may ask?THE NOTE TAKER:Simply phonetics. The science of speech. That's myprofession; also my hobby. Happy is the man who canmake a living by his hobby! I can place any manwithin six miles. I can place him within two milesin London. Sometimes within two streets.THE FLOWER GIRL:Ought to be ashamed of himself, unmanly coward!THE GENTLEMAN:But is there a living in that?THE NOTE TAKER:Oh yes. Quite a fat one. This is an age of upstarts.Men begin in Kentish Town with 80 pounds a year, andend in Park Lane with a hundred thousand. They wantto drop Kentish Town; but they give themselves awayevery time they open their mouths. Now I can teachthem—THE FLOWER GIRL:Let him mind his own business and leave a poorgirl—THE NOTE TAKER:[explosively]Woman: cease this horrible boohooinginstantly; or else seek the shelter of some otherplace.THE FLOWER GIRL:[with feeble defiance]I've a right to be here if Ilike, same as you.THE NOTE TAKER:A woman who utters such depressing and disgustingsounds has no right to be anywhere—no right to live.Remember that you are a human being with a soul andthe divine gift of articulate speech: that yournative language is the language of Shakespear andMilton and The Bible; and don't sit there like apigeon.THE FLOWER GIRL:[quite overwhelmed, and looking up at him in mingled wonder and deprecation without daring to raise herhead]Ah—ah— ah—ow—ow—oo!THE NOTE TAKER:[whipping out his book]Heavens! what a sound! [He writes; then holds out the book and reads,reproducing her vowels exactly]Ah—ah—ah—ow—ow—ow—oo!THE FLOWER GIRL:[tickled by the performance, and laughing in spiteof herself]Garn!THE NOTE TAKER:You see this creature with her gutter English: theEnglish that will keep her in the gutter to the endof her days. Well, sir, in three months I could pass that girl off as a duchess at an ambassador's garden party. I could even get her a place as lady's maidor shop assistant, which requires better English.[The flower girl listens attentively and was shocked by his remarks. She repeats with noticeablecuriosity, “duchess”? “lady’s maid”? “shopassistant”? ]THE GENTLEMAN:I am myself a student of Indian dialects; and—THE NOTE TAKER:[eagerly]Are you? Do you know Colonel Pickering,the author of Spoken Indian Dialects?THE GENTLEMAN:I am Colonel Pickering. Who are you?THE NOTE TAKER:Henry Higgins, author of Higgins's UniversalAlphabet.PICKERING:[with enthusiasm]I came from India to meet you. HIGGINS:I was going to India to meet you.PICKERING:Where do you live?HIGGINS:27A Wimpole Street. Come and see me tomorrow. PICKERING:I'm at the Carlton Hotel. Come with me now andlet's have a talk over some supper.HIGGINS:Right you are.THE FLOWER GIRL:[to Pickering, as he passes her]Buy a flower, kind gentleman.PICKERING:I really haven't any change. I'm sorry [he goesaway].HIGGINS:[shocked at girl's ]Liar. You said you couldchange half-a-crown.THE FLOWER GIRL:[rising in desperation]You ought to be stuffedwith nails, you ought.[Flinging the basket at hisfeet]Take the whole blooming basket for sixpence. [The church clock strikes the second quarter.]HIGGINS:[hearing in it the voice of God, him forhis to the poor girl] A reminder. [He raiseshis hat solemnly; then throws a handful of moneyinto the basket and follows Pickering].THE FLOWER GIRL:[picking up a half-crown]Ah—ow—ooh! [Picking upa couple of florins]Aaah—ow—ooh! [Picking upseveral coins]Aaaaaah—ow—ooh![Picking upa ]Aaaaaaaaaaaah—ow—ooh!!![With ecstasy, theFlower Girl runs off the stage. End of Act 1 ]Act 2[Next day at 11 a.m. Higgins's laboratory in Wimpole Street. The middle of the room is clear. Besides the easy chair, the piano bench, and two chairs at the phonograph table, there is one stray chair. It stands near the fiWordStr. Pickering is seated at the table, putting down some cards and a tuning-fork which he has been using. Higgins is standing up near him, closing two or three file drawers that are hanging out. He appears in the morning light as a robust, vital, appetizing sort of man of forty or thereabouts, dressed in a professional-looking black frock-coat with a white linen collar and black silk tie. He is of the energetic, scientific type, heartily, even violently interested in everything that can be studied as a scientific subject, and careless about himself and other people, including their feelings. He is, in fact, but for his years and size, rather like a very impetuous baby “taking notice” eagerly and loudly, and requiring almost as much watching to keep him out of unintended mischief. His manner varies from genial bullying when he is in a good humor to stormy petulance when anything goes wrong; but he is so entirely frank and void of malice that he remains likeable even in his least reasonable moments.] HIGGINS:[as he shuts the last drawer]Well, I think that'sthe whole show.PICKERING:It's really amazing. I haven't taken half of it in,you know.HIGGINS:Would you like to go over any of it again? PICKERING:[rising and coming to the fiWordStr, where he plants himself with his back to the fire]No, thank you;not now. I'm quite done up for this morning.HIGGINS:[Mrs. Pearce looks in: she is Higgins'shousekeeper]What's the matter?MRS. PEARCE:[hesitating, evidently perplexed] A young womanwants to see you, sir.HIGGINS:A young woman! What does she want?MRS. PEARCE:Well, sir, she says you'll be glad to see her whenyou know what she's come about. She's quite a common girl, sir. Very common indeed. I should have senther away, only I thought perhaps you wanted her totalk into your machines. I hope I've not done wrong;but really you see such queer people sometimes—you'll excuse me, I'm sure, sir—HIGGINS:Oh, that's all right, Mrs. Pearce. Has she aninteresting accent?MRS. PEARCE:Oh, something dreadful, sir, really. I don't knowhow you can take an interest in it.HIGGINS:[to Pickering]Let's have her up. Show her up, Mrs.Pearce [he rushes across to his working table andpicks out a cylinder to use on the].MRS. PEARCE:[only half resigned to it]Very well, sir. It's for you to say. [She goes downstairs].HIGGINS:This is rather a bit of luck. I'll show you how Imake records. We'll set her talking; and I'll takeit down --MRS. PEARCE:[returning]This is the young woman, sir.[The flower girl enters in state. She has a hat with three ostrich feathers, orange, sky-blue, and red. Shehas a nearly clean apron, and the shoddy coat has been tidied a little. The of this figure, with its innocent vanity and consequential air, touches Pickering, who has already straightened himself in the presence of Mrs. Pearce. But as to Higgins, the only distinction he makes between men and women is that when he is neither bullying nor exclaiming to the heavens against some featherweight cross, he coaxes women as a child coaxes its nurse when it wants to get anything out of her.] HIGGINS:[brusquely, recognizing her with unconcealeddisappointment, and at once, babylike, making anintolerable grievance of it]Why, this is the girlI jotted down last night. She's no use: I've got allthe records I want of the Lisson Grove lingo; andI'm not going to waste another cylinder on it.[Tothe girl]Be off with you: I don't want you.THE FLOWER GIRL:Don't you be so saucy. You ain't heard what I comefor yet. [To Mrs. Pearce, who is waiting at thedoor for further instruction]Did you tell him Icome in a taxi?MRS. PEARCE:Nonsense, girl! what do you think a gentleman likeMr. Higgins cares what you came in?THE FLOWER GIRL:Oh, we are proud! He ain't above giving lessons, not him: I heard him say so. Well, I ain't come here toask for any compliment; and if my money's not goodenough I can go elsewhere.HIGGINS:Good enough for what?THE FLOWER GIRL:Good enough for ye—oo. Now you know, don't you? I'm come to have lessons, I am. And to pay for em too:make no mistake.HIGGINS:[stupent]WELL!!! [Recovering his breath with agasp]What do you expect me to say to you?THE FLOWER GIRL:Well, if you was a gentleman, you might ask me tosit down, I think. Don't I tell you I'm bringing you business?HIGGINS:Pickering: shall we ask this baggage to sit down orshall we throw her out of the window?THE FLOWER GIRL:[running away in terror to the piano, where sheturns at bay]Ah—ah—ah—ow—ow—ow—oo! [Wounded and whimpering]I won't be called a baggage whenI've offered to pay like any lady.[Motionless, the two men stare at her from the other side of the room, amazed.]PICKERING:[gently]What is it you want, my girl?THE FLOWER GIRL:I want to be a lady in a flower shop stead ofselling at the corner of Tottenham Court Road. Butthey won't take me unless I can talk more genteel.He said he could teach me. Well, here I am ready topay him—not asking any favor—and he treats me asif I was dirt.MRS. PEARCE:How can you be such a foolish ignorant girl as tothink you could afford to pay Mr. Higgins?THE FLOWER GIRL:Why shouldn't I? I know what lessons cost as well as you do; and I'm ready to pay.HIGGINS:What's your name?THE FLOWER GIRL:Liza Doolittle.HIGGINS:[declaiming gravely]Eliza, Elizabeth, Betsy andBess,They went to the woods to get a birds nes': PICKERING:They found a nest with four eggs in it:HIGGINS:They took one apiece, and left three in it.[They laugh heartily at their own wit.]LIZA:Oh, don't be silly.MRS. PEARCE:You mustn't speak to the gentleman like that.LIZA:Well, why won't he speak sensible to me?HIGGINS:Come back to business. How much do you propose topay me for the lessons?LIZA:Oh, I know what's right. A lady friend of mine getsFrench lessons for eighteenpence an hour from a real French gentleman. Well, you wouldn't have the faceto ask me the same for teaching me my own languageas you would for French; so I won't give more than a shilling. Take it or leave it.HIGGINS:[walking up and down the room, rattling his keys and his cash in his pockets]You know, Pickering, ifyou consider a shilling, not as a simple shilling,but as a percentage of this girl's income, it worksout as fully equivalent to sixty or seventy froma millionaire.PICKERING:How so?HIGGINS:Figure it out. A millionaire has about 150 pounds aday. She earns about.LIZA:[haughtily]Who told you I only—HIGGINS:[continuing]She offers me two-fifths of her day'sincome for a lesson. Two-fifths of a millionaire'sincome for a day would be somewhere about 60 pounds.It's handsome. By George, it's enormous! it's thebiggest offer I ever had.LIZA:[rising, terrified]Sixty pounds! What are youtalking about? I never offered you sixty pounds.Where would I get—HIGGINS:Hold your tongue.LIZA:[weeping]But I ain't got sixty pounds. Oh—MRS. PEARCE:Don't cry, you silly girl. Sit down. Nobody is goingto touch your money.HIGGINS:Somebody is going to touch you, with a broomstick,if you don't stop snivelling. Sit down.PICKERING:Higgins: I'm interested. What about the ambassador'sgarden party? I'll say you're the greatest teacheralive if you make that good. I'll bet you all theexpenses of the experiment you can't do it. And I'llpay for the lessons.HIGGINS:[carried away]Yes: in six months—in three if shehas a good ear and a quick tongue—I'll take heranywhere and pass her off as anything. We'll starttoday: now! this moment! Take her away and clean her, Mrs. Pearce. Monkey Brand, if it won't come off anyother way. Is there a good fire in the kitchen?MRS. PEARCE:[protesting].Yes; but—HIGGINS:[storming on]Take all her clothes off and burnthem. Ring up Whiteley or somebody for new ones.Wrap her up in brown paper till they come.LIZA:You're no gentleman, you're not, to talk of suchthings. I'm a good girl, I am; and I know what thelike of you are, I do.MRS. PEARCE:But I've no place to put her.HIGGINS:Put her in the dustbin.LIZA:Ah—ah—ah—ow—ow—oo!MRS. PEARCE [dragging Eliza off with Eliza struggling a while]: Good girl! Don’t be frightened. We won’t hurt you for sure. [Mrs. Pearce and Eliza exit!]PICKERING:Oh come, Higgins! be reasonable. Although I am interested in this experiment, all I propose is that we should be kind to this poor girl. We need to help her to prepare and fit herself for her new station in life. We can't take a girl up like that as if we were picking up a pebble on the beach. [He continues with hesitation less he should hurt Higgins’s feelings.] Excuse the straight question, Higgins. Are you a man of good character where women are concerned?HIGGINS:[moodily]Have you ever met a man of good characterwhere women are concerned?PICKERING:Yes: very frequently.HIGGINS:[dogmatically, lifting himself on his hands to thelevel of the piano, and sitting on it with abounce]Well, I haven't. I find that the moment Ilet a woman make friends with me, she becomesjealous, exacting, suspicious, and a damned nuisance.I find that the moment I let myself make friendswith a woman, I become selfish and tyrannical. Women upset everything.[Mrs. Pearce returns.]MRS. PEARCE:If you please, sir, the trouble's beginning already.There's a dustman downstairs, Alfred Doolittle,wants to see you. He says you have his daughter here. PICKERING:[rising]Phew! I say! [He retreats to thehearthrug].HIGGINS:[promptly]Send the rascal up.MRS. PEARCE [embarrassed]:Oh, very well, sir. [She goes out].PICKERING:He may not be a rascal, Higgins.HIGGINS:Nonsense. Of course he's a rascal.PICKERING:Whether he is or not, I'm afraid we shall have sometrouble with him.MRS. PEARCE:[at the door]Doolittle, sir. [She admitsDoolittle and retires].[Alfred Doolittle is an elderly but vigorous dustman, clad in the costume of his profession, including a hat with a back brim covering his neck and shoulders. He has well marked and rather interesting features, and seems equally free from fear and conscience. He has a remarkably expressive voice, the result of a habit of giving vent to his feelings without reserve. His present pose is that of wounded honor and stern resolution.] DOOLITTLE:[at the door, uncertain which of the two gentlemenis his man]Professor Higgins?HIGGINS:Here. Good morning. Sit down.DOOLITTLE:Morning, Governor. [He sits down ]I come about avery serious matter, Governor.HIGGINS:[to Pickering]Brought up in Hounslow. Mother Welsh,I should think.