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简爱（70年版）英文剧本台词 Jane Eyre
简爱（70年版）英文剧本台词 Jane Eyre, 来源：80年星期日英语第二期。
JANE EYRE (Jane Eyre, a young girl, in a coach, is on her way to Lowood Institution. The coach stops at the gate.) COACHMAN: This is Jane Eyre. Carriage paid. * * * (In the morning, the girls are washing with water from frozen jugs.) JANE: It’s so cold. HELEN: Are you new? JANE: When is breakfast? HELEN: Not for two hours. Are you hungry? You’ll be hungry after breakfast, too. MISS SCATCHERD: Burns, you’re disgusting! You did not wash your neck. Take the brush and scrub it. Scrub it! Perhaps you won’t smell quite so much today, Burns. * * * (Brocklehurst, master of the orphanage, is giving the children an admonition.) BROCKLEHURST: Once again it is my duty to remind you that we are not here to pamper you. You are here because God in His wisdom has chosen to make you orphans, and dependants of the charity of others. If you suffer hunger or thirst, for my sake, happy are ye. Who here is Hungry? Who here is thirsty? Oh, surely one of you is hungry. Surely, there is one hungry child in the school. (Seeing Jane Eyre timidly putting up her hand.) Ah! There is one. Step forth Let us see who it is? Of course, this is the new girl, Jane Eyre. I know this child. She was sent here by her aunt, a benefactress of this school. Bring a stool so that we may all see her. Come here, girl. Children, it is my duty to warn you against this girl. Her name is Jane Eyre. Shun her. Guard yourselves against her. For I have it from her aunt, who took her in, that she is deceitful and refuses to submit. Look at her face! Does it not show? Fortunately, it’s a plain face. Otherwise, who knows what winning ways she would employ against the world ? It’s our duty to punish her body to save her soul, and make sure that in Lowood she learns her place. * * * (It’s very cold. The girls are going to church to pray.) GIRLS’ VOICE: We have erred and strayed from Thy ways like lost sheep. We have followed too much the devices and desires of our own hearts. We have offended against Thy holy laws. We have left undone those things which we ought to have done. Have mercy on us miserable sinners. Have mercy on us miserable sinners. Have mercy on us miserable sinners. (On their return, they rush to the fire-place.) JANE: Please, let her pass. Please. Please, she’s cold. Please. HELEN: Oh, Jane, I’m all right. MISS SCATCHERD Burns! Pushing your way in as usual, Burns. For your pains you will sit in the corridor. And you, Jane Eyre, may remove that look from your face. (At night, Jane and Helen are lying awake in bed.) JANE: Helen. Helen. HELEN: Jane, go to sleep. It’s late... No, It’s only the cough. I’ve always had it. JANE: I hate it here. Why is she so cruel to you? HELEN: Miss Scatcherd? Oh, she dislikes me. JANE: I hate her! HELEN: No! You mustn’t hate, Jane. JANE: I do. I hate her more than Mrs. Reed. HELEN: Who is she? JANE: My aunt, who sent me here. Why did my parents have to die? Why? (In the classroom.) GIRLS RECITING: Lancaster, York . . . Tudor, Stuart and Hanover. Norman, Plantagenet . .. Lancaster, York .. . Tudor, Stuart, and Hanover. We are to re- quest. . . And as for you, if you will walk before me as David your father walked, with integrity... (Brocklehurst enters.) JANE AND GIRLS: William I, William II. Henry I, Stephen. . . then said the Evangelist. . . William I, William II. Henry I, Stephen. TEACHER: Read it once more. BROCKLEHURST: Miss Temple! What child is this? MISS TEMPLE: Jane Eyre... Mr. Brocklehurst. BROCKLEHURST: And why, in defiance of every precept and principle of this house does her hair wave? |
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MISS TEMPLE: It waves naturally, Mr. Brockleburst.
