EmperorJones中英文对照版说课讲解.docx

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EmperorJones中英文对照版说课讲解

EmperorJonesBYEugeneO’neil屠珍译

CHARACTERS人物

BRUTUSJONES,Emperor

布鲁斯特·琼斯：

皇帝

HENRYSMITHERS,aCockneyTrader

亨利·斯密泽斯：

一个伦敦佬气派的商人

ANOLDNATIVEWOMAN

一个土著老太婆

LEM,aNativeChief

兰姆：

一个土著部落的头头

SOLDIERS,adherentsofLem

士兵们：

兰姆的拥护者

TheLittleFormlessFears;Jeff;TheNegroConvicts;ThePrisonGuard;ThePlanters;TheAuctioneer;TheSlaves;TheCongoWitch-Doctor;TheCrocodileGod

没模样的小恐惧、杰夫、黑人犯罪、狱卒、种植园主、拍卖商、奴隶、刚果巫医、鳄鱼神

TheactionoftheplaytakesplaceonanislandintheWestIndiesasyetnotself-determinedbyWhiteMarines.Theformofnativegovernmentis,forthetimebeing,anEmpire.本剧发生在西印度群岛一个尚未由白人海员主持民族自决的海岛上。

当地政府的形式暂时为皇朝。

SCENES场次

SceneI

InthepalaceoftheEmperorJones.Afternoon. 第一场：

在琼斯王的宫殿内。

下午。

SceneII

TheedgeoftheGreatForest.Dusk. 第二场：

在大森林的边缘。

黄昏。

SceneIII

IntheForest.Night. 第三场：

在森林内。

夜晚。

SceneIV

IntheForest.Night. 第四场：

在森林内。

夜晚。

SceneV

IntheForest.Night. 第五场：

在森林内。

夜晚。

SceneVI

IntheForest.Night. 第六场：

在森林内。

夜晚。

SceneVII

IntheForest.Night. 第七场：

在森林内。

夜晚。

SceneVIII

SameasSceneTwo—theedgeoftheGreatForest. Dawn.

第八场：

与第二场同——在大森林的边缘。

黎明。

SCENEONE

 TheaudiencechamberinthepalaceoftheEmperor—aspacious,high-ceilingedroomwithbare,whitewashedwalls.Thefloorisofwhitetiles.Intherear,totheleftofcenter,awidearchwaygivingoutonaporticowithwhitepillars.Thepalaceisevidentlysituatedonhighgroundforbeyondtheporticonothingcanbeseenbutavistaofdistanthills,theirsummitscrownedwiththickgrovesofpalmtrees.Intherightwall,center,asmallerarcheddoorwayleadingtothelivingquartersofthepalace.Theroomisbareoffurniturewiththeexceptionofonehugechairmadeofuncutwoodwhichstandsatcenter,itsbacktorear.ThisisveryapparentlytheEmperor’sthrone.Itispaintedadazzling,eye-smitingscarlet.Thereisabrilliantorangecushionontheseatandanothersmalleroneisplacedonthefloortoserveasafootstool.Stripsofmatting,dyedscarlet,leadfromthefootofthethronetothetwoentrances.

 Itislateafternoonbutthesunlightstillblazesyellowlybeyondtheporticoandthereisanoppressiveburdenofexhaustingheatintheair.

 Asthecurtainrises,anativenegrowomansneaksincautiouslyfromtheentranceontheright.Sheisveryold,dressedincheapcalico,bare-footed,aredbandanahandkerchiefcoveringallbutafewstraywispsofwhitehair.Abundleboundincoloredclothiscarriedoverhershoulderonastick.Shehesitatesbesidethedoorway,peeringbackasifinextremedreadofbeingdiscovered.Thenshebeginstoglidenoiselessly,astepatatime,towardthedoorwayintherear.Atthismoment,Smithersappearsbeneaththeportico.