[Doolittle opens his mouth, amazed.Higgins continues]What do you want, Doolittle? DOOLITTLE:[menacingly]I want my daughter: that's what I want.See?HIGGINS:Of course you do. You're her father, aren't you? Youdon't suppose anyone else wants her, do you? I'mglad to see you have some spark of family feelingleft. She's upstairs. Take her away at once. DOOLITTLE:[rising, fearfully taken aback]What!HIGGINS:Take her away. Do you suppose I'm going to keep yourdaughter for you?DOOLITTLE:[remonstrating]Now, now, look here, Governor. Isthis reasonable? Is it fairity to take advantage ofa man like this? The girl belongs to me. You got her.Where do I come in? [He sits down again].HIGGINS:Your daughter had come to my house and ask me toteach her how to speak properly so that she couldget a place in a flower-shop. This gentleman and myhousekeeper have been here all the time. [Bullyinghim]How dare you come here and attempt toblackmail me? You sent her here on purpose. DOOLITTLE:[protesting]No, Governor.HIGGINS:You must have. How else could you possibly know that she is here?DOOLITTLE:[“most musical, most melancholy”]I'll tell you,Governor, if you'll only let me get a word in. I'mwilling to tell you. I'm wanting to tell you. I'mwaiting to tell youIGGINS:Pickering: this chap has a certain natural gift oflecturing.DOOLITTLE:It was like this, Governor. The girl sent a boy back for her luggage when she heard you was willing forher to stop here. I met the boy and knew where shewas.HIGGINS:So you came to rescue her from worse than death, eh? DOOLITTLE:[appreciatively: relieved at being understood]Just so, Governor. That's right.PICKERING:But why did you bring her luggage if you intended to take her away?DOOLITTLE:Have I said a word about taking her away? Have Inow?[rising]No, Governor. Don't say that. I'mnot the man to stand in my girl's light. Here's acareer opening for her, as you might say; and—HIGGINS:Mrs. Pearce: this is Eliza's father. He has come totake her away. Give her to him. [He goes back tothe piano, with an air of washing his hands of thewhole affair].DOOLITTLE:[To Higgins, who takes refuge on the piano bench, a little overwhelmed by the proximity of his visitor;for Doolittle has a professional flavor of dustabout him].No. This is a misunderstanding. Listen here— Regarded in the light of a young woman, she'sa fine handsome girl. All I ask is my rights as afather; and you're the last man alive to expect me to let her go for nothing; for I can see you're one of the straight sort, Governor. Well, what's a five pound note to you? And what's Eliza to me? [He returns to his chair and sits down judicially]. PICKERING:I think you ought to know, Doolittle, that Mr.Higgins's intentions are entirely honorable. DOOLITTLE:Course they are, Governor. If I thought they wasn't, I'd ask fifty.HIGGINS:[revolted]Do you mean to say, you rascal, thatyou would sell your daughter for £50?DOOLITTLE:Don't say that, Governor. Don't look at it that way. What am I, Governors both? I ask you, what am I? I'm one ofthe undeserving poor: that's what I am.HIGGINS:Pickering: if we listen to this man another minute,we shall have no convictions left. [ToDoolittle]Five pounds I think you said. DOOLITTLE:Thank you kindly, Governor.HIGGINS:You're sure you won't take ten?DOOLITTLE:Not now. Another time, Governor.HIGGINS:[handing him a five-pound note]Here you are. DOOLITTLE:Thank you, Governor. Good morning. [He hurries tothe door, anxious to get away with his booty. Whenhe opens it he is confronted with a and clean。
童话故事卖花女从古至今，童话故事一直是人们喜爱的文学形式之一。
其中，卖花女是一个常见的角色，她们以自己勤劳努力的精神和美丽的花朵吸引着人们的眼球。
本文将通过介绍几个经典的卖花女故事，展现她们坚持不懈、乐观进取的精神。
故事一：《卖花女的勤奋》从小，小花一直住在一个美丽的小村庄。
每天清晨，小花将自己扎进围裙口袋里，背上篮子，走上村外的大道，开始了自己的卖花之旅。
她用心挑选最美的花朵，将它们摆放得整整齐齐，拿在手中，神采飞扬地呼唤着：“买花啦！新鲜的花朵，快来看看吧！”小花每天都走遍小镇的大街小巷，她的一言一行，温暖了每一个人的心。
有一天，小花来到了一家花店门口，店主对她深感钦佩，并邀她进去，为店铺供应美丽的花朵。
小花义不容辞地接受了邀请，她更加努力了，她不断学习花卉知识，不断寻找最好的花卉供应商，用才华与热情在花店中大放异彩。
多年后，小花拥有了自己的花店，并将自己的经验和知识传授给了更多的年轻卖花女。
她说：“卖花并不仅仅是靠美丽花朵赚钱，更是通过自己的努力和热情，为人们带去美好的心情。
每一束花都代表着你们的热情和聪明才智。
”故事二：《卖花女的善良与乐观》在一个小村庄里住着一位年迈的卖花女，她叫妮娜。
妮娜并不年轻，但她每天早晨都会披上她最美的裙子，背上一篮子鲜花，充满笑容地卖花。
她总是用悦耳的声音唱着歌，向每个人投去慈祥的目光。
尽管生活并不富裕，但妮娜总是满怀善良。
有一次，一位年轻女士走过她的摊位时，她不仅热情地向对方推荐花朵，还赠送了一束美丽的鲜花作为礼物。
这位女士被妮娜的善良所打动，非常感谢她，并将此事传播给了村庄的每个人。
逐渐地，妮娜的生意越来越好，她有了更多选择，并开始提供更多的服务。
她组织讲座、花艺展览和亲子活动，吸引了更多的人们前来参观和购买。
她说：“通过善良和乐观的精神，我们能够将花朵的美丽和喜悦传递给每个人，并且为他们带来心灵上的治愈。
”故事三：《卖花女的智慧与勇气》在一个繁忙的城市里，有一位叫莉莉的卖花女，她年纪轻轻却十分聪明。
PygmalionAct 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 of St. Paul's Church, where there are already several people. 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.A young man of twenty, in evening dress, opens his umbrella and dashes off onto the street to stop a passing taxi, but 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].THE FLOWER GIRL:[picking up her scattered flowers and replacing them in the basket] There's menners f' yer! Te-oo banches o voylets trod into the mad. [She sits down on the of the column, sorting her flowers, on the right of an old lady. 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 kneesand 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 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 the daughter's retirement.]THE GENTLEMAN:Phew!The OLD LADY:[to the gentleman] Oh, sir, is there any sign of its stopping?THE GENTLEMAN:I'm afraid not. It started worse than ever about two minutesago. [He goes to the plinth beside the flower girl; puts up his foot on it; and stoops to turn down his trouser ends].THE OLD LADY:Oh, dear! [She retires sadly].THE FLOWER GIRL:[taking advantage of the military gentleman's proximity toestablish friendly relations with him]. If it's worse it's a sign it'snearly over. So cheer up, Captain; and buy a flower off a poor girl. THE GENTLEMAN:I'm sorry, I haven't any change.THE FLOWER GIRL:I can give you change, Captain,THE GENTLEMAN:For a sovereign? I've 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 don't be troublesome: there's a good girl. [Trying hispockets] I really haven't any change—Stop: here's three hapence,if that's any use to you [he retreats to the other pillar].THE FLOWER GIRL:[disappointed, but thinking three halfpence better thannothing] 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 a flower for it. There's a manhere behind taking down every word you're saying. [All turn to the man who is taking notes].THE FLOWER GIRL:[springing up terrified] I ain't done nothing 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 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 Don't start hollerin. Who's hurting you? Nobody's going to touch you. What's the good of fussing?Steady on. Easy, easy, 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: What's the row? What she do? Where is he?A tec taking her down. What! him? Yes: him over there: Tookmoney off the gentleman, etc. The flower girl, distraught and mobbed, breaks through them to the gentleman, crying mildly] Oh, sir, don't let him charge me. You dunno what it means to me.They'll take away my character and drive me on the streets for speaking to gentlemen. They—THE NOTE TAKER:[coming forward on her right, the rest crowding after him] There,there, there, there! Who's hurting you, you silly girl? What do youtake me for?THE FLOWER GIRL:[still hysterical] I take my Bible oath I never said a word—THE NOTE TAKER:[overbearing but good-humored] Oh, shut up, shut up. Do I look like a policeman?THE FLOWER GIRL:[far from reassured] Then what did you take down my words for?How do I know whether you took me down right? You just showme what you've wrote about me. [The note taker opens his book and holds it steadily under her nose, though the pressure of themob trying to read it over his shoulders would upset a weakerman]. What's that? That ain't proper writing. I can't read that.THE NOTE TAKER:I can. [Reads, reproducing her pronunciation exactly]“Cheer ap,Keptin; n' haw ya flahr orf a pore gel.”THE FLOWER GIRL:[much distressed] It's because I called him Captain. I meant noharm.[To the gentleman] Oh, sir, don't let him lay a charge agenme for a word like that. You—THE GENTLEMAN:Charge! I make no charge. [To the note taker] Really, sir, if you area detective, you need not begin protecting me until I ask you.Anybody could see that the girl meant no harm.THE BYSTANDERS GENERALLY:[demonstrating against police espionage] Course they could. What business is it of yours? You mind your own affairs. Girl never said a word to him. What harm if she did? Nice thing a girl can't shelterfrom the rain without being insulted, etc., etc., etc. [She isconducted by the more sympathetic demonstrators back to herplinth, where she resumes her seat and struggles with heremotion].THE BYSTANDER B:He ain't a tec. He's a blooming busybody: that's what he is. I tellyou, look at his boots.THE NOTE TAKER:[turning on him ] And how are all your people down at Selsey? THE BYSTANDER B:[suspiciously] Who told you my people come from Selsey?THE NOTE TAKER:Never you mind. They did. [To the girl] How do you come to be up so far east? You were born in Lisson Grove.THE FLOWER GIRL:[appalled] Oh, what harm is there in my leaving Lisson Grove? Itwasn't fit for a pig to live in; and I had to pay four-and-six aweek. [In tears] Oh, boo—hoo—oo—THE NOTE TAKER:Live where you like; but stop that noise.THE GENTLEMAN:[to the girl] Come, come! he can't touch you: you have a right tolive where you please.THE FLOWER GIRL:[subsiding into a brooding melancholy over her basket, and talking very low-spiritedly to herself] I'm a good girl, I am.THE BYSTANDER B:[not attending to her] Do you know where this gentleman comes from?THE NOTE TAKER:Cheltenham, Harrow, Cambridge, and India.[Titterings. Popular interest in the note taker's performance increases.] THE GENTLEMAN:Quite right. [Great laughter. Reaction in the note taker's favor.Exclamations of He knows all about it. Told him proper. Hear him tell the where he come from? etc.]. May I ask, sir, do you do thisfor your living at a music hall?THE NOTE TAKER:I've thought of that. Perhaps I shall some day.[The rain has stopped; and the persons on the outside of the crowd begin to drop off.]THE FLOWER GIRL:[resenting the reaction] He's no gentleman, he ain't, to interfere with a poor girl.[still preoccupied with her wounded feelings] He's no right to take away my character. My character is the same to me as any lady's. THE NOTE TAKER:I don't know whether you've noticed it; but the rain stopped abouttwo minutes ago.THE BYSTANDER B:So it has. Why didn't you say so before? and us losing our timelistening to your silliness. [He walks off. With some grumbles, other bystanders also walk off the stage separately].THE FLOWER GIRL:Poor girl! Hard enough for her to live without being worrited and chivied.THE GENTLEMAN:[returning to his former place on the note taker's left] How do you do it, if I may ask?THE NOTE TAKER:Simply phonetics. The science of speech. That's my profession; also my hobby. Happy is the man who can make a living by his hobby!I can place any man within six miles. I can place him within twomiles in London. Sometimes within two streets.THE FLOWER GIRL:Ought to be ashamed of himself, unmanly coward!THE GENTLEMAN:But is there a living in that?THE NOTE TAKER:Oh yes. Quite a fat one. This is an age of upstarts. Men begin inKentish Town with 80 pounds a year, and end in Park Lane with a hundred thousand. They want to drop Kentish Town; but they give themselves away every time they open their mouths. Now I canteach them—THE FLOWER GIRL:Let him mind his own business and leave a poor girl—[explosively] Woman: cease this horrible boohooing instantly; orelse seek the shelter of some other place.THE FLOWER GIRL:[with feeble defiance] I've a right to be here if I like, same as you. THE NOTE TAKER:A woman who utters such depressing and disgusting sounds hasno right to be anywhere—no right to live. Remember that you area human being with a soul and the divine gift of articulate speech:that your native language is the language of Shakespear andMilton and The Bible; and don't sit there like a pigeon.THE FLOWER GIRL:[quite overwhelmed, and looking up at him in mingled wonderand deprecation without daring to raise her head] Ah—ah— ah—ow—ow—oo!THE NOTE TAKER:[whipping out his book] Heavens! what a sound! [He writes; then holds out the book and reads, reproducing her vowelsexactly] Ah—ah—ah—ow—ow—ow—oo!THE FLOWER GIRL:[tickled by the performance, and laughing in spite of herself] Garn! THE NOTE TAKER:You see this creature with her gutter English: the English that will keep her in the gutter to the end of her days. Well, sir, in threemonths I could pass that girl off as a duchess at an ambassador's garden party. I could even get her a place as lady's maid or shop assistant, which requires better English. [The flower girl listensattentively and was shocked by his remarks. She repeats withnoticeable curiosity, “duchess”? “lady’s maid”? “shop assistant”? ] THE GENTLEMAN:I am myself a student of Indian dialects; and—THE NOTE TAKER:[eagerly] Are you? Do you know Colonel Pickering, the author of Spoken Indian Dialects?I am Colonel Pickering. Who are you?THE NOTE TAKER:Henry Higgins, author of Higgins's Universal Alphabet. PICKERING:[with enthusiasm] I came from India to meet you.HIGGINS:I was going to India to meet you.PICKERING:Where do you live?HIGGINS:27A Wimpole Street. Come and see me tomorrow. PICKERING:I'm at the Carlton Hotel. Come with me now and let's have a talk over some supper.HIGGINS:Right you are.THE FLOWER GIRL:[to Pickering, as he passes her] Buy a flower, kind gentleman. PICKERING:I really haven't any change. I'm sorry [he goes away]. HIGGINS:[shocked at girl's ] Liar. You said you could change half-a-crown. THE FLOWER GIRL:[rising in desperation] You ought to be stuffed with nails, youought.[Flinging the basket at his feet] Take the whole blooming basket for sixpence.