BROCKLEHURST: Come here, Jane Eyre. TEACHER: Continue. BROCKLEHURST: We are not concerned with nature here. Scissors, please, Miss Temple. JANE: No! Please! Don’t cut my hair! BROCKLEHURST: Scissors! You’ll see... Miss Temple. . . where. .. over-indulgence can.. . JANE: No! Please! My hair! BROCKLEHURST: Away with her! It is our duty to mortify these girls the lusts of the flesh, Take these relics of Satan and see they are burned. MISS SCATCHERD: Eyre. You still stand on a stool for half an hour and meditate on the virtues of submission. No one will speak to you for the rest of the day. HELEN: Come, Jane. (Taking a stool for her.) MISS SCATCHERD: And, for disobeying my orders, Burns, you may stand on a stool yourself. (Helen puts another stool beside Jane’s.) No, Burns. You may stand on yours outside until I tell you. (The class is over. Jane is left a lone standing on the stool. Helen is suffering outside in the rain. As a result, she gets seriously ill.) DOCTOR: The girl is dying rapidly. You know that, of course. MISS TEMPLE: Yes. I’ve made arrangements for her to go home. DOCTOR: Oh, good. Yes, good. (Helen Burns is dying. Jane comes over to comfort her.) JANE: Helen. Are you awake? HELEN: Is it you, Jane? It’s past midnight. JANE: I couldn’t sleep. I could hear you coughing. I had to come and see you. HELEN: You came to bid me goodbye, then. JANE: Are you going away? HELEN: Yes. They are sending me home to my guardian. I’m so pleased you’re here. Come in. Come in. It’s cold. Jane: Oh, Helen, don’t stay away long! Come back soon. HELEN: I shall. You’ll see. When the warm weather comes and the heather is in bloom on the moors I’ll be hack. We shall have long talks again, you and I. Just as we used to. Long talks. Oh, Jane, I’m so tired, so tired. Stay with me. And be here when I come back. JANE: I shall be here. And I will keep you warm. I will give you strength, You shall have all mine. And we’ll stay together, just you and me, for ever. And we’ll live for ever, and ever, and ever. (Eight years passed since Helen’s death. Jane is now quite a young lady. She advertised for a post of teacher in a private family and has got the answer in due time. When she is at Helen’s tomb to bid her good-bye, Brocklehurst comes over to her.) BROCKLEHURST: Eyre! Jane Eyre! I am so glad to have come upon you like this. I wanted a word with you. I understand you applied to a Mrs. Fairfax of Thornfield for the post of governess to a little girl. JANE: Yes. BROCKLEHURST: The Governors are pleased to give references. JANE: Thank you. BROCKLEHURST: But they would like you to stay on at Lowood as a teacher. This request is something of an honour, Jane. JANE: Then, I’m sorry that the Governors should have chosen you to make it. I have nothing but respect for them, and all that they have done at Lowood over the past few years. I have none for you, Mr. Brocklehurst. 1 have neither forgiven nor forgotten. You may tell them that, in any case, my mind is made up. I shall leave within the month. (In the coach coming from Thornfield to fetch her there) JANE: Is that Thornfield? JOHN: Aye. That’s it. JANE: Does Mrs. Fairfax live alone? JOHN: More or less. JANE: With the little girl? JOHN: Aye. With her. JANE: Is Mr. Fairfax ‘dead? JOHN: Ain’t no Mr. Fairfax. (Entering the building, Jane is warmly welcomed.) MAID: Miss Eyre. We’ve been expecting you. Will you come this way please, madam. MRS. FAIRFAX: Ah! How do you do, my dear. What a long journey you’ve had! You must be cold. Come and sit down by the fire. JANE: It is Mrs. Fairfax, isn’t it? MRS. FAIRFAX: Yes, you are quite right. Won’t you take off your bonnet? ‘ JANE: Oh, thank you. MRS: FAIRFAX: I’m so glad you’ve come. It will be very pleasant to have a companion . Thornfleld is a fine old hall, but it can be very lonely. JANE: Shall I have the pleasure of meeting Miss Fairfax tonight? MRS. FAIRFAX: Miss Fairfax? JANE: My pupil. |