 Smithersisatall,stoop-shoulderedmanaboutforty.Hisbaldhead,perchedonalongneckwithanenormousAdam’sapple,lookslikeanegg.Thetropicshavetannedhisnaturallypastyfacewithitssmall,sharpfeaturestoasicklyyellow,andnativerumhaspaintedhispointednosetoastartlingred.Hislittle,washy-blueeyesarered-rimmedanddartabouthimlikeaferret’s.Hisexpressionisoneofunscrupulousmeanness,cowardlyanddangerous.Heisdressedinawornridingsuitofdirtywhitedrill,puttees,spurs,andwearsawhitecorkhelmet.Acartridgebeltwithanautomaticrevolverisaroundhiswaist.Hecarriesaridingwhipinhishand.Heseesthewomanandstopstowatchhersuspiciously.Then,makinguphismind,hestepsquicklyontiptoeintotheroom.Thewoman,lookingbackoverhershouldercontinually,doesnotseehimuntilitistoolate.WhenshedoesSmithersspringsforwardandgrabsherfirmlybytheshoulder.Shestrugglestogetaway,fiercelybutsilently.

 SMITHERS—（tighteninghisgrasp—roughly）Easy!

Noneo’that,mebirdie.Youcan’twriggleoutnowIgotme‘ooksonyer.

 WOMAN—（seeingtheuselessnessofstruggling,giveswaytofranticterror,andsinkstotheground,embracinghiskneessupplicatingly）Notellhim!

Notellhim,Mister!

 SMITHERS—（withgreatcuriosity）Tell‘im?

（thenscornfully）Oh,youmean‘isbloomin’Majesty.What’sthegaime,any‘ow?

Whatyousneakin’awayfor?

Beenstealin’abit,Is’pose.（Hetapsherbundlewithhisridingwhipsignificantly.）

 WOMAN—（shakingherheadvehemently）No,menosteal.

 SMITHERS—Bloodyliar!

Buttellmewhat’sup.There’ssomethin’funnygoin’on.IsmelleditintheairfirstthingIgotupthismornin’.Youblacksareuptosomedevilment.Thispalaceof‘isislikeableedin’tomb.Where’sallthe‘ands?

（Thewomankeepssullenlysilent.Smithersraiseshiswhipthreateningly.）Ow,yerwon’t,won’tyer?

I’llshowyerwhat’swhat.

 WOMAN—（coweringly）Itell,Mister.Younohit.Theygo—allgo.（Shemakesasweepinggesturetowardthehillsinthedistance.）

 SMITHERS—Runaway—tothe‘ills?

 WOMAN—Yes,Mister.HimEmperor—greatFather.（Shetouchesherforeheadtothefloorwithaquickmechanicaljerk.）Himsleepaftereat.Thentheygo—allgo.Meoldwoman.Meleftonly.Nowmegotoo.

 SMITHERS—（hisastonishmentgivingwaytoanimmense,meansatisfaction）Ow!

Sothat’stheticket!

Well,Iknowbloodywellwot’sintheair—whentheyrunsorftothe‘ills.Thetom-tom’llbethumpingouttherebloomin’soon.（withextremevindictiveness）AndI’mbloodygladofit,forone!

Serve‘imright!

Puttin’onairs,thestinkin’nigger!

‘IsMajesty!

Gawdblimey!

Ionly‘opesI’mtherewhentheytakes‘imouttoshoot‘im.（suddenly）‘E’sstill‘ereallright,ain’t‘e?

 WOMAN—Yes.Himsleep.

 SMITHERS—’E’sboundtofindoutsoonaswakesup.‘E’scunnin’enoughtoknowwhen‘istime’scome.（Hegoestothedoorwayonrightandwhistlesshrillywithhisfingersinhismouth.Theoldwomanspringstoherfeetandrunsoutofthedoorway,rear.Smithersgoesafterher,reachingforhisrevolver.）StoporI’llshoot!