[The church clock strikes the second quarter.]HIGGINS:[hearing in it the voice of God, him for his to the poor girl] Areminder. [He raises his hat solemnly; then throws a handful ofmoney into the basket and follows Pickering].THE FLOWER GIRL:[picking up a half-crown] Ah—ow—ooh! [Picking up a couple of florins]Aaah—ow—ooh! [Picking up several coins] Aaaaaah—ow—ooh![Picking up a ] Aaaaaaaaaaaah— ow—ooh!!![With ecstasy, the Flower Girl runs off the stage. End of Act 1 ]Act 2[Next day at 11 a.m. Higgins's laboratory in Wimpole Street. The middle of the room is clear. Besides the easy chair, the piano bench, and two chairs at the phonograph table, there is one stray chair. It stands near the fireplace. Pickering is seated at the table, putting down some cards and a tuning-fork which he has been using. Higgins is standing up near him, closing two or three file drawers that are hanging out. He appears in the morning light as a robust, vital, appetizing sort of man of forty or thereabouts, dressed in a professional-looking black frock-coat with a white linen collar and black silk tie. He is of the energetic, scientific type, heartily, even violently interested in everything that can be studied as a scientific subject, and careless about himself and other people, including their feelings. He is, in fact, but for his years and size, rather like a very impetuous baby “taking notice” eagerly and loudly, and requiring almost as much watching to keep him out of unintended mischief. His manner varies from genial bullying when he is in a good humor to stormy petulance when anything goes wrong; but he is so entirely frank and void of malice that he remains likeable even in his least reasonable moments.]HIGGINS:[as he shuts the last drawer] Well, I think that's the whole show. PICKERING:It's really amazing. I haven't taken half of it in, you know. HIGGINS:Would you like to go over any of it again?PICKERING:[rising and coming to the fireplace, where he plants himself withhis back to the fire] No, thank you; not now. I'm quite done up for this morning.HIGGINS:[Mrs. Pearce looks in: she is Higgins's housekeeper] What's thematter?MRS. PEARCE:[hesitating, evidently perplexed] A young woman wants to see you, sir.HIGGINS:A young woman! What does she want?MRS. PEARCE:Well, sir, she says you'll be glad to see her when you know whatshe's come about. She's quite a common girl, sir. Very commonindeed. I should have sent her away, only I thought perhaps youwanted her to talk into your machines. I hope I've not done wrong;but really you see such queer people sometimes—you'll excuseme, I'm sure, sir—HIGGINS:Oh, that's all right, Mrs. Pearce. Has she an interesting accent? MRS. PEARCE:Oh, something dreadful, sir, really. I don't know how you can take an interest in it.HIGGINS:[to Pickering] Let's have her up. Show her up, Mrs. Pearce [herushes across to his working table and picks out a cylinder to useon the].MRS. PEARCE:[only half resigned to it] Very well, sir. It's for you to say. [She goes downstairs].HIGGINS:This is rather a bit of luck. I'll show you how I make records. We'llset her talking; and I'll take it down --MRS. PEARCE:[returning] This is the young woman, sir.[The flower girl enters in state. She has a hat with three ostrich feathers, orange, sky-blue, and red. She has a nearly clean apron, and theshoddy coat has been tidied a little. The of this figure, with its innocent vanity and consequential air, touches Pickering, who has already straightened himself in the presence of Mrs. Pearce. But as to Higgins, the only distinction he makes between men and women is that when he is neither bullying nor exclaiming to the heavens against some featherweight cross, he coaxes women as a child coaxes its nurse when it wants to get anything out of her.]HIGGINS:[brusquely, recognizing her with unconcealed disappointment, and at once, babylike, making an intolerable grievance of it] Why, this is the girl I jotted down last night. She's no use: I've got all therecords I want of the Lisson Grove lingo; and I'm not going towaste another cylinder on it.[To the girl] Be off with you: I don'twant you.THE FLOWER GIRL:Don't you be so saucy. You ain't heard what I come for yet. [ToMrs. Pearce, who is waiting at the door for further instruction] Did you tell him I come in a taxi?MRS. PEARCE:Nonsense, girl! what do you think a gentleman like Mr. Higginscares what you came in?THE FLOWER GIRL:Oh, we are proud! He ain't above giving lessons, not him: I heardhim say so. Well, I ain't come here to ask for any compliment; and if my money's not good enough I can go elsewhere.HIGGINS:Good enough for what?THE FLOWER GIRL:Good enough for ye—oo. Now you know, don't you? I'm come to have lessons, I am. And to pay for em too: make no mistake. HIGGINS:[stupent] WELL!!! [Recovering his breath with a gasp] What do you expect me to say to you?THE FLOWER GIRL:Well, if you was a gentleman, you might ask me to sit down, I think.Don't I tell you I'm bringing you business?HIGGINS:Pickering: shall we ask this baggage to sit down or shall we throwher out of the window?THE FLOWER GIRL:[running away in terror to the piano, where she turns at bay] Ah—ah—ah—ow—ow—ow—oo! [Wounded and whimpering] I won'tbe called a baggage when I've offered to pay like any lady. [Motionless, the two men stare at her from the other side of the room, amazed.]PICKERING:[gently] What is it you want, my girl?THE FLOWER GIRL:I want to be a lady in a flower shop stead of selling at the corner ofTottenham Court Road. But they won't take me unless I can talkmore genteel. He said he could teach me. Well, here I am ready to pay him—not asking any favor—and he treats me as if I was dirt. MRS. PEARCE:How can you be such a foolish ignorant girl as to think you couldafford to pay Mr. Higgins?THE FLOWER GIRL:Why shouldn't I? I know what lessons cost as well as you do; andI'm ready to pay.HIGGINS:What's your name?THE FLOWER GIRL:Liza Doolittle.HIGGINS:[declaiming gravely] Eliza, Elizabeth, Betsy and Bess,They went tothe woods to get a birds nes':PICKERING:They found a nest with four eggs in it:HIGGINS:They took one apiece, and left three in it.[They laugh heartily at their own wit.]LIZA:Oh, don't be silly.MRS. PEARCE:You mustn't speak to the gentleman like that.LIZA:Well, why won't he speak sensible to me?HIGGINS:Come back to business. How much do you propose to pay me for the lessons?LIZA:Oh, I know what's right. A lady friend of mine gets French lessons for eighteenpence an hour from a real French gentleman. Well,you wouldn't have the face to ask me the same for teaching memy own language as you would for French; so I won't give morethan a shilling. Take it or leave it.HIGGINS:[walking up and down the room, rattling his keys and his cash inhis pockets] You know, Pickering, if you consider a shilling, not as a simple shilling, but as a percentage of this girl's income, it worksout as fully equivalent to sixty or seventy from a millionaire. PICKERING:How so?HIGGINS:Figure it out. A millionaire has about 150 pounds a day. She earns about.LIZA:[haughtily] Who told you I only—HIGGINS:[continuing] She offers me two-fifths of her day's income for alesson. Two-fifths of a millionaire's income for a day would besomewhere about 60 pounds. It's handsome. By George, it'senormous! it's the biggest offer I ever had.LIZA:[rising, terrified] Sixty pounds! What are you talking about? I never offered you sixty pounds. Where would I get—HIGGINS:Hold your tongue.LIZA:[weeping] But I ain't got sixty pounds. Oh—MRS. PEARCE:Don't cry, you silly girl. Sit down. Nobody is going to touch yourmoney.HIGGINS:Somebody is going to touch you, with a broomstick, if you don'tstop snivelling. Sit down.PICKERING:Higgins: I'm interested. What about the ambassador's gardenparty? I'll say you're the greatest teacher alive if you make thatgood. I'll bet you all the expenses of the experiment you can't do it.And I'll pay for the lessons.HIGGINS:[carried away] Yes: in six months—in three if she has a good earand a quick tongue—I'll take her anywhere and pass her off asanything. We'll start today: now! this moment! Take her away and clean her, Mrs. Pearce. Monkey Brand, if it won't come off anyother way. Is there a good fire in the kitchen?MRS. PEARCE:[protesting]. Yes; but—HIGGINS:[storming on] Take all her clothes off and burn them. Ring upWhiteley or somebody for new ones. Wrap her up in brown paper till they come.LIZA:You're no gentleman, you're not, to talk of such things. I'm a good girl, I am; and I know what the like of you are, I do.MRS. PEARCE:But I've no place to put her.HIGGINS:Put her in the dustbin.LIZA:Ah—ah—ah—ow—ow—oo!MRS. PEARCE [dragging Eliza off with Eliza struggling a while]: Good girl! Don’t be frightened. We won’t hurt you for sure. [Mrs. Pearce and Eliza exit!]PICKERING:Oh come, Higgins! be reasonable. Although I am interested in this experiment, all I propose is that we should be kind to this poor girl. We need to help her to prepare and fit herself for her new station in life. We can't take a girl up like that as if we were picking up a pebble on the beach. [He continues with hesitation less he should hurt Higgins’s feelings.] Excuse the straight question, Higgins. Are you a man of good character where women are concerned?HIGGINS:[moodily] Have you ever met a man of good character wherewomen are concerned?PICKERING:Yes: very frequently.HIGGINS:[dogmatically, lifting himself on his hands to the level of the piano, and sitting on it with a bounce] Well, I haven't. I find that themoment I let a woman make friends with me, she becomes jealous, exacting, suspicious, and a damned nuisance. I find that themoment I let myself make friends with a woman, I become selfishand tyrannical. Women upset everything.[Mrs. Pearce returns.]MRS. PEARCE:If you please, sir, the trouble's beginning already. There's adustman downstairs, Alfred Doolittle, wants to see you. He saysyou have his daughter here.PICKERING:[rising] Phew! I say! [He retreats to the hearthrug].HIGGINS:[promptly] Send the rascal up.MRS. PEARCE [embarrassed]:Oh, very well, sir. [She goes out].PICKERING:He may not be a rascal, Higgins.HIGGINS:Nonsense. Of course he's a rascal.PICKERING:Whether he is or not, I'm afraid we shall have some trouble withhim.MRS. PEARCE:[at the door] Doolittle, sir. [She admits Doolittle and retires]. [Alfred Doolittle is an elderly but vigorous dustman, clad in the costume of his profession, including a hat with a back brim covering his neck and shoulders. He has well marked and rather interesting features, and seems equally free from fear and conscience. He has a remarkably expressive voice, the result of a habit of giving vent to his feelings without reserve. His present pose is that of wounded honor and stern resolution.]DOOLITTLE:[at the door, uncertain which of the two gentlemen is hisman] Professor Higgins?HIGGINS:Here. Good morning. Sit down.DOOLITTLE:Morning, Governor. [He sits down ] I come about a very seriousmatter, Governor.HIGGINS:[to Pickering] Brought up in Hounslow. Mother Welsh, I shouldthink.[Doolittle opens his mouth, amazed. Higgins continues] What do you want, Doolittle?DOOLITTLE:[menacingly] I want my daughter: that's what I want. See? HIGGINS:Of course you do. You're her father, aren't you? You don'tsuppose anyone else wants her, do you? I'm glad to see you have some spark of family feeling left. She's upstairs. Take her away atonce.DOOLITTLE:[rising, fearfully taken aback] What!HIGGINS:Take her away. Do you suppose I'm going to keep your daughterfor you?DOOLITTLE:[remonstrating] Now, now, look here, Governor. Is this reasonable?Is it fairity to take advantage of a man like this? The girl belongs to me. You got her. Where do I come in? [He sits down again]. HIGGINS:Your daughter had come to my house and ask me to teach herhow to speak properly so that she could get a place in a flower-shop. This gentleman and my housekeeper have been here all the time. [Bullying him] How dare you come here and attempt toblackmail me? You sent her here on purpose.DOOLITTLE:[protesting] No, Governor.HIGGINS:You must have. How else could you possibly know that she is here? DOOLITTLE:[“most musical, most melancholy”] I'll tell you, Governor, if you'llonly let me get a word in. I'm willing to tell you. I'm wanting to tell you. I'm waiting to tell youIGGINS:Pickering: this chap has a certain natural gift of lecturing. DOOLITTLE:It was like this, Governor. The girl sent a boy back for her luggage when she heard you was willing for her to stop here. I met the boy and knew where she was.HIGGINS:So you came to rescue her from worse than death, eh? DOOLITTLE:[appreciatively: relieved at being understood] Just so, Governor.That's right.PICKERING:But why did you bring her luggage if you intended to take heraway?DOOLITTLE:Have I said a word about taking her away? Have I now?[rising] No, Governor. Don't say that. I'm not the man to stand in my girl'slight. Here's a career opening for her, as you might say; and—HIGGINS:Mrs. Pearce: this is Eliza's father. He has come to take her away.Give her to him. [He goes back to the piano, with an air of washing his hands of the whole affair].DOOLITTLE:[To Higgins, who takes refuge on the piano bench, a little overwhelmed by the proximity of his visitor; for Doolittle has a professional flavor of dust about him].No. This is a misunderstanding. Listen here— Regarded in the light of a young woman, she's a fine handsome girl. All I ask is my rights as a father;and you're the last man alive to expect me to let her go for nothing; for I can see you're one of the straight sort, Governor.Well, what's a five pound note to you? And what's Eliza to me? [He returns to his chair and sits down judicially].PICKERING:I think you ought to know, Doolittle, that Mr. Higgins's intentionsare entirely honorable.DOOLITTLE:Course they are, Governor. If I thought they wasn't, I'd ask fifty.HIGGINS:[revolted] Do you mean to say, you rascal, that you would sellyour daughter for £50?DOOLITTLE:Don't say that, Governor. Don't look at it that way. What am I, Governors both? I ask you, what am I? I'm one of the undeserving poor: that's what I am.HIGGINS:Pickering: if we listen to this man another minute, we shall have no convictions left. [To Doolittle] Five pounds I think you said. DOOLITTLE:Thank you kindly, Governor.HIGGINS:You're sure you won't take ten?DOOLITTLE:Not now. Another time, Governor.HIGGINS:[handing him a five-pound note] Here you are.DOOLITTLE:Thank you, Governor. Good morning. [He hurries to the door,anxious to get away with his booty. When he opens it he isconfronted with a and clean young Japanese lady in a simple blue cotton kimono printed cunningly with small white jasmineblossoms. Mrs. Pearce is with her. He gets out of her waydeferentially and apologizes].Beg pardon, miss.THE JAPANESE LADY:Garn! Don't you know your own daughter?DOOLITTLE:Bly me! it's Eliza!HIGGINS:What's that! This!PICKERING:By Jove!exclaiming simultaneously。