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MRS. FAIRFAX: Oh, you mean Miss Varens. I’ve asked Sophie to bring her down,
just to greet you. JANE: She is not your daughter, then? MRS. FAIRFAX: Good heavens, no! I’ve no family. She’s Mr. Rochester’s ward. JANE: Mr. Rochester? MRS. FAIRFAX: The owner of Thornfield. JANE: I thought Thornfield belonged to you. MRS. FAIRFAX: Oh, good heavens, child, what an idea! I’m only the housekeeper. But Mr. Rochester is away most of the time traveling, so we rarely see him. (Sophie, the maid, brings a little girl in.) Ah, here they are. Come, Miss Adele, and meet the lady who is to teach you. This is Miss Eyre. ADELE: C’est là ma gouvernante (Is that my governess)? SOPHIE: Mais oui, certainement (Why yes, certainly). JANE: Tu es Francaise (You are French)? ADELE: Mais oui! Oh, vous parlez francais (Why yes. Oh, you speak French). JANE: Oh, oui (Oh, yes). But I had no idea that my pupil was to be a little French girl. ADELE: Ah, that is merveilleux (marvelous) you speak French. Oh, madame, thank you for my governess. MRS. FAIRFAX: Well, I hope you’ll be very happy and learn a great deal and now Miss Eyre is tired, and I shall show her to her room. ADELE: Au revoir (Goodbye), Miss Lyre. Very pleased to meet you! JANE: Bonne nuit (Good night), Adele. We shall meet in the morning. MRS. FAIRFAX: You’ll have no difficulty with her. She’s a little vain I think, but then she’s French. JANE: Is she related to Mr. Rochester? MRS. FAIRFAX: I don’t know, my dear. He brought her back from Paris a few months ago. Her parents, I think, died or abandoned her. (Taking a candle-light, she is going to show Jane to her room.) Are you ready? JANE: Yes, indeed. MRS. FAIRFAX: Yes! As you see, it’s a fine house. But it needs to be lived in more. Parts of it are very old indeed. JANE: One might see ghosts, then? MRS. FAIRFAX: Hm hm! None that I have ever heard of. But they do say the Roth- esters were a very wild race. Perhaps that’s why they now sleep tranquil in their graves. Er, we are this way, my dear. That way leads to the upper floor, but it is seldom used. Most of the bedrooms in this wing are in use. It saves work to keep the rooms together. Er, you’ll teach Miss Adele in here. And this is your room. JANE: Oh! Oh! It’s... MRS. FAIRFAX: I hope you’ll like it. I thought you’d prefer something small and cosy. JANE: It’s delightful. MRS. FAIRFAX: I’ll call you when supper’s ready. If you need anything, I’ll be down- stairs. JANE: (Hearing a hysterical cry) Oh! What’s that? MRS. FAIRFAX: Grace Poole, I expect. She works here. She’s a little erm. . . centric. (Outside in the garden) JANE: Adele. ADELE: For you. For you, Miss Eyre. JANE: Why, they’re lovely! ADELE: I wanted to pick flowers for you. I’m so glad you’re ‘ere. JANE: Here. Huh! ADELE: ‘Ere. JANE: Ha! Well, come along. Where did you live before you came to Thornfield? ADELE: With Maman. But she went to the Holy Virgin. So Mr. Rochester brought me’ere. JANE: You knew him before? ADELE: Certainement (Certainly). He was a friend of Maman. Brought her pretty things, and me, too. But now I do not see him any more. JANE: But you would like to see him not just for the pretty things he brings you. ADELE: Oh, yes. But it is nice that he brings me presents. When shall we begin our lessons? JANE: Now. ,And now, let’s go and look in the garden. ADELE: All right. JANE: Not just the flowers, but some of the animals that live in the soil. You see, some of the animals destroy the flowers and some of them help them to grow. * * (In the sitting-room, Jane is drawing and Mrs. Fairfax is doing her embroidering.) JANE: What sort of man is Mr. Rochester? MRS. FAIRFAX: What sort? JANE: Do you like him? MRS. FAIRFAX: I’ve no cause to do otherwise, my dear. He’s a good master. JANE: What manner of man is he? MRS. FAIRFAX: He is erm. . . unexpected. Some think him perhaps peculiar. JANE: In what way? MRS. FAIRFAX: It’s hard to say. He’s traveled the world a good