《榆树下的欲望》PART I SCENE FOUR
∙ DESIRE UNDER THE ELMS
Same as Scene Two--shows the interior of the kitchen with a lighted candle on table. It is gray dawn outside. Simeon and Peter are just finishing their breakfast. Eben sits before his plate of untouched food, brooding frowningly.
off roadPETER--(glancing at him rather irritably) Lookin' glum don't help none.
SIMEON--(sarcastically) Sorrowin' over his lust o' the flesh!
PETER--(with a grin) Was she yer fust?适宜的意思
EBEN--(angrily) None o' yer business. (a pau) I was thinkin' o' him. I got a notion he's gittin' near--I kin feel him comin' on like yew kin feel malaria chill afore it takes ye.
PETER--It's too early yet.
SIMEON--Dunno. He'd like t' catch us nappin'--jest t' have somethin' t' hoss us 'round over.
PETER--(mechanically gets to his feet. Simeon does the same.) Waal--let's git t' wuk. (They both plod mechanically toward the door before they realize. Then they stop short.)
SIMEON--(grinning) Ye're a cusd fool, Pete--and I be wuss! Let him e we hain't wukin'! We don't give a durn!
PETER--(as they go back to the table语法填空) Not a damned durn! It'll rve t' show him we're done with him. (They sit down again. Eben stares from one to the other with surpri.)
SIMEON--(grins at him) We're aimin' t' start bein' lilies o' the field.
PETER--Nary a toil 'r spin 'r lick o' wuk do we put in!
今天是SIMEON--Ye're sole owner--till he comes--that's what ye wanted. Waal, ye got t' be sole hand, too.
PETER--The cows air bellerin'. Ye better hustle at the milkin'.
bepanthenEBEN--(with excited joy束缚是什么意思) Ye mean ye'll sign the paper?
SIMEON--(dryly) Mebbe.
PETER--Mebbe.
SIMEON--We're considerin'. (peremptorily) Ye better git t' wuk.
EBEN--(with queer excitement) It's Maw's farm agen! It's my farm! Them's my cows! I'll milk my durn fingers off fur cows o' mine! (He goes out door in rear, they stare after him indifferently.)
SIMEON--Like his Paw.
PETER--Dead spit 'n' image!
SIMEON--Waal--let dog eat dog! (Eben comes out of front door and around the corner of
the hou. The sky is beginning to grow flushed with sunri. Eben stops by the gate and stares around him with glowing, posssive eyes. He takes in the whole farm with his embracing glance of desire.)
EBEN--It's purty! It's damned purty! It's mine! (He suddenly throws his head back boldly and glares with hard, defiant eyes at the sky.) Mine, d'ye hear? Mine! (He turns and walks quickly off left, rear, toward the barn. The two brothers light their pipes.)
SIMEON--(putting his muddy boots up on the table, tilting back his chair, and puffing defiantly) Waal--this air solid comfort--fur once.
PETER--Ay-eh. (He follows suit. A pau. Unconsciously they both sigh.)
SIMEON--(suddenly) He never was much o' a hand at milkin', Eben wa'n't.
PETER--(with a snort) His hands air like hoofs! (a pau)
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SIMEON--Reach down the jug thar! Let's take a swaller. I'm feelin' kind o' low.
PETER--Good idee! (He does so--gets two glass--they pour out drinks of whisky.) Here's t' the gold in Californi-a!
SIMEON--An' luck t' find it! (They drink--puff resolutely--sigh--take their feet down from the table.)
PETER--Likker don't 'pear t' sot right.
SIMEON--We hain't ud t' it this early. (A pau. They become very restless.)
PETER--Gittin' clo in this kitchen.
SIMEON--(with immen relief) Let's git a breath o' air. (They ari briskly and go out rear--appear around hou and stop by the gate. They stare up at the sky with a numbed appreciation.)
PETER--Purty!
SIMEON--Ay-eh. Gold's t' the East now.
PETER--Sun's startin' with us fur the Golden West.
SIMEON--(staring around the farm, his compresd face tightened, unable to conceal his emotion) Waal--it's our last mornin'--mebbe.
PETER--(the same) Ay-eh.
SIMEON--(简奥斯丁的遗憾stamps his foot on the earth and address it desperately) Waal--ye've thirty year o' me buried in ye--spread out over ye--blood an' bone an' sweat--rotted away--fertilizin' ye--richin' yer soul--prime manure, by God, that's what I been t' ye!
PETER--Ay-eh! An' me!
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韩彩英怀孕SIMEON--An' yew, Peter. (He sighs--then spits.) Waal--no u'n cryin' over spilt milk.
PETER--They's gold in the West--an' freedom, mebbe. We been slaves t' stone walls here.
SIMEON--(defiantly) We hain't nobody's slaves from this out--nor no thin's slaves nuther.
(a pau--restlessly) Speakin' o' milk, wonder how Eben's managin'?