PygmalionAct 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 of St. Paul's Church, where there are already several people. 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.A young man of twenty, in evening dress, opens his umbrella and dashes off onto the street to stop a passing taxi, but 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].THE FLOWER GIRL:[picking up her scattered flowers and replacing them in the basket] There's menners f' yer! Te-oo banches o voylets trod into the mad. [She sits down on the of the column, sortingher flowers, on the right of an old lady. 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 wearsa shoddy black coat that reaches nearly to her knees and isshaped 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 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 the daughter's retirement.]THE GENTLEMAN:Phew!The OLD LADY:[to the gentleman] Oh, sir, is there any sign of its stopping? THE GENTLEMAN:I'm afraid not. It started worse than ever about two minutesago. [He goes to the plinth beside the flower girl; puts up his foot on it; and stoops to turn down his trouser ends].THE OLD LADY:Oh, dear! [She retires sadly].THE FLOWER GIRL:[taking advantage of the military gentleman's proximity toestablish friendly relations with him]. If it's worse it's a sign it's nearly over. So cheer up, Captain; and buy a flower off a poor girl.THE GENTLEMAN:I'm sorry, I haven't any change.THE FLOWER GIRL:I can give you change, Captain,THE GENTLEMAN:For a sovereign? I've 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 don't be troublesome: there's a good girl. [Trying hispockets] I really haven't any change—Stop: here's threehapence, if that's any use to you [he retreats to the otherpillar].THE FLOWER GIRL:[disappointed, but thinking three halfpence better thannothing] 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 a flower for it. There's aman here behind taking down every word you're saying. [Allturn to the man who is taking notes].THE FLOWER GIRL:[springing up terrified] I ain't done nothing 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 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 Don't start hollerin. Who's hurting you? Nobody's going to touch you.What's the good of fussing? Steady on. Easy, easy, 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: What's the row? What she do? Where is 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, don't let him charge me. You dunno what it means to me. They'll take away my character and drive me on the streets for speaking to gentlemen. They—THE NOTE TAKER:[coming forward on her right, the rest crowding afterhim] There, there, there, there! Who's hurting you, you sillygirl? What do you take me for?THE FLOWER GIRL:[still hysterical] I take my Bible oath I never said a word—THE NOTE TAKER:[overbearing but good-humored] Oh, shut up, shut up. Do Ilook like a policeman?THE FLOWER GIRL:[far from reassured] Then what did you take down my words for? How do I know whether you took me down right? Youjust show me what you've wrote about me. [The note takeropens his book and holds it steadily under her nose, thoughthe pressure of the mob trying to read it over his shoulderswould upset a weaker man]. What's that? That ain't properwriting. I can't read that.THE NOTE TAKER:I can. [Reads, reproducing her pronunciation exactly]“Cheerap, Keptin; n' haw ya flahr orf a pore gel.”THE FLOWER GIRL:[much distressed] It's because I called him Captain. I meant no harm.[To the gentleman] Oh, sir, don't let him lay a chargeagen me for a word like that. You—THE GENTLEMAN:Charge! I make no charge. [To the note taker] Really, sir, ifyou are a detective, you need not begin protecting me until I ask you. Anybody could see that the girl meant no harm.THE BYSTANDERS GENERALLY:[demonstrating against police espionage] Course they could.What business is it of yours? You mind your own affairs. Girlnever said a word to him. What harm if she did? Nice thing a girl can't shelter from the rain without being insulted, etc., etc., etc. [She is conducted by the more sympatheticdemonstrators back to her plinth, where she resumes her seat and struggles with her emotion].THE BYSTANDER B:He ain't a tec. He's a blooming busybody: that's what he is. Itell you, look at his boots.THE NOTE TAKER:[turning on him ] And how are all your people down at Selsey? THE BYSTANDER B:[suspiciously] Who told you my people come from Selsey? THE NOTE TAKER:Never you mind. They did. [To the girl] How do you come tobe up so far east? You were born in Lisson Grove.THE FLOWER GIRL:[appalled] Oh, what harm is there in my leaving Lisson Grove?It wasn't fit for a pig to live in; and I had to pay four-and-six a week. [In tears] Oh, boo—hoo—oo—THE NOTE TAKER:Live where you like; but stop that noise.THE GENTLEMAN:[to the girl] Come, come! he can't touch you: you have a right to live where you please.THE FLOWER GIRL:[subsiding into a brooding melancholy over her basket, andtalking very low-spiritedly to herself] I'm a good girl, I am. THE BYSTANDER B:[not attending to her] Do you know where thisgentleman comes from?THE NOTE TAKER:Cheltenham, Harrow, Cambridge, and India.[Titterings. Popular interest in the note taker's performance increases.]THE GENTLEMAN:Quite right. [Great laughter. Reaction in the note taker's favor.Exclamations of He knows all about it. Told him proper. Hear him tell the where he come from? etc.]. May I ask, sir, do you do this for your living at a music hall?THE NOTE TAKER:I've thought of that. Perhaps I shall some day.[The rain has stopped; and the persons on the outside of the crowd begin to drop off.]THE FLOWER GIRL:[resenting the reaction] He's no gentleman, he ain't, to interfere with a poor girl.[still preoccupied with her wounded feelings] He'sno right to take away my character. My character is the same to me as any lady's.THE NOTE TAKER:I don't know whether you've noticed it; but the rain stoppedabout two minutes ago.THE BYSTANDER B:So it has. Why didn't you say so before? and us losing ourtime listening to your silliness. [He walks off. With somegrumbles, other bystanders also walk off the stage separately]. THE FLOWER GIRL:Poor girl! Hard enough for her to live without being worrited and chivied.THE GENTLEMAN:[returning to his former place on the note taker's left] How do you do it, if I may ask?THE NOTE TAKER:Simply phonetics. The science of speech. That's my profession;also my hobby. Happy is the man who can make a living byhis hobby! I can place any man within six miles. I can placehim within two miles in London. Sometimes within two streets. THE FLOWER GIRL:Ought to be ashamed of himself, unmanly coward!THE GENTLEMAN:But is there a living in that?THE NOTE TAKER:Oh yes. Quite a fat one. This is an age of upstarts. Men begin in Kentish Town with 80 pounds a year, and end in Park Lane with a hundred thousand. They want to drop Kentish Town;but they give themselves away every time they open theirmouths. Now I can teach them—THE FLOWER GIRL:Let him mind his own business and leave a poor girl—THE NOTE TAKER:[explosively] Woman: cease this horrible boohooing instantly;or else seek the shelter of some other place.THE FLOWER GIRL:[with feeble defiance] I've a right to be here if I like, same as you.THE NOTE TAKER:A woman who utters such depressing and disgusting soundshas no right to be anywhere—no right to live. Remember that you are a human being with a soul and the divine gift ofarticulate speech: that your native language is the language of Shakespear and Milton and The Bible; and don't sit there likea pigeon.THE FLOWER GIRL:[quite overwhelmed, and looking up at him in mingledwonder and deprecation without daring to raise herhead] Ah—ah— ah—ow—ow—oo!THE NOTE TAKER:[whipping out his book] Heavens! what a sound! [He writes;then holds out the book and reads, reproducing her vowelsexactly] Ah—ah—ah—ow—ow—ow—oo!THE FLOWER GIRL:[tickled by the performance, and laughing in spite ofherself] Garn!THE NOTE TAKER:You see this creature with her gutter English: the English that will keep her in the gutter to the end of her days. Well, sir, in three months I could pass that girl off as a duchess at anambassador's garden party. I could even get her a place aslady's maid or shop assistant, which requires better English.[The flower girl listens attentively and was shocked by hisremarks. She repeats with noticeable curiosity, “duchess”?“lady’s maid”? “shop assistant”? ]THE GENTLEMAN:I am myself a student of Indian dialects; and—THE NOTE TAKER:[eagerly] Are you? Do you know Colonel Pickering, the author of Spoken Indian Dialects?THE GENTLEMAN:I am Colonel Pickering. Who are you?THE NOTE TAKER:Henry Higgins, author of Higgins's Universal Alphabet. PICKERING:[with enthusiasm] I came from India to meet you.HIGGINS:I was going to India to meet you.PICKERING:Where do you live?HIGGINS:27A Wimpole Street. Come and see me tomorrow. PICKERING:I'm at the Carlton Hotel. Come with me now and let's have a talk over some supper.HIGGINS:Right you are.THE FLOWER GIRL:[to Pickering, as he passes her] Buy a flower, kind gentleman. PICKERING:I really haven't any change. I'm sorry [he goes away]. HIGGINS:[shocked at girl's ] Liar. You said you could change half-a-crown.THE FLOWER GIRL:[rising in desperation] You ought to be stuffed with nails, you ought.[Flinging the basket at his feet] Take the wholeblooming basket for sixpence.[The church clock strikes the second quarter.]HIGGINS:[hearing in it the voice of God, him for his to the poorgirl] A reminder. [He raises his hat solemnly; then throws ahandful of money into the basket and follows Pickering].THE FLOWER GIRL:[picking up a half-crown] Ah—ow—ooh! [Picking up a couple of florins]Aaah—ow—ooh! [Picking up several coins] Aaaaaah—ow—ooh![Picking up a ] Aaaaaaaaaaaah—ow—ooh!!![With ecstasy, the Flower Girl runs off the stage.End of Act 1 ]Act 2[Next day at 11 a.m. Higgins's laboratory in Wimpole Street. The middle of the room is clear. Besides the easy chair, the piano bench, and two chairs at the phonograph table, there is one stray chair. It stands near the fireplace. Pickering is seated at the table, putting down some cards and a tuning-fork which he has been using. Higgins is standing up near him, closing two or three file drawers that are hanging out. He appears in the morning light as a robust, vital, appetizing sort of man of forty or thereabouts, dressed in a professional-looking black frock-coat with a white linen collar and black silk tie. He is of the energetic, scientific type, heartily, even violently interested in everything that can be studied as a scientific subject, and careless about himself and other people, including their feelings. He is, in fact, but for his years and size, rather like a very impetuous baby “taking notice” eagerly and loudly, and requiring almost as much watching to keep him out of unintended mischief. His manner varies from genial bullying whenhe is in a good humor to stormy petulance when anything goes wrong; but he is so entirely frank and void of malice that he remains likeable even in his least reasonable moments.] HIGGINS:[as he shuts the last drawer] Well, I think that's the wholeshow.PICKERING:It's really amazing. I haven't taken half of it in, you know. HIGGINS:Would you like to go over any of it again?PICKERING:[rising and coming to the fireplace, where he plants himselfwith his back to the fire] No, thank you; not now. I'm quitedone up for this morning.HIGGINS:[Mrs. Pearce looks in: she is Higgins's housekeeper] What'sthe matter?MRS. PEARCE:[hesitating, evidently perplexed] A young woman wants to see you, sir.HIGGINS:A young woman! What does she want?MRS. PEARCE:Well, sir, she says you'll be glad to see her when you knowwhat she's come about. She's quite a common girl, sir. Verycommon indeed. I should have sent her away, only I thoughtperhaps you wanted her to talk into your machines. I hopeI've not done wrong; but really you see such queer peoplesometimes—you'll excuse me, I'm sure, sir—HIGGINS:Oh, that's all right, Mrs. Pearce. Has she an interesting accent? MRS. PEARCE:Oh, something dreadful, sir, really. I don't know how you can take an interest in it.HIGGINS:[to Pickering] Let's have her up. Show her up, Mrs. Pearce [he rushes across to his working table and picks out a cylinder to use on the].MRS. PEARCE:[only half resigned to it] Very well, sir. It's for you to say. [She goes downstairs].HIGGINS:This is rather a bit of luck. I'll show you how I make records.We'll set her talking; and I'll take it down --MRS. PEARCE:[returning] This is the young woman, sir.[The flower girl enters in state. She has a hat with three ostrich feathers, orange, sky-blue, and red. She has a nearly clean apron, and the shoddy coat has been tidied a little. The of this figure, with its innocent vanity and consequential air, touches Pickering, who has already straightened himself in the presence of Mrs. Pearce. But as to Higgins, the only distinction he makes betweenmen and women is that when he is neither bullying nor exclaiming to the heavens against some featherweight cross, he coaxes women as a child coaxes its nurse when it wants to get anything out of her.]HIGGINS:[brusquely, recognizing her with unconcealed disappointment, and at once, babylike, making an intolerable grievance ofit] Why, this is the girl I jotted down last night. She's no use:I've got all the records I want of the Lisson Grove lingo; andI'm not going to waste another cylinder on it.[To the girl] Beoff with you: I don't want you.THE FLOWER GIRL:Don't you be so saucy. You ain't heard what I come foryet. [To Mrs. Pearce, who is waiting at the door for furtherinstruction] Did you tell him I come in a taxi?MRS. PEARCE:Nonsense, girl! what do you think a gentleman like Mr.Higgins cares what you came in?THE FLOWER GIRL:Oh, we are proud! He ain't above giving lessons, not him: Iheard him say so. Well, I ain't come here to ask for anycompliment; and if my money's not good enough I can goelsewhere.HIGGINS:Good enough for what?THE FLOWER GIRL:Good enough for ye—oo. Now you know, don't you? I'mcome to have lessons, I am. And to pay for em too: make no mistake.HIGGINS:[stupent] WELL!!! [Recovering his breath with a gasp] What do you expect me to say to you?THE FLOWER GIRL:Well, if you was a gentleman, you might ask me to sit down, I think. Don't I tell you I'm bringing you business? HIGGINS:Pickering: shall we ask this baggage to sit down or shall wethrow her out of the window?THE FLOWER GIRL:[running away in terror to the piano, where she turns atbay] Ah—ah—ah—ow—ow—ow—oo! [Wounded andwhimpering] I won't be called a baggage when I've offered to pay like any lady.