deal, and seen many things. He’s a hard man to understand. JANE: And what of Grace Poole? Why does he keep her on here? MRS. FAIRFAX: I’ve no idea. * (In the. open fields, Jane is lost in thought before the beautiful setting sun, unaware of a running horse approaching, and thus makes Rochester, the rider, fall down onto the ground.) ROCHESTER: Confound it, woman! What the devil do you think you are doing? JANE: I was trying to move out of your way. Can I help you, sir? ROCHESTER: You might fetch my horse. JANE: Whoa! Whoa, boy! ROCHESTER: Now, steady. What is it you do to horses? Come on, come on. You should be home. Where do you come from? JANE: Thornfield, sir. ROCHESTER: Thornfield. Not a guest, I’d think. JANE: No, sir. Though it’s clever of you to suppose that, just from looking at me. I’m the governess. ROCHESTER: Mm. You’d better get back before the dark comes. (lie rides away.) * * (When Jane comes back to Thornfield) MRS. FAIRFAX: He’s here, my dear, he’s here! He’s come home while you were out. JANE: Who? Who has, Mrs. Fairfax? MRS. FAIRFAX: Why, the master! Mr. Rochester. Without a word of warning. He’s in the drawing-room. I am to take you in. This way, my dear. Here! (They enter the drawing-room.) Here is Miss Eyre, sir. She has just returned. ROCHESTER: Let Miss Eyre be seated. ADELE: Is it true, monsieur, that’ you brought no pretty cadeaux (presents) for me or Miss Eyre? ROCHESTER: Who talks of cadeaux? Did you expect a present, Miss Eyre? JANE:. No, sir. ROCHESTER: Are you not fond of presents, then? JANE: I hardly know, sir. I’ve had little experience of them. ROCHESTER: Hm! You’d do better to be more like Adele. She demands her presents. You beat about the bush. JANE: I have less confidence in my deserts, sir, than she has. |
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Well done! It is one of the much sought after classical works. I am very much looking forward to the remaining part of the play. Much obliged!
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Sorry for the delay.
1. My scanner has difficulty scanning the pages because I made lots of notes on the margins. 2. My book is falling apart from handling! Here is another batch, enjoy! ................................................................................................................... ROCHESTER: Generally, Miss Eyre, or in this instance? JANE: In this instance, sir. Generally I know what to expect. ROCHESTER: You’ve been here, er, six weeks. JANE: Yes, sir. ROCHESTER: And, you came from erm... . JANE: Lowood, sir. A charitable institution. ROCHESTER: How long were you there? JANE: Ten years. ROCHESTER: Ten years! Must be tenacious of life. But then, you have the look of Another world. . . in your face. Who are your parents? JANE: I never knew them, sir. ROCHESTER: And who recommended you here? JANE: I advertised. Mrs. Fairfax answered my advertisement. MRS. FAIRFAX: And very glad I am, that I did so, sir. Miss Eyre has proved invaluable. ROCHESTER: Flattery will not bias me, Mrs. Fairfax... I shall judge for myself. She began by felling my horse. Well! What did you learn at Lowood? Music? Do you play? JANE: Er. . . a little, sir. ROCHESTER: Of course! They all play. . . ‘a little’. Well! Go to the piano. Play. . . something. (Jane goes and plays on the piano.) Enough. enough! You do, indeed, play ‘a little’. JANE: I was not wrong, then, in my assessment. ROCHESTER: You’re very cool. An orphan child of low degree. Where do you find such coolness? JANE: Out of my head, sir. ROCHESTER: The one I see on your shoulders? JANE: Yes, sir. ROCHESTER: And has it other furniture of the same kind within ? JANE: It is well stocked, I hope, sir. (A clock rings.) ROCHESTER: Well, what are you about, Miss Eyre, to let Adele sit up so late? Take her to bed. ADELE: Et mon cadeau, monsieur (And my present, sir)? ROCHESTER: It will be here, it will be here. (When they go out of the drawing-room) MRS. FAIRFAX: