《榆树下的欲望》PART I SCENE THREE
∙ DESIRE UNDER THE ELMS
It is the pitch darkness just before dawn. Eben comes in from the left and goes around to the porch, feeling his way, chuckling bitterly and cursing half-aloud to himlf.
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EBEN--The cusd old mir! (He can be heard going in the front door. There is a pau as he goes upstairs, then a loud knock on the bedroom door of the brothers.) Wake up!
SIMEON--(startledly) Who's thar?
EBEN--(pushing open the door and coming in, a lighted candle in his hand. The bedroom of the brothers is revealed. Its ceiling is the sloping roof. They can stand upright only clo to the center dividing wall of the upstairs. Simeon and Peter are in a double bed, front. Eben's cot is to the rear. Eben has a mixture of silly grin and vicious scowl on his face.) I be!
PETER--(优美好句angrily) What in hell's-fire . . . ?移动积分怎么换话费
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EBEN--I got news fur ye! Ha! (He gives one abrupt sardonic guffaw.)
SIMEON--(angrily) Couldn't ye hold it 'til we'd got our sleep?
EBEN--It's nigh sunup. (then explosively) He's gone an' married agen!
SIMEON AND PETER--(explosively) Paw?
EBEN--Got himlf hitched to a female 'bout thirty-five--an' purty, they says . . .
SIMEON--(aghast) It's a durn lie!
PETER--Who says?
SIMEON--They been stringin' ye!
EBEN--Think I'm a dunce, do ye? The hull village says. The preacher from New Dover, he brung the news--told it t' our preacher--New Dover, that's whar the old loon got himlf
hitched--that's whar the woman lived--
PETER--(no longer doubting--stunned) Waal . . . !
SIMEON--(the same) Waal . . . !
EBEN--(sitting down on a bed--with vicious hatred黄河调水调沙) Ain't he a devil out o' hell? It's jest t' spite us--the damned old mule!
年度工作概述PETER--(after a pau) Everythin'll go t' her now.
SIMEON--Ay-eh. (a pau--dully) Waal--if it's done--
PETER--It's done us. (pau--then persuasively) They's gold in the fields o' Californi-a, Sim. No good a-stayin' here now.
SIMEON--Jest what I was a-thinkin'. (then with decision) S'well fust's last! Let's light out and git this mornin'.
PETER--Suits me.
EBEN--Ye must like walkin'.
SIMEON--(sardonically) If ye'd grow wings on us we'd fly thar!
EBEN--Ye'd like ridin' better--on a boat, wouldn't ye? (fumbles in his pocket and takes out a crumpled sheet of foolscap) Waal, if ye sign this ye kin ride on a boat. I've had it writ out an' ready in ca ye'd ever go. It says fur three hundred dollars t' each ye agree yewr shares o' the farm is sold t' me. (They look suspiciously at the paper. A pau.)
SIMEON--(wonderingly) But if he's hitched agen--
PETER--An' whar'd yew git that sum o' money, anyways?
EBEN--(cunningly) I know whar it's hid. I been waitin'--Maw told me. She knew whar it lay fur years, but she was waitin' . . . It's her'n--the money he hoarded from her farm an' hid from Maw. It's my money by rights now.
PETER--Whar's it hid?
EBEN--(cunningly) Whar yew won't never find it without me. Maw spied on him--'r she'd never knowed. (A pau. They look at him suspiciously, and he at them.) Waal, is it fa'r trade?
SIMEON--Dunno.
PETER--Dunno.
SIMEON--(looking at window) Sky's grayin'.
PETER--Ye better start the fire, Eben.
SIMEON--An' fix some vittles.
EBEN--Ay-eh. (then with a forced jocular heartiness任劳任怨造句) I'll git ye a good one. If ye're startin' t' hoof it t' Californi-a ye'll need somethin' that'll stick t' yer ribs. (He turns to the door, adding meaningly) But ye kin ride on a boat if ye'll swap. (He stops at the door and paus. They stare at him.)
SIMEON--(suspiciously) Whar was ye all night?
EBEN--(defiantly) Up t' Min's. (then slowly) Walkin' thar, fust I felt 's if I'd kiss her; then I got a-thinkin' o' what ye'd said o' him an' her an' I says, I'll bust her no fur that! Then I got t' the village an' heerd the news an' I got madder'n hell an' run all the way t' Min's not knowin' what I'd do--(He paus--then sheepishly but more defiantly) Waal--when I en her, I didn't hit her--nor I didn't kiss her nuther--I begun t' beller like a calf an' cuss at the same time, I was so durn mad--an' she got scared--an' I jest grabbed holt an' tuk her! (proudly) Yes, siree! I tuk her. She may've been his'n--an' your'n, too--but she's mine now!
SIMEON--(蒸凤爪dryly) In love, air yew?
EBEN--(with lofty scorn) Love! I don't take no stock in ch slop!