[Motionless, the two men stare at her from the other side of the room, amazed.]PICKERING:[gently] What is it you want, my girl?THE FLOWER GIRL:I want to be a lady in a flower shop stead of selling at thecorner of Tottenham Court Road. But they won't take meunless I can talk more genteel. He said he could teach me.Well, here I am ready to pay him—not asking any favor—and he treats me as if I was dirt.MRS. PEARCE:How can you be such a foolish ignorant girl as to think youcould afford to pay Mr. Higgins?THE FLOWER GIRL:Why shouldn't I? I know what lessons cost as well as you do;and I'm ready to pay.HIGGINS:What's your name?THE FLOWER GIRL:Liza Doolittle.HIGGINS:[declaiming gravely] Eliza, Elizabeth, Betsy and Bess,They went to the woods to get a birds nes':PICKERING:They found a nest with four eggs in it:HIGGINS:They took one apiece, and left three in it.[They laugh heartily at their own wit.]LIZA:Oh, don't be silly.MRS. PEARCE:You mustn't speak to the gentleman like that.LIZA:Well, why won't he speak sensible to me?HIGGINS:Come back to business. How much do you propose to payme for the lessons?LIZA:Oh, I know what's right. A lady friend of mine gets Frenchlessons for eighteenpence an hour from a real Frenchgentleman. Well, you wouldn't have the face to ask me thesame for teaching me my own language as you would forFrench; so I won't give more than a shilling. Take it or leave it. HIGGINS:[walking up and down the room, rattling his keys and his cash in his pockets] You know, Pickering, if you consider a shilling, not as a simple shilling, but as a percentage of this girl'sincome, it works out as fully equivalent to sixty orseventy from a millionaire.PICKERING:How so?HIGGINS:Figure it out. A millionaire has about 150 pounds a day. Sheearns about.LIZA:[haughtily] Who told you I only—HIGGINS:[continuing] She offers me two-fifths of her day's income for a lesson. Two-fifths of a millionaire's income for a day would besomewhere about 60 pounds. It's handsome. By George, it'senormous! it's the biggest offer I ever had.LIZA:[rising, terrified] Sixty pounds! What are you talking about? I never offered you sixty pounds. Where would I get—HIGGINS:Hold your tongue.LIZA:[weeping] But I ain't got sixty pounds. Oh—MRS. PEARCE:Don't cry, you silly girl. Sit down. Nobody is going to touchyour money.HIGGINS:Somebody is going to touch you, with a broomstick, if youdon't stop snivelling. Sit down.PICKERING:Higgins: I'm interested. What about the ambassador's garden party? I'll say you're the greatest teacher alive if you makethat good. I'll bet you all the expenses of the experiment you can't do it. And I'll pay for the lessons.HIGGINS:[carried away] Yes: in six months—in three if she has a good ear and a quick tongue—I'll take her anywhere and pass her off as anything. We'll start today: now! this moment! Take her away and clean her, Mrs. Pearce. Monkey Brand, if it won'tcome off any other way. Is there a good fire in the kitchen?MRS. PEARCE:[protesting]. Yes; but—HIGGINS:[storming on] Take all her clothes off and burn them. Ring up Whiteley or somebody for new ones. Wrap her up in brownpaper till they come.LIZA:You're no gentleman, you're not, to talk of such things. I'm agood girl, I am; and I know what the like of you are, I do. MRS. PEARCE:But I've no place to put her.HIGGINS:Put her in the dustbin.LIZA:Ah—ah—ah—ow—ow—oo!MRS. PEARCE [dragging Eliza off with Eliza struggling a while]: Good girl! Don’t be frightened. We won’t hurt you for sure. [Mrs. Pearce and Eliza exit!]PICKERING:Oh come, Higgins! be reasonable. Although I am interested in this experiment, all I propose is that we should be kind to this poor girl. We need to help her to prepare and fit herself for her new station in life. We can't take a girl up like that as if we were picking up a pebble on the beach. [He continues with hesitation less he should hurt Higgins’s feelings.] Excuse the straight question, Higgins. Are you a man of good character where women are concerned?[moodily] Have you ever met a man of good character where women are concerned?PICKERING:Yes: very frequently.HIGGINS:[dogmatically, lifting himself on his hands to the level of thepiano, and sitting on it with a bounce] Well, I haven't. I findthat the moment I let a woman make friends with me, shebecomes jealous, exacting, suspicious, and a damned nuisance.I find that the moment I let myself make friends with awoman, I become selfish and tyrannical. Women upseteverything.[Mrs. Pearce returns.]MRS. PEARCE:If you please, sir, the trouble's beginning already. There's adustman downstairs, Alfred Doolittle, wants to see you. Hesays you have his daughter here.PICKERING:[rising] Phew! I say! [He retreats to the hearthrug]. HIGGINS:[promptly] Send the rascal up.MRS. PEARCE [embarrassed]:Oh, very well, sir. [She goes out].PICKERING:He may not be a rascal, Higgins.Nonsense. Of course he's a rascal.PICKERING:Whether he is or not, I'm afraid we shall have some trouble with him.MRS. PEARCE:[at the door] Doolittle, sir. [She admits Doolittle and retires]. [Alfred Doolittle is an elderly but vigorous dustman, clad in the costume of his profession, including a hat with a back brim covering his neck and shoulders. He has well marked and rather interesting features, and seems equally free from fear and conscience. He has a remarkably expressive voice, the result of a habit of giving vent to his feelings without reserve. His present pose is that of wounded honor and stern resolution.] DOOLITTLE:[at the door, uncertain which of the two gentlemen is hisman] Professor Higgins?HIGGINS:Here. Good morning. Sit down.DOOLITTLE:Morning, Governor. [He sits down ] I come about a veryserious matter, Governor.HIGGINS:[to Pickering] Brought up in Hounslow. Mother Welsh, Ishould think.[Doolittle opens his mouth, amazed. Higginscontinues] What do you want, Doolittle?DOOLITTLE:[menacingly] I want my daughter: that's what I want. See? HIGGINS:Of course you do. You're her father, aren't you? You don'tsuppose anyone else wants her, do you? I'm glad to see you have some spark of family feeling left. She's upstairs. Take her away at once.DOOLITTLE:[rising, fearfully taken aback] What!HIGGINS:Take her away. Do you suppose I'm going to keep yourdaughter for you?DOOLITTLE:[remonstrating] Now, now, look here, Governor. Is thisreasonable? Is it fairity to take advantage of a man like this?The girl belongs to me. You got her. Where do I come in? [He sits down again].HIGGINS:Your daughter had come to my house and ask me to teachher how to speak properly so that she could get a place in a flower-shop. This gentleman and my housekeeper have been here all the time. [Bullying him] How dare you come here and attempt to blackmail me? You sent her here on purpose. DOOLITTLE:[protesting] No, Governor.HIGGINS:You must have. How else could you possibly know that she is here?DOOLITTLE:[“most musical, most melancholy”] I'll tell you, Governor, ifyou'll only let me get a word in. I'm willing to tell you. I'mwanting to tell you. I'm waiting to tell youIGGINS:Pickering: this chap has a certain natural gift of lecturing. DOOLITTLE:It was like this, Governor. The girl sent a boy back for herluggage when she heard you was willing for her to stop here.I met the boy and knew where she was.HIGGINS:So you came to rescue her from worse than death, eh? DOOLITTLE:[appreciatively: relieved at being understood] Just so,Governor. That's right.PICKERING:But why did you bring her luggage if you intended to takeher away?DOOLITTLE:Have I said a word about taking her away? Have Inow?[rising] No, Governor. Don't say that. I'm not the man to stand in my girl's light. Here's a career opening for her, as you might say; and—HIGGINS:Mrs. Pearce: this is Eliza's father. He has come to take heraway. Give her to him. [He goes back to the piano, with an air of washing his hands of the whole affair].DOOLITTLE:[To Higgins, who takes refuge on the piano bench, a little overwhelmed by the proximity of his visitor; for Doolittle has a professional flavor of dust about him].No. This is a misunderstanding. Listen here—Regarded in the light of a young woman, she's a fine handsome girl. All I ask is my rights as a father; and you're the last man alive to expect me to let her go for nothing; for I can see you're one of the straight sort, Governor. Well, what's a five pound note to you?And what's Eliza to me? [He returns to his chair and sits down judicially].PICKERING:I think you ought to know, Doolittle, that Mr. Higgins'sintentions are entirely honorable.DOOLITTLE:Course they are, Governor. If I thought they wasn't, I'd askfifty.HIGGINS:[revolted] Do you mean to say, you rascal, that you wouldsell your daughter for £50?DOOLITTLE:Don't say that, Governor. Don't look at it that way. What am I, Governors both? I ask you, what am I? I'm one of the undeserving poor: that's what I am.HIGGINS:Pickering: if we listen to this man another minute, we shallhave no convictions left. [To Doolittle] Five pounds I think you said.DOOLITTLE:Thank you kindly, Governor.HIGGINS:You're sure you won't take ten?DOOLITTLE:Not now. Another time, Governor.HIGGINS:[handing him a five-pound note] Here you are. DOOLITTLE:Thank you, Governor. Good morning. [He hurries to the door, anxious to get away with his booty. When he opens it he isconfronted with a and clean young Japanese lady in a simple blue cotton kimono printed cunningly with small whitejasmine blossoms. Mrs. Pearce is with her. He gets out of her way deferentially and apologizes].Beg pardon, miss.THE JAPANESE LADY:Garn! Don't you know your own daughter? DOOLITTLE:Bly me! it's Eliza!。
PYGMALION [Extract] (by George Bernard Shaw)Main idea of the gut ：Eliza is a flower girl with a tongue ofvery harsh English to the upper society. Professor Higgins is aphilologian with lordliness. His friend Pickering bet to himthat if Higgins enable Eliza to ambassador's party which willhold six months later as a ladyship without anybody exposureher true status, then , Pickering would pay for all theexperiment fees and the schooling fee of Eliza.Scene1Background: at night 11:15. Raining [Sound of Rain] [Cab]Pedestrians are running for shelter.Actor: Mother Freddy Eliza the gentleman A Sarcastic Bystanderthe Note Taker two other bystandersMother[On her son's right]Freddy, go and find a cab. Do you want me to catch pneumonia?FreddyAll right, I'll get one. [Freddy rushes in out of the rain from the Southampton Street side; He opens his umbrella and dashes off, but comes into collision with Eliza, who is hurrying in for shelter, knocking her basket out of herhands. A blinding flash of lightning, followed instantly by a rattling peal of thunder, orchestrates the incident] [Thunder].ElizaLook where you're going, dear! Look where you're going!FreddyI'm so sorry.[He rushes off].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. [She sits down on the plinth of the column, sorting her flowers, on the lady's right. Talk to the mother]He's your son, is he? If you'd done your duty., you wouldn't let him spoil a poor girl's flowers and run away without paying.Mother (walk towards to the other side)Go about your business, my girl.Eliza[Still sits down on the plinth of the column,]And you wouldn't go off without paying, either. [Here comes a gentleman .He goes to the plinth beside Eliza]Two bunches o' violets trod in the mud.Mother (turn to the gentleman)Sir, is there any sign of it stopping?The gentlemanI'm afraid not. It's worse than before.If it's worse, it's a sign it's nearly over. [Taking advantage of the military gentleman's proximity to establish friendly relations with him].Cheer up, captain! Buy a flower off a poor girl.The GentlemanI'm sorry, I haven't any change.ElizaI can change half a crown. [The Gentleman trying his pockets]Oh, yes. Here's three pence,[He retreats to the other pillar].Take this for tuppence (Speak at the same time)Eliza [disappointed, but thinking three halfpence better than nothing]Thank you, sir.A Sarcastic Bystander [to the girl]You be careful. Better give him a flower for it. There's a bloke here behind that pillar .taking' down every blessed word you're saying'.[All turn to the man who is taking notes].Eliza[Springing up terrified]I have done nothing wrong by speaking to the gentleman. I've a right to sell flowers if I keep off the curb. [Hysterically] I' m a respectable girl, so help me!Bystander A- What's the blooming noise?Bystander B- A tec is taking her down.I'm making an honest living. [Breaking through them to the gentleman, crying wildly] Sir, don't let him charge me. They’ll take away m y character and drive me on the streets, for speaking' to a gentleman...The Note Taker[Coming forward on her right, the rest crowding after him]There, there. Who's hurting you, silly girl? What'd you take me for?Eliza [still hysterical]On my Bible oath, I never spoke a word.The Note Taker [overbearing but good-humored]Oh, shut up! Do I look like a policeman?Eliza [far from reassured]Then what did you take down my words for? Just show me what you have written about me. [The note taker opens his book and holds it steadily under her nose]. What is that? That is not proper writing, I can't read it.The Note TakerI can. [Reads, reproducing her pronunciation exactly] "Cheer ap, Keptin; n' baw ya flahr orf a pore gel."Eliza [much distressed]It's because I called him Captain.! I meant no harm. [To the gentleman] Oh, sir, don’t let him lay a charge on… [Close-up of Eliza.]The GentlemanCharge? I'll make no charge. [To the note taker] Really, sir, if you are a detective, you need not protect me against the young women until I ask you. She meant no harm.The Note TakerAll right! [To the girl] How do you come to be up so far east? You were born in Lisson Grove.Eliza[Appalled] Oh, what harm is there in my leaving Lisson Grove? It was not fit for a pig to live in! [In tears] Oh, boo--ouThe Note Taker(Interrupt her)Live where you like; but stop that noise.The GentlemanCome, come! You have a right to live where you please.Eliza[Subsiding into a brooding melancholy over her basket, and talking very low-spiritedly to herself]I'm a good girl, I am.The Note Taker"Look at her, a prisoner of the gutters". Condemned by every word she utters” By right she should be taken out and hung"Eliza[Quite overwhelmed, and looking up at him in mingled wonder anddeprecation without daring to raise her head]Ah-ah-ah-ow-ow-ow-oo!The Note TakerHeavens! What a sound! You hear this creature with her poor English: the English that will keep her in the gutter to the end of her days. [To the Gentleman]Well, sir, in three months I could pass that girl off as a duchess at an ambassador's garden party. I could even get her a place as lady's maid or shop assistant, which requires better English.ElizaOh you don’t believe it, sir?Pickering(Thinking) Hmm, I'm interested. What about a bet for the ambassador's garden party? [Show the check] I'll pay all the expenses of the experiment if you make that good.ElizaReally ? Oh, you are so kind, Captain!Higgins[Tempted, looking at her] It's almost irresistible. Yes! In six months , f she has a good ear and a quick tongue -- I'll take her anywhere and pass her off as anything. We shall get start--tomorrow! [3’24”]Scene2Monologue: The next day, Mr. Higgins begins to teach Eliza English. HIGGINS :All right, Eliza, say it again.！