He doesn’t mean to be rude. It’s partly his nature and partly JANE Partly what, Mrs. Fairfax? MRS FAIRFAX: Oh! Doubtless he has painful thoughts to harass him You must not take offence. JANE: I did not. Nor will I. Though, that will be of little consequence to him. MRS. FAIRFAX: It is of consequence to me, my dear, Good night. JANE: Good night. * * * (Before the building) ROCHESTER: We must drain the field. ESTATE AGENT: It’s too costly, sir. ROCHESTER: Tenants can’t farm on land that’s flooded with water. They lose crops and we lose rents. It’s false economy. ESTATE AGENT: But, I’ve been into the figures... ROCHESTER: Then go into them again. I want the field drained. * * * (In the dining-room, Rochester has just finished his dinner when Jane and Adele come.) ROCHESTER: Come in. ADELE: Mon cadéau! Mon cadeau (my present)! ROCHESTER: Very well, take it, you genuine daughter of Paris. You see, Miss Eyre, how you women er.. . value us. Leave her. She’s happy. Take it to your room, Adele, and erm gloat over it there. ADELE: Oh, monsieur, je vous remercie mille fois (Oh, sir, I thank you a thousand times)! (Adele and Jane turn to go.) ROCHESTER: (to Jane) Let her go. Believe me, she has no need of you for a while. (Adele goes out with the present. Jane remains. There is a long silence before Rochester finally, breaks it.) ROCHESTER: You examine me, Miss Eyre. You find me handsome? JANE: No, sir. ROCHESTER: Upon my word, you are blunt! What will you say next? That I’m lame? Well, you are no prettier than I am handsome, but you’re nothing if not honest. JANE: And you know that already ROCHESTER: Sit down. Sit down. (Jane does not move.) If you please. (She then sits down.) You must allow me to give orders, Miss Eyre. If, for no other reason than that, I am twenty years older. Would you not agree? JANE: Surely, sir, that depends on what use you made of your time. ROCHESTER: Hm! By God, you have a point! Well then, have I no right to hector you? I’m in a hectoring mood. JANE: Of course, sir. Your claim wins on the grounds that I am employed here and you are not. |
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Many thanks again, Sojourner. I didn't realise this transcript comes from your well preserved 27-year-old Sunday English journal until you described as such. I really appreciate your hard work to make this classic piece of work available here to the lovers of 'Jane Eyre'. I trust many others will be as grateful as I am to you.
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ROCHESTER: Mm. Money! Still, I like your bluntness. It’s unusual in a woman.
Though, I dare say. . . in truth, you are no different from the rest. Yes, you’re right. Neither am I. Well! Talk to me, Miss Eyre. Don’t just sit there. JANE: About what, sir?, ROCHESTER: About what? About anything. Can’t you see that I’m in a mood to talk? Tell me how you get your peace of mind. (Still no answer.) Ah! Remorse is the poison of life. Dread it.. . if ever you are tempted to err. But then, what could ever tempt you? (Jane stands up to go.) Where are you going? JANE: To put Adele to bed, sir. ROCHESTER: Never mind Adele, she is happy! As her mother was. You saw how she took possession of that box? So her mother took possession of me. I have been green, too, Miss Eyre. Aye! Grass green. (Jane sits down again.). JANE: Is Adele your child, sir? ROCHESTER: No, she is not. Although her mother presented her to me as such. But not that green, by God, Miss Eyre, no! Not that green. No, she is the daughter of an itinerant musician, with whom her mother finally ran off, clutching in her little hand the pieces of jewellery that I had given her. She left the child in Paris. I brought her here a year ago when I heard her mother had died. The child is, of course, illegitimate. Knowing her antecedents you will no doubt think less of your protégée now. JANE: The child cannot be blamed for her mother’s faults. ROCHESTER: Confound it! Have