（thenstopping—indifferently）Poporfthen,ifyerlike,yerblackcow.（Hestandsinthedoorway,lookingafterher.）

 （Jonesentersfromtheright.Heisatall,powerfully-built,full-bloodednegroofmiddleage.Hisfeaturesaretypicallynegroid,yetthereissomethingdecidedlydistinctiveabouthisface—anunderlyingstrengthofwill,ahardy,self-reliantconfidenceinhimselfthatinspiresrespect.Hiseyesarealivewithakeen,cunningintelligence.Inmannerheisshrewd,suspicious,evasive.Hewearsalightblueuniformcoat,sprayedwithbrassbuttons,heavygoldchevronsonhisshoulders,goldbraidonthecollar,cuffs,etc.Hispantsarebrightredwithalightbluestripedowntheside.Patentleatherlacedbootswithbrassspurs,andabeltwithalong-barreled,pearl-handledrevolverinaholstercompletehismakeup.Yetthereissomethingnotaltogetherridiculousabouthisgrandeur.Hehasawayofcarryingitoff.）

 JONES—（notseeinganyone—greatlyirritatedandblinkingsleepily—shouts）Whodarewhistledatwayinmypalace?

WhodarewakeupdeEmperor?

I’llgitdehidefrayledoffsomeo’youniggerssho’!

 SMITHERS—（showinghimself—inamannerhalf-afraidandhalf-defiant）Itwasmewhistledtoyer.（asJonesfrownsangrily）Igotnewsforyer.

 JONES—（puttingonhissuavestmanner,whichfailstocoveruphiscontemptforthewhiteman）Oh,it’syou,MisterSmithers.（Hesitsdownonhisthronewitheasydignity.）Whatnewsyougottotellme?

 SMITHERS—（comingclosetoenjoyhisdiscomfiture）Don’tyernoticenothin’funnytoday?

 JONES—（coldly）Funny?

No.Iain’tperceivednothin’ofdekind!

 SMITHERS—Thenyerain’tsofoxyasIthoughtyerwas.Where’sallyourcourt?

（sarcastically）TheGeneralsandtheCabinetMinistersandall?

 JONES—（imperturbably）wheredeymostlyrunstominuteIclosesmyeyes—drinkin’rumandtalkin’bigdownindetown.（sarcastically）Howcomeyoudon’tknowdat?

Ain’tyousousin’with‘emmosteveryday?

 SMITHERS—（stungbutpretendingindifference—withawink）That’spartoftheday’swork.Igotter—ain’tI—inmybusiness?

 JONES—（contemptuously）Yo’business!

 SMITHERS—（imprudentlyenraged）Gawdblimey,youwasgladenoughformetertakeyerinonitwhenyoulandedherefirst.Youdidn’‘aveno‘ighandmightyairsinthemdays!

 JONES—（hishandgoingtohisrevolverlikeaflash—menacingly）Talkpolite,whiteman!

Talkpolite,youheahme!

I’mbossheahnow,isyoufergettin’?

（TheCockneyseemsabouttochallengethislaststatementwiththefactsbutsomethingintheother’seyesholdsandcoweshim.）

 SMITHERS—（inacowardlywhine）No‘armmeant,oldtop.

 JONES—（condescendingly）Iacceptsyo’apology.（letshishandfallfromhisrevolver）Nouse’nyourakin’upoletimes.WhatIwasdenisonething.WhatIisnow‘sanother.Youdidn’tletmeinonyo’crookedworkouto’nokindfeelin’sdattime.Idonededirtyworkfo’you—andmosto’debrainwork,too,fo’datmatter—andIwaswu’thmoneytoyou,dat’sdereason.

 SMITHERS—Well,blimey,Igiveyerastart,didn’tI—whennooneelsewould.Iwasn’tafraidto‘ireyerliketherestwas—’countofthestoryaboutyourbreakin’jailbackintheStates.

 JONES—No,youdidn’thavenos’cusetolookdownonmefo’dat.Youbeeninjailyou’selfmore’nonce.

 SMITHERS—（furiously）It’salie!

（thentryingtopassitoffbyanattemptatscorn）Garn!

Whotoldyerthatfairytale?

 JONES—Dey’ssometingsIain’tgottobetole.Ikinsee‘eminfolk’seyes.（thenafterapause—meditatively）Yes,yousho’givemeastart.Anditdidn’ttakelongfromdattimetogitdesefool,woods’niggersrightwhereIwanteddem.（withpride）FromstowawaytoEmperorintwoyears!

Dat’sgoin’some!

 SMITHERS—（withcuriosity）AndIbetyougotyerpileo’money‘idsafesomeplace.

 JONES—（withsatisfaction）Isho’has!

Andit’sinaforeignbankwhere