Eliza: [Reading word by word] "The rine in Spine...stais minely in the pline!" HIGGINS:"The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain."Eliza:Didn't I saiy that?HIGGINS: No, Eliza, you didn't "saiy" that. You didn't even "say" that. [Impatiently] All right! Let’s try a simple one. Say “a cup of tea”. Eliza: A Cuppatea.HIGGINS: No! "A cup of tea." [To Pickering, back against Eliza] It's awfully good cake. I wonder where Mrs. Pearce gets it.Pickering: First rate. And those strawberry tarts are delicious. [To Eliza]Did you try the pline cake?HIGGINS: [Raises his voice] Try it again.Pickering: -Did you try the-HIGGINS:[Speaking loudly to Pickering] Pickering! Again, Eliza.Eliza: Cuppatea .HIGGINS:Oh, no. [Turn his head to Eliza]Can't you hear the difference? [Turn his body to Eliza] Look, put your tongue forward until it squeezes on the top of your lower teeth. And then say "cup." Then say "of." Then say "cup, cup, cup, cup, of, of, of, of."Eliza: [off and on]"cup, cup, cup, cup, of, of, of, of. …."Pickering:[At the same time] By Jove, Higgins, that was a nice tea. You finish the last strawberry tart. I couldn't eat another thing. [Eliza look at them eagerly ]HIGGINS: -I couldn't touch it.Pickering: -Shame to waste it.HIGGINS:Oh, it won't be wasted. I know somebody who's fond of strawberry tarts. [Eliza is eagerly and happy but Higgins take the cake to a bird]Eliza: Oooooh!HIGGINS: [Smiled triumphantly.] Do you want to eat some, Eliza? [Eliza: ooh,] Come here--Ah—[Eliza open her mouth, Higgins take one marble into her mouth, she is confused Higgins take marbles into her mouth as saying [one, two, three, six marbles]] OK, enough. I want you to read this "The rain in Spain......stays mainly in the plain” Clearly!Eliza:"The rain in Spain......stays….. mainly ….in the plain."[She spit it out and wants to give up] I can't! I'm so tired!Higgins:[Touching his forehead]I know you're tired. I know your nerves are as raw as meat in a butcher's window. But just think what you're trying to accomplish. (he sit down besides Eliza in the right) The majesty and grandeur of the English language....It's the greatest possession we have. And that's what you've set yourself out to conquer,Eliza. And conquer it you will. (Higgins...) Now try it again.Eliza (think about the word Higgins said, and determined to spell it well. She speak slowly)"The rain in Spain......stays mainly in the plain."Higgins: (Higgins was quite surprised that Eliza spelled very correctly.) What was that?Eliza: (to Higgins)"The rain in Spain......stays mainly in the plain."Higgins:"By George, she's got it.! By George, she's got itEliza: "The rain in Spain......stays mainly in the plain." [6’30”] [Music] [Their actions are still to be designed]Scene 3Monologue: 6 months later, at ambassador's garden party.A guard: Sir Guy and Lady Scot-Auckland. 盖伊爵士和斯科特奥克兰夫人The Count and Countess Demerea 迪梅鲁伯爵和伯爵夫人u.The Viscount and Viscountess Hillyard. 希尔雅德子爵和子爵夫人Mr. and Mrs. Richard Lanser. 理查兰舍先生和夫人Miss Eliza Doolittle, Colonel Pickering., and Professor Higgins. 伊莱莎杜利特小姐，皮克林上校和希金斯教授[When Eliza came in, all the people are astonished by her beauty and are discussing ]Mr. Richard Lanser:Good evening, Colonel.Pickering :-Good evening.Mrs. Richard Lanser: What an charming young lady you have with you . Well, who is she?Pickering: Oh, a cousin of mine. And this is Professor Higgins.Lady Scot-Auckland: Such a faraway looks, as if she's always lived in a garden.Higgins: So she has. ...a sort of garden. [Pickering and Higgins are talking to other gentlemen][At the moment, the queen and the prince arrive ]A guard: Her Majesty, the Queen of Transylvania.....and His Royal Highness Prince Gregor.[All people stop talking and dancing][Prince discuss something to queen in secret]Queen of Transylvania: Mr. Pickering,[Pickering walk to the queen ]who is the charming girl?Pickering: She’ my cousin , her majesty. [Suggested Eliza to come] Eliza: Good evening, Miss Doolittle, Madam.the Queen of Transylvania: Miss Doolittle, my son would like to dance withyou.[ the Prince of Transylvania asked to meet her and gave his arm to lead her to the floor]Pickering: [to Higgins] You did it ,you did it! A total success!Higgins:[Smiles triumphantly]What shall I say, Pickering? It was an immense achievement! Hahahaha...![Music][People begin their dancing] [8’]Scene4Monologue: After the party , they went back ，wild with joy.Higgins&Pickering:(On arrival) Hahaha... (Both of them sit down joyfully, ignoring Eliza)Pickering: Absolutely fantastic!Higgins: A lot of foolish men!Pickering: Higgins, you were absolutely great! Now you win the bet! (Take out a piece of check) The check now belongs to you!Higgins: (Mrs. Pearce lit a cigarette for him) The silly people don't know their own silly business. (To Mrs Pearce)Mrs. Pearce, you should have heard the 'oohs' and 'aahs'! Everyone wondering who she was.Pickering: And you should get a medal, or be even made a knight!Higgins:[Quite satisfied with himself] Well, thank God, that's over. Now I cango to bed without dreading tomorrow.Mrs. Pearce: Good night, Mr. Higgins. (She goes away)Pickering: Good night, my old man! (He leaves)Higgins:Good night! [About to leave] Eliza, put out the lights.(He goes upstairs)[Eliza turns off the light in blue, sobbing] [8’50”]Higgins[Appears suddenly] Ah, where the hell is my slippers?Eliza[Irritated, casts the slippers at him] Here are your slippers! Take your slippers and may you never have good luck with them.HigginsWhat's the matter? Is anything wrong?ElizaNo, nothing's wrong with you. I won your bet for you, haven't I? That's enough for you! I don't matter, I suppose?HigginsYou won my bet? Oh Heavens, I won it!Eliza[Fires her questions painfully] I could kill you, you selfish brute! Why didn't you leave me where I was? You thank God it's all over. Now you can throw me back again! Do you? [She threw herself at Higgins]HigginsClaws in, you cat!How dare you show your temper to me? Sit down and be quiet!Eliza(Falls to the sofa and sobs) What's to become of me?HigginsHow do I know what's to become of you?ElizaYou don't care. I know you don't care! You wouldn't care if I was dead. I'm nothing to you. Not as much as your slippers.HigginsMy slippers ? Why have you suddenly begun going on like this? Do you mean that I have treated you badly?ElizaNo.HigginsWell, I'm glad to hear that. Perhaps you're tired after the strain of the day. [He walks to the table and fetches a tray of chocolate] Would you have a chocolate? ElizaNo! [But with politeness] Thank you.HigginsNow listen to me, Eliza. Nothing's wrong. Nobody's hurting you. Go to bed andsleep it off. Have a little cry and say your prayers. You'll feel much more comfortable.ElizaOh, where am I to go? What am I to do? And what's to become of me? HigginsI wouldn't worry about that if I were you, Eliza. I'm sure you won't have any difficulty in settling yourself somewhere . [] You might marry, you know. Most men are the marrying sort, poor devils. You're not bad-looking. I daresay, my mother might find some fellow who would do very well.ElizaI sold flowers, I don’t sell myself!HigginsWhat about the old idea of a flower shop? I'm sure Pickering would help you. He's got lots of money. [Yawning, eager to leave]Well, I must be off to bed. I'm really sleepy.ElizaBefore you go, sir. [Take off her jewelry] Will you take these to your room and keep them safe? I don't want to be accused of stealing.HigginsStealing?ElizaI'm sorry. I'm a common, ignorant girl .and in my station I have to be careful.The ring , you bought for me in Bright, I don't want it now. There can't be any feelings between the likes of you and the likes of me. It’ s time to bid you adieu. [Down falls the curtain][The end]。
-男仆:Your name, please? Your name, miss?-Eliza ：My name is of no concern to you whatsoever.-Mrs. Pearce：One moment, please.-Eliza ：London is gettin' so dirty these days.-Mrs. Pearce： I'm Mrs. Pearce, the housekeeper. Can I help you?-Eliza ：Good morning, missus. I'd like to see the professor, please. -Mrs. Pearce：Could you tell me what it's about?-Eliza ：It's business of a personal nature.-Mrs. Pearce：One moment, please.-Mrs. Pearce：Mr. Higgins?-Mr. Higgins What is it, Mrs. Pearce?There's a young woman who wants to see you, sir.A young woman?What does she want?She's quite a common girl, sir. Very common indeed.I should've sent her away, only I thought......you wanted her to talk into your machine.-Has she an interesting accent? -Simply ghastly.-Professor Higgins：Good. Let's have her in. Show her in, Mrs. Pearce. This is rather a bit of luck. I'll show you how I make records.We'll set her talking, then I'll take her down first in Bell's Visible Speech......then in broad Romic. Then we'll get her on the phonograph... ...so you can turn her on when you want with the written transcript before you.This is the young woman, sir.Good mornin', my good man.Might I 'ave a word with you?Oh, no. This is the girl I jotted down last night.She's no use. I got the records I want of the Lisson Grove lingo.I won't waste another cylinder on that.Be off with you. I don't want you.Don't be so saucy. You ain't 'eard what I come for yet.Did you tell 'im I come in a taxi?Nonsense. Do you think a gentleman like Mr. Higgins cares......what you came in?Oh, we are proud.He ain't above givin' lessons, not 'im. I 'eard 'im say so.I ain't come here to ask for any compliment......and if my money's not good enough, I can go elsewhere.Good enough for what?Good enough for you.Now you know, don't ya? I'm come to 'ave lessons.And to pay for 'em, too, make no mistake.Well!And what do you expect me to say?Well, if you was a gentleman, you might ask me to sit down, I think. Don't I tell you I'm bringin' you business?Should we ask this baggage to sit down......or shall we just throw her out of the window?I won't be called a baggage. Not when I've offered to pay like any lady. What do you want, my girl?I want to be a lady in a flow'r shop......'stead of sellin' at the corner of Tottenham Court Road.But they won't take me unless I can talk more genteel.He said 'e could teach me.Well, 'ere I am ready to pay 'im.Not asking any favor and he treats me as if I was dirt.I know what lessons cost as well as you do and I'm ready to pay.How much?Now you're talkin'.I thought you'd come off it for a chance to get back......a bit of what you chucked at me last night.You'd had a drop in, 'adn't you?Sit down.-If you're goin' t' make a compliment of it-- -Sit down!Sit down, girl. Do as you're told.What's your name?Eliza Doolittle.Won't you sit down, Miss Doolittle?I don't mind if I do.How much do you propose to pay me for these lessons?Oh, I know what's right.My lady friend gets French lessons for 18 pence an hour......from a real French gentleman.You wouldn't have the face to ask me the same......for teachin' me my own language as you would for French.I won't give more than a shillin'. Take it or leave it.Do you know, Pickering, if you think of a shilling......not as a simple shilling, but as a percentage of this girl's income... ...it works out as fully equivalent of......60 or 70 pounds from a millionaire.By George, it's enormous. It's the biggest offer I ever had.Sixty pounds? What are you talkin' about? Where would I get 60 pounds? -I never offered you 60 pounds! -Hold your tongue!But I ain't got 60 pounds!Don't cry, silly girl. Sit down. Nobody's going to touch your money. Somebody'll touch you with a broomstick if you don't stop sniveling.Sit down!Anybody'd think you was my father!If I decide to teach you, I'll be worse than two fathers to you. Here.What's this for?To wipe your eyes. To wipe any part of your face that feels moist. Remember, that's your handkerchief and that's your sleeve.Don't confuse one with the other, if you want to become a lady in a shop. It's no use to talk to her like that. She doesn't understand you. Give the 'andkerchief to me. He give it to me, not to you!Higgins, I'm interested.What about your boast......you could pass her off as a duchess at the Embassy Ball?I'll say you're the greatest teacher alive if you do that.I'll bet you all the expenses of the experiment that you can't do it. I'll even pay for the lessons.You're real good. Thank ye, Capt'n.It's almost irresistible.She's so deliciously low.So horribly dirty.I ain't dirty! I washed my face an' hands before I come, I did.I'll take it. I'll make a duchess of this draggle-tailed guttersnipe. We'll start today. This moment. Take her away and clean her. Sandpaper, if it won't come off. Is there a fire in the kitchen?Take her clothes off and burn them and order some new ones.Just wrap her in brown paper till they come.You're no gentleman, you're not, to talk o' such things.I'm a good girl, I am.And I know what the likes of you are, I do.We want none of your slum prudery here, young woman.You've got to learn to behave like a duchess.Take her away, Mrs. Pearce. If she gives you any trouble, wallop her. I'll call the police, I will.I've got no place to put her.Well, put her in the dustbin.Come, Higgins, be reasonable.You must be reasonable, Mr. Higgins, you must.You can't walk over everybody like this.I?Walk over everybody?My dear Mrs. Pearce, my dear Pickering, I had no intention of walking over anybody.I merely suggested we should be kind to this poor girl.I didn't express myself clearly because I didn't wish to hurt her delicacy......or yours.But, sir, you can't take a girl up like that......as if you were picking up a pebble on the beach.Why not?Why not? But you don't know anything about her.What about her parents? She may be married.Garn!There. As the girl very properly says, '"garn! '"Who'd marry me?By George, Eliza......the streets will be strewn with the bodies of men......shooting themselves for your sake before I'm done with you.I'm goin'.He's off his chump, he is. I don't want no balmies teachin' me. Mad? All right, Mrs. Pearce, don't order those new clothes.