you none of your own? Well, good night * * (Somewhere in the open air before the building, Jane is painting, when Rochester comes over and watches from behind.) ROCHESTER: I see, you also paint a little. JANE: Yes, sir. ROCHESTER: A little more than you play. You see, I’m in a more encouraging mood today. JANE: A little more, sir. ROCHESTER: Do you never laugh? JANE: Frequently. ROCHESTER: But I do not amuse you. By God, you amuse me, Miss Eyre. So, you may er. . . take tea with me later. Cheer me up. JANE: It’s a new role for me, sir, that of Court Jester. But, if it cheers you up, I’m happy. * * * JANE: (Awaken from her sleep by a noise.) Who’s there? Who is it? (She heard someone’s footsteps moving away. She gets up, opens the door and to her surprise finds a candle on the door outside. She is even more surprised to find the air filled with smoke. There, something is burning! She rushes into Rochester’s room. Tongues of flame are moving round the bed, with Rochester lying stretched unconscious.) JANE: Mr. Rochester! Please wake up. You must. Get up! Please, Mr. Rochester! (They succeed in putting out the fire.) JANE:I heard a sound outside my door. . . and. . . and laughter. I came out into the passage and. . . Shall I fetch Mrs. Fairfax, sir? ROCHESTER: No, no! Let her sleep. Say nothing. I want no one to know what you’ve heard. JANE: Was it Grace Poole, sir? ROCHESTER: Yes, I think so. JANE: Why does she remain? ROCHESTER:I can’t explain. You saved my life. JANE: Well.. good night, sir. ROCHESTER:I knew you would do me good. I’ve felt it always. There is something about you. Jane. JANE: Well, good night, sir. (The next morning) MRS. FAIRFAX: Oh, my dear, what an escape we had last night! Mr. Rochester was nearly burned in his bed. JANE: Indeed, Mrs. Fairfax? MRS. FAIRFAX: He fell asleep, leaving the candle alight. Why, it’s wonder you didn’t hear something or smell burning. JANE: Not a thing. But then, I’m a sound sleeper. Mr. Rochester, I trust, has suffered no ill effects? MRS. FAIRFAX: Oh, no, no! He was hale this morning when he left. JANE: Left? MRS. FAIRFAX: Yes. He went after breakfast. He’s gone to Mr. Eshton’s place. A very brilliant party is assembled there. But of course, Blanche Ingram, too. She’s a great beauty hereabouts and they do say that she and Mr. Rochester. .. Well, excuse me, my dear. * * * |
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(Rochester is away for quite a few days. On a raining day, Adele is drawing a picture with Jane at her side lost in thought.)
ADELE: When will Mr. Rochester come back? JANE: I don’t know. ADELE: It is nearly three weeks. It is long, n’est ce pas (is it not)? . Perhaps Miss Ingram will not let him go. Perhaps he is her prisoner. They say she is beautiful. Don’t you wish you were beautiful, Miss Eyre? JANE: Flowers can be beautiful, Adele. See how delicate the petals are. The shape of the bloom, where it joins the stem. Let’s start again, shall we? And I shouldn’t bother to sign it until you can do little better. * * * (Rochester returns home with a great many fine guests.) ROCHESTER: Mrs. Fairfax! Mrs. Fairfax! Mrs. Fairfax, confound you! We have guests. Ah! They’ll be staying for er quite a while. . . (To the guests) Yes, come right in, please. Go right into the drawing-room. We’ll do our best to refresh you. Come along, ladies. WOMAN: My dear, isn’t this nice? (Jane leads Adele upstairs.) JANE: Come. (There is a party. Adele is watching from upstairs and see Rochester dancing with Blanche.) BLANCHE: Thornfield is magnificent. But, I should arrange it differently. ROCHESTER: Oh! How? BLANCHE: I should have all the furniture French. ROCHESTER: Ah! And me? Would you er. . . rearrange me, too? BLANCHE: You? Oh, you I should leave like an old, but well-loved oak chest. MR. ESHTON: We are being observed. LADY INGRAM: By whom? MR. ESHTON: The little French poppy. LADY INGRAM: Mm! She’s a mystery, that one. MR. ESHTON: Well, she’s