-Throw her out. -Stop! I won't allow it.Go home to your parents, girl.I ain't got no parents.She ain't got no parents. What's the fuss?Nobody wants her. She's no use to anyone but me. Take her upstairs! What's to become of her? ls she to be paid anything?Do be sensible, sir.What'd she do with money? She'll have food and clothes.She'll drink if you give her money.You are a brute! It's a lie!Nobody ever saw the sign o' liquor on me.Sir, you're a gentleman. Don't let 'im speak to me like that!Does it occur to you, Higgins, the girl has some feelings?No, I don't think so. No feelings we need worry about.Well, have you, Eliza?I got me feelings same as anyone else.Mr. Higgins, I must know on what terms the girl is to be here.What'll become of her when you've finished teaching?You must look ahead a little, sir.What'll become of her if we leave her in the gutter, Mrs. Pearce? That's her own business, not yours, Mr. Higgins.When I'm done, we'll throw her back.Then it'll be her own business again. That'll be all right, won't it? You've no feelin' 'eart in ya!You don't care for nothin' but yourself.I've 'ad enough of this. I'm goin'!You ought to be ashamed of yourself!Have some chocolates, Eliza.'Ow do I know what might be in 'em?I've 'eard of girls bein' drugged by the likes o' you.Pledge of good faith.I'll take one half.And you take the other.You'll have boxes of them, barrels of them every day.You'll live on them, eh?I wouldn't 've ate it, only I'm too ladylike to take it out o' me mouth. Think of it, Eliza. Think of chocolates, and taxis......and gold and diamonds.I don't want no gold and no diamonds. I'm a good girl, I am. Higgins, I really must interfere. Mrs. Pearce is quite right.If this girl will put herself in your hands for six months......for an experiment in teaching, she must understand thoroughly what she's doing.You are to stay here for the next six months......learning how to speak beautifully like a lady in a florist shop.If you're good and do what you're told, you'll sleep in a proper bedroom... ...have lots to eat, money to buy chocolates and take rides in taxis. But if you are naughty and idle......you'll sleep in the kitchen amongst the black beetles......and be walloped by Mrs. Pearce with a broomstick.At the end of six months, you shall be taken to Buckingham Palace... ...in a carriage, beautifully dressed.If the king finds out that you are not a lady......the police will take you to the Tower of London where your head will be cut off......as a warning to other presumptuous flower girls.But if you are not found out, you shall have a present of......seven and six to start life with as a lady in a shop.If you refuse this offer......you will be the most ungrateful, wicked girl......and the angels will weep for you!Are you satisfied, Pickering?I don't understand what you're talking about.Could I put it more plainly or fairly, Mrs. Pearce?Come with me.That's right. Bundle her off to the bathroom.You're a great bully, you are!I won't stay here if I don't like it. I won't let nobody wallop me! Don't answer back, girl.I've always been a good girl, I 'ave.In six months...in three, if she has a good ear and a quick tongue......l'll take her anywhere and I'll pass her off as anything. I'll make a queen of that barbarous wretch!。
PygmalionAct 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 underout 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.A young man of twenty, in evening dress, opens his umbrella and dashes off onto the street to stop a passing taxi, but 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].THE FLOWER GIRL:[picking up her scattered flowers and replacing them in the basket] There's 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 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 compared 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].[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 the daughter's retirement.]THE GENTLEMAN:Phew!The OLD LADY:[to the gentleman] Oh, sir, is there any sign of its stopping?THE GENTLEMAN:I'm afraid not. It started worse than ever about two minutes ago. [He goes to theplinth beside the flower girl; puts up his foot on it; and stoops to turn down histrouser ends].THE OLD LADY:Oh, dear! [She retires sadly].THE FLOWER GIRL:[taking advantage of the military gentleman's proximity to establish friendly relations with him]. If it's worse it's a sign it's nearly over. So cheer up, Captain; and buy aflower off a poor girl.THE GENTLEMAN:I'm sorry, I haven't any change.THE FLOWER GIRL:I can give you change, Captain,THE GENTLEMAN:For a sovereign? I've nothing less.THE FLOWER GIRL:Garn! Oh do buy a flower off me, Captain. I can change half-a-crown. Take this fortuppence.THE GENTLEMAN:Now don't be troublesome: there's a good girl. [Trying his pockets] I really haven'tany change—Stop: here's three hapence, if that's any use to you [he retreats to theother 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 a flower for it. There's a man here behindtaking down every word you're saying. [All turn to the man who is taking notes]. THE FLOWER GIRL:[springing up terrified] I ain't done nothing wrong by speaking to the gentleman. I'vea right to sell flowers if I keep off the kerb. [Hysterically]I'm a respectable girl: sohelp 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 Don't start hollerin. Who's hurting you? Nobody's going to touch you. What's the good of fussing? Steady on. Easy, easy, 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: What's the row?What she do? Where is 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, don't let him charge me. Youdunno what it means to me. They'll take away my character and drive me on the streets for speaking to gentlemen. They—THE NOTE TAKER:[coming forward on her right, the rest crowding after him] There, there, there, there!Who's 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 word—THE NOTE TAKER:[overbearing but good-humored] Oh, shut up, shut up. Do I look like a policeman? THE FLOWER GIRL:[far from reassured] Then what did you take down my words for? How do I knowwhether you took me down right? You just show me what you've wrote aboutme. [The note taker opens his book and holds it steadily under her nose, though thepressure of the mob trying to read it over his shoulders would upset a weakerman]. What's that? That ain't proper writing. I can't read that.THE NOTE TAKER:I can. [Reads, reproducing her pronunciation exactly]“Cheer ap, Keptin; n' haw yaflahr orf a pore gel.”THE FLOWER GIRL:[much distressed] It's because I called him Captain. I meant no harm.[To thegentleman] Oh, sir, don't let him lay a charge agen me for a word like that. You—THE GENTLEMAN:Charge! I make no charge. [To the note taker] Really, sir, if you are a detective, youneed not begin protecting me until I ask you. Anybody could see that the girl meantno harm.THE BYSTANDERS GENERALLY:[demonstrating against police espionage] Course they could. What business is it ofyours? You mind your own affairs. Girl never said a word to him. What harm if shedid? Nice thing a girl can't shelter from the rain without being insulted, etc., etc.,etc. [She is conducted by the more sympathetic demonstrators back to her plinth,where she resumes her seat and struggles with her emotion].THE BYSTANDER B:He ain't a tec. He's a blooming busybody: that's what he is. I tell you, look at his boots. THE NOTE TAKER:[turning on him genially] And how are all your people down at Selsey?THE BYSTANDER B:[suspiciously] Who told you my people come from Selsey?THE NOTE TAKER:Never you mind. They did. [To the girl] How do you come to be up so far east? Youwere born in Lisson Grove.[appalled] Oh, what harm is there in my leaving Lisson Grove? It wasn't fit for a pigto live in; and I had to pay four-and-six a week. [In tears] Oh, boo—hoo—oo—THE NOTE TAKER:Live where you like; but stop that noise.THE GENTLEMAN:[to the girl] Come, come! he can't touch you: you have a right to live where youplease.THE FLOWER GIRL:[subsiding into a brooding melancholy over her basket, and talking very low-spiritedly to herself] I'm a good girl, I am.THE BYSTANDER B:[not attending to her] Do you know where this gentleman comes from?THE NOTE TAKER:Cheltenham, Harrow, Cambridge, and India.[Titterings. Popular interest in the note taker's performance increases.]THE GENTLEMAN:Quite right. [Great laughter. Reaction in the note taker's favor. Exclamations of Heknows all about it. Told him proper. Hear him tell thetoff where he comefrom? etc.]. May I ask, sir, do you do this for your living at a music hall?THE NOTE TAKER:I've thought of that. Perhaps I shall some day.[The rain has stopped; and the persons on the outside of the crowd begin to drop off.]THE FLOWER GIRL:[resenting the reaction] He's no gentleman, he ain't, to interfere with a poor girl. [still preoccupied with her wounded feelings] He's no right to take away my character. My character is the same to me as any lady's.THE NOTE TAKER:I don't know whether you've noticed it; but the rain stopped about two minutes ago. THE BYSTANDER B:So it has. Why didn't you say so before? and us losing our time listening to yoursilliness. [He walks off. With some grumbles, other bystanders also walk off the stageseparately].THE FLOWER GIRL:Poor girl! Hard enough for her to live without being worrited and chivied.THE GENTLEMAN:[returning to his former place on the note taker's left] How do you do it, if I may ask?Simply phonetics. The science of speech. That's my profession; also my hobby.Happy is the man who can make a living by his hobby! I can place any man withinsix miles. I can place him within two miles in London. Sometimes within two streets. THE FLOWER GIRL:Ought to be ashamed of himself, unmanly coward!THE GENTLEMAN:But is there a living in that?THE NOTE TAKER:Oh yes. Quite a fat one. This is an age of upstarts. Men begin in Kentish Town with80 pounds a year, and end in Park Lane with a hundred thousand. They want to dropKentish Town; but they give themselves away every time they open their mouths.Now I can teach them—THE FLOWER GIRL:Let him mind his own business and leave a poor girl—THE NOTE TAKER:[explosively] Woman: cease this horrible boohooing instantly; or else seek the shelter of some other place.THE FLOWER GIRL:[with feeble defiance] I've a right to be here if I like, same as you.THE NOTE TAKER:A woman who utters such depressing and disgusting sounds has no right to beanywhere—no right to live. Remember that you are a human being with a soul andthe divine gift of articulate speech: that your native language is the language ofShakespear and Milton and The Bible; and don't sit there crooning like a pigeon. THE FLOWER GIRL:[quite overwhelmed, and looking up at him in mingled wonder and deprecationwithout daring to raise her head] Ah—ah— ah—ow—ow—oo!THE NOTE TAKER:[whipping out his book] Heavens! what a sound! [He writes; then holds out the book and reads, reproducing her vowels exactly] Ah—ah—ah—ow—ow—ow—oo! THE FLOWER GIRL:[tickled by the performance, and laughing in spite of herself] Garn!THE NOTE TAKER:You see this creature with her gutter English: the English that will keep her in thegutter to the end of her days. Well, sir, in three months I could pass that girl off as aduchess at an ambassador's garden party. I could even get her a place as lady's maidor shop assistant, which requires better English. [The flower girl listens attentivelyand was shocked by his remarks. She repeats with noticeable curiosity, “duchess”?“lady’s maid”?“shop assistant”? ]I am myself a student of Indian dialects; and—THE NOTE TAKER:[eagerly] Are you? Do you know Colonel Pickering, the author of Spoken IndianDialects?THE GENTLEMAN:I am Colonel Pickering. Who are you?THE NOTE TAKER:Henry Higgins, author of Higgins's Universal Alphabet.PICKERING:[with enthusiasm] I came from India to meet you.HIGGINS:I was going to India to meet you.PICKERING:Where do you live?HIGGINS:27A Wimpole Street. Come and see me tomorrow.PICKERING:I'm at the Carlton Hotel. Come with me now and let's have a talk over some supper. HIGGINS:Right you are.THE FLOWER GIRL:[to Pickering, as he passes her] Buy a flower, kind gentleman.PICKERING:I really haven't any change. I'm sorry [he goes away].HIGGINS:[shocked at girl's mendacity] Liar. You said you could change half-a-crown.THE FLOWER GIRL:[rising in desperation] You ought to be stuffed with nails, you ought.[Flinging thebasket at his feet] Take the whole blooming basket for sixpence.[The church clock strikes the second quarter.]HIGGINS:[hearing in it the voice of God, rebuking him for his Pharisaic want of charity to thepoor girl] A reminder. [He raises his hat solemnly; then throws a handful of moneyinto the basket and follows Pickering].THE FLOWER GIRL:[picking up a half-crown] Ah—ow—ooh! [Picking up a couple of florins]Aaah—ow—ooh! [Picking up several coins] Aaaaaah—ow—ooh![Picking up a half-sovereign] Aaaaaaaaaaaah— ow—ooh [With ecstasy, the Flower Girl runs off the stage. End of Act 1 ]Act 2[Next day at 11 a.m. Higgins's laboratory in Wimpole Street. The middle of the room is clear. Besides the easy chair, the piano bench, and two chairs at the phonograph table, there is one stray chair. It stands near the fireplace. Pickering is seated at the table, putting down some cards and a tuning-fork which he has been using. Higgins is standing up near him, closing two or three file drawers that are hanging out. He appears in the morning light as a robust, vital, appetizing sort of man of forty or thereabouts, dressed in a professional-looking black frock-coat with a white linen collar and black silk tie. He is of the energetic, scientific type, heartily, even violently interested in everything that can be studied as a scientific subject, and careless about himself and other people, including their feelings. He is, in fact, but for his years and size, rather like a very impetuous baby “taking notice”eagerly and loudly, and requiring almost as much watching to keep him out of unintended mischief. His manner varies from genial bullying when he is in a good humor to stormy petulance when anything goes wrong; but he is so entirely frank and void of malice that he remains likeable even in his least reasonable moments.]HIGGINS:[as he shuts the last drawer] Well, I think that's the whole show.PICKERING:It's really amazing. I haven't taken half of it in, you know.HIGGINS:Would you like to go over any of it again?PICKERING:[rising and coming to the fireplace, where he plants himself with his back to thefire] No, thank you; not now. I'm quite done up for this morning.HIGGINS:[Mrs. Pearce looks in: she is Higgins's housekeeper] What's the matter?MRS. PEARCE:[hesitating, evidently perplexed] A young woman wants to see you, sir. HIGGINS:A young woman! What does she want?MRS. PEARCE:Well, sir, she says you'll be glad to see her when you know what she's come about.She's quite a common girl, sir. Very common indeed. I should have sent her away,only I thought perhaps you wanted her to talk into your machines. I hope I've notdone wrong; but really you see such queer people sometimes—you'll excuse me, I'msure, sir—HIGGINS:Oh, that's all right, Mrs. Pearce. Has she an interesting accent?MRS. PEARCE:Oh, something dreadful, sir, really. I don't know how you can take an interest in it.HIGGINS:[to Pickering] Let's have her up. Show her up, Mrs. Pearce [he rushes across to hisworking table and picks out a cylinder to use on thephonograph].MRS. PEARCE:[only half resigned to it] Very well, sir. It's for you to say. [She goes downstairs]. HIGGINS:This is rather a bit of luck. I'll show you how I make records. We'll set her talking;and I'll take it down --MRS. PEARCE:[returning] This is the young woman, sir.[The flower girl enters in state. She has a hat with three ostrich feathers, orange, sky-blue, and red. She has a nearly clean apron, and the shoddy coat has been tidied a little.Pickering, who has already straightened himself in the presence of Mrs. Pearce. But as to Higgins, the only distinction he makes between men and women is that when he is neither bullying nor exclaiming to the heavens against some featherweight cross, he coaxes women as a child coaxes its nurse when it wants to get anything out of her.]HIGGINS:[brusquely, recognizing her with unconcealed disappointment, and at once, babylike, making an intolerable grievance of it] Why, this is the girl I jotted down last night.She's no use: I've got all the records I want of the Lisson Grove lingo; and I'm notgoing to waste another cylinder on it.[To the girl] Be off with you: I don't want you. THE FLOWER GIRL:Don't you be so saucy. You ain't heard what I come for yet. [To Mrs. Pearce, who iswaiting at the door for further instruction] Did you tell him I come in a taxi? MRS. PEARCE:Nonsense, girl! what do you think a gentleman like Mr. Higgins cares what you came in?THE FLOWER GIRL:Oh, we are proud! He ain't above giving lessons, not him: I heard him say so. Well, Iain't come here to ask for any compliment; and if my money's not good enough I cango elsewhere.HIGGINS:Good enough for what?THE FLOWER GIRL:Good enough for ye—oo. Now you know, don't you? I'm come to have lessons, I am.And to pay for em too: make no mistake.HIGGINS:[stupent] WELL [Recovering his breath with a gasp] What do you expect me tosay to you?THE FLOWER GIRL:Well, if you was a gentleman, you might ask me to sit down, I think. Don't I tell you I'm bringing you business?HIGGINS:Pickering: shall we ask this baggage to sit down or shall we throw her out of thewindow?THE FLOWER GIRL:[running away in terror to the piano, where she turns at bay] Ah—ah—ah—ow—ow—ow—oo! [Wounded and whimpering] I won't be called a baggage when I'veoffered to pay like any lady.[Motionless, the two men stare at her from the other side of the room, amazed.] PICKERING:[gently] What is it you want, my girl?THE FLOWER GIRL:I want to be a lady in a flower shop stead of selling at the corner of Tottenham CourtRoad. But they won't take me unless I can talk more genteel. He said he could teachme. Well, here I am ready to pay him—not asking any favor—and he treats me as if I was dirt.MRS. PEARCE:How can you be such a foolish ignorant girl as to think you could afford to pay Mr.Higgins?THE FLOWER GIRL:Why shouldn't I? I know what lessons cost as well as you do; and I'm ready to pay. HIGGINS:What's your name?THE FLOWER GIRL:Liza Doolittle.HIGGINS:[declaiming gravely] Eliza, Elizabeth, Betsy and Bess,They went to the woods to get a birds nes':PICKERING:They found a nest with four eggs in it:HIGGINS:They took one apiece, and left three in it.[They laugh heartily at their own wit.]LIZA:Oh, don't be silly.MRS. PEARCE:You mustn't speak to the gentleman like that.LIZA:Well, why won't he speak sensible to me?HIGGINS:Come back to business. How much do you propose to pay me for the lessons? LIZA:Oh, I know what's right. A lady friend of mine gets French lessons for eighteenpencean hour from a real French gentleman. Well, you wouldn't have the face to ask me the same for teaching me my own language as you would for French; so I won't givemore than a shilling. Take it or leave it.HIGGINS:[walking up and down the room, rattling his keys and his cash in his pockets] Youknow, Pickering, if you consider a shilling, not as a simple shilling, but as apercentage of this girl's income, it works out as fully equivalent to sixty orseventy guineas from a millionaire.PICKERING:How so?HIGGINS:Figure it out. A millionaire has about 150 pounds a day. She earns abouthalf-a-crown. LIZA:[haughtily] Who told you I only—HIGGINS:[continuing] She offers me two-fifths of her day's income for a lesson. Two-fifths ofa millionaire's income for a day would be somewhere about 60 pounds. It's handsome.By George, it's enormous! it's the biggest offer I ever had.LIZA:[rising, terrified] Sixty pounds! What are you talking about? I never offered you sixty pounds. Where would I get—HIGGINS:Hold your tongue.LIZA:[weeping] But I ain't got sixty pounds. Oh—MRS. PEARCE:Don't cry, you silly girl. Sit down. Nobody is going to touch your money. HIGGINS:Somebody is going to touch you, with a broomstick, if you don't stop snivelling. Sitdown.PICKERING:Higgins: I'm interested. What about the ambassador's garden party? I'll say you're thegreatest teacher alive if you make that good. I'll bet you all the expenses of theexperiment you can't do it. And I'll pay for the lessons.HIGGINS:[carried away] Yes: in six months—in three if she has a good ear and a quicktongue—I'll take her anywhere and pass her off as anything. We'll start today: now!this moment! Take her away and clean her, Mrs. Pearce. Monkey Brand, if it won'tcome off any other way. Is there a good fire in the kitchen?MRS. PEARCE:[protesting]. Yes; but—HIGGINS:[storming on] Take all her clothes off and burn them. Ring up Whiteley or somebody for new ones. Wrap her up in brown paper till they come.LIZA:You're no gentleman, you're not, to talk of such things. I'm a good girl, I am; and Iknow what the like of you are, I do.MRS. PEARCE:But I've no place to put her.HIGGINS:Put her in the dustbin.LIZA:Ah—ah—ah—ow—ow—oo!MRS. PEARCE [dragging Eliza off with Eliza struggling a while]: Good girl! Don’t be frightened. We won’t hurt you for sure. [Mrs. Pearce and Eliza exit!]PICKERING:Oh come, Higgins! be reasonable. Although I am interested in this experiment, all I propose is that we should be kind to this poor girl. We need to help her to prepare and fit herself for her new station in life. We can't take a girl up like that as if we were picking up a pebble on the beach. [He continues with hesitation less he should hurt Higgins’s feelings.] Excuse the straight question, Higgins. Are you a man of good character where women are concerned? HIGGINS:[moodily] Have you ever met a man of good character where women are concerned? PICKERING:Yes: very frequently.HIGGINS:[dogmatically, lifting himself on his hands to the level of the piano, and sitting on itwith a bounce] Well, I haven't. I find that the moment I let a woman make friendswith me, she becomes jealous, exacting, suspicious, and a damned nuisance. I findthat the moment I let myself make friends with a woman, I become selfish andtyrannical. Women upset everything.[Mrs. Pearce returns.]MRS. PEARCE:If you please, sir, the trouble's beginning already. There's a dustman downstairs,Alfred Doolittle, wants to see you. He says you have his daughter here. PICKERING:[rising] Phew! I say! [He retreats to the hearthrug].HIGGINS:[promptly] Send the rascal up.MRS. PEARCE [embarrassed]:Oh, very well, sir. [She goes out].PICKERING:He may not be a rascal, Higgins.HIGGINS:Nonsense. Of course he's a rascal.PICKERING:Whether he is or not, I'm afraid we shall have some trouble with him.MRS. PEARCE:[at the door] Doolittle, sir. [She admits Doolittle and retires].[Alfred Doolittle is an elderly but vigorous dustman, clad in the costume of his profession, including a hat with a back brim covering his neck and shoulders. He has well marked and rather interesting features, and seems equally free from fear and conscience. He has a remarkably expressive voice, the result of a habit of giving vent to his feelings without reserve. His present pose is that of wounded honor and stern resolution.]DOOLITTLE:[at the door, uncertain which of the two gentlemen is his man] Professor Higgins? HIGGINS:Here. Good morning. Sit down.DOOLITTLE:Morning, Governor. [He sits down magisterially] I come about a very serious matter, Governor.HIGGINS:[to Pickering] Brought up in Hounslow. Mother Welsh, I should think.[Doolittleopens his mouth, amazed. Higgins continues] What do you want, Doolittle? DOOLITTLE:[menacingly] I want my daughter: that's what I want. See?HIGGINS:Of course you do. You're her father, aren't you? You don't suppose anyone else wants her, do you? I'm glad to see you have some spark of family feeling left. She's upstairs.Take her away at once.DOOLITTLE:[rising, fearfully taken aback] What!HIGGINS:Take her away. Do you suppose I'm going to keep your daughter for you? DOOLITTLE:[remonstrating] Now, now, look here, Governor. Is this reasonable? Is it fairity totake advantage of a man like this? The girl belongs to me. You got her. Where do Icome in? [He sits down again].HIGGINS:Your daughter had come to my house and ask me to teach her how to speak properlyso that she could get a place in a flower-shop. This gentleman and my housekeeperhave been here all the time. [Bullying him] How dare you come here and attempt toblackmail me? You sent her here on purpose.DOOLITTLE:[protesting] No, Governor.HIGGINS:You must have. How else could you possibly know that she is here? DOOLITTLE:[“most musical, most melancholy”] I'll tell you, Governor, if you'll only let me get aword in. I'm willing to tell you. I'm wanting to tell you. I'm waiting to tell you IGGINS:DOOLITTLE:It was like this, Governor. The girl sent a boy back for her luggage when she heardyou was willing for her to stop here. I met the boy and knew where she was. HIGGINS:So you came to rescue her from worse than death, eh?DOOLITTLE:[appreciatively: relieved at being understood] Just so, Governor. That's right. PICKERING:But why did you bring her luggage if you intended to take her away? DOOLITTLE:Have I said a word about taking her away? Have I now? [rising] No, Governor. Don't say that. I'm not the man to stand in my girl's light. Here's a career opening for her, as you might say; and—HIGGINS:Mrs. Pearce: this is Eliza's father. He has come to take her away. Give her tohim. [He goes back to the piano, with an air of washing his hands of the whole affair]. DOOLITTLE:[To Higgins, who takes refuge on the piano bench, a little overwhelmed by the proximity of his visitor; for Doolittle has a professional flavor of dust about him].No.This is a misunderstanding. Listen here— Regarded in the light of a young woman, she's a fine handsome girl. All I ask is my rights as a father; and you're the last man alive to expect me to let her go for nothing; for I can see you're one of the straight sort, Governor. Well, what's a five pound note to you? And what's Eliza to me? [He returns to his chair and sits down judicially].PICKERING:I think you ought to know, Doolittle, that Mr. Higgins's intentions are entirelyhonorable.DOOLITTLE:Course they are, Governor. If I thought they wasn't, I'd ask fifty.HIGGINS:for £50?DOOLITTLE:Don't say that, Governor. Don't look at it that way. What am I, Governors both? I ask you, what am I? I'm one of the undeserving poor: that's what I am.HIGGINS:Pickering: if we listen to this man another minute, we shall have no convictionsleft. [To Doolittle] Five pounds I think you said.DOOLITTLE:Thank you kindly, Governor.HIGGINS:You're sure you won't take ten?DOOLITTLE:Not now. Another time, Governor.HIGGINS:[handing him a five-pound note] Here you are.DOOLITTLE:Thank you, Governor. Good morning. [He hurries to the door, anxious to get awaywith his booty. When he opens it he is confronted with a daintyand exquisitely cleanyoung Japanese lady in a simple blue cotton kimono printed cunningly with smallwhite jasmine blossoms. Mrs. Pearce is with her. He gets out of her way deferentially and apologizes].Beg pardon, miss.THE JAPANESE LADY:Garn! Don't you know your own daughter?DOOLITTLE:Bly me! it's Eliza!HIGGINS:What's that! This!PICKERING:By Jove!exclaiming simultaneouslyLIZA:Don't I look silly?HIGGINS:[Infatuated]Silly? [resuming his self-control and arrogance] Yes, damned silly!。