the daughter of an enigma.. LADY INGRAM: You think? MR. ESHTON: He says she’s his ward. Wouldn’t you? (Jane comes over to take Adele to bed.) JANE: Adele. Adele. This is very naughty to be out of bed. ADELE: Oh, she’s beautiful, Miss Blanche. She is like a princess. Oh, I do hope she will marry Mr. Rochester. Don’t you, Miss Eyre? JANE: You must come along. And you’re not to get out of bed again. ROCHESTER: (Noticing their going.) Adele has been captured by her governess and er.. . led away. BLANCHE: Oh, she’s a plain little thing. ROCHESTER: I think she’s pretty. BLANCHE: Oh, no! I mean the governess. ROCHESTER:, Oh! * * * (In the garden) BLANCHE: I’ll not go back, Edward. Not till you keep your promise and show me your boyhood hiding place. ROCHESTER: I warn you, we shall be utterly alone. BLANCHE: Your threats are mere promises. * * * |
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(In the passage)
MRS. FAIRFAX: Ah, there you are. They’re just about to come out of the dining-room. JANE: I’ll take Adele into the drawing-room. Perhaps you’d ask Sophie to come for her. MRS. FAIRFAX: But Mr. Rochester expressedly asked that you remain, my dear. JANE: Very well. Come. Adele. Now…perhaps you’d better sit over here. You may greet them when they come in. (The guests are coming in.) LOUISE: I’ve seen ladies in this county far superior to anything I’ve seen in London. HENRY: Superior, I grant. BLANCHE: I thought, Edward, that you were not fond of children. ROCHESTER: Nor am I. BLANCHE: Well, what induced you to take charge of such a little doll? ROCHESTER: I picked her up in a fit of absence of mind. BLANCHE: You should send her to school. ROCHESTER: Hm! She has a governess. BLANCHE: Oh, the little thing I’ve seen with her. You should hear Mama on the subject of governesses. LADY INGRAM: My dearest Lilly Flower, don’t mention governesses. I’ve suffered a martyrdom from them. Take my advice, Mr. Rochester. Send the little girl to school. ROCHESTER: I will consider it, Lady Ingram. BLANCHE: And now, Signor Eduardo, furbish up your lungs as they are wanted in my royal service. BLANCHE: We shall sing a romantic song. You know that I dote on romance, so you must sing….. ROCHESTER (Sings with Blanche accompanying him on the piano): Youth’s the season made for joys, Love is then our duty. She alone who that employs, Well deserves her beauty Let’s be gay, While we may. Beauty’s a flower, Despised in decay. Youth’s the season made for joys. Love is then our duty. Let us drink and sport today. Ours is not tomorrow. Love with youth flies swift away. Age is not but sorrow. Dance and sing, Time’s on the wing. Life never knows the return of spring. Let us drink and sport today, Ours is not tomorrow. BLANCHE: Oh! |
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(Jane is not at all in a mood to watch and listen. She goes out. Rochester follows her
out.) ROCHESTER: Jane. Where are you going? JANE: To bed, sir, I’ll send Sophie for Adele. ROCHESTER: Look at me. You’re depressed. What about? JANE: Nothing, sir. Nothing. I’m not depressed. ROCHESTER: But, you are. There are tears in your eye. You see, one has slipped from the lash and fallen. Very well. I excuse you tonight. JANE: Yes sir. (Jane goes upstairs. Rochester goes to the guests playing cards.) ROCHESTER: The Queen of Hearts. FREDERICK: Ah! No mystery there, sir, We all know what that means. HARRY: True. ROCHESTER: What! A Joker! A fool, sir? Me, sir? HARRY: No, sir. Not you, sir. ROCHESTER: And, on the other hand, that er. . . could mean a journey. LOUISE: A honeymoon? ROCHESTER: Ten of diamonds, now. That’s fire, fire everyone worries. LOUISE: This is fire in your heart. (Jane brings a piece of information to Rochester.) JANE: There is someone to see you, sir. In the morning-room. ROCHESTER: At this hour? JANE: He says it’s very important, sir. He’s come a long way. From the West Indies.. BLANCHE: There! The Joker was a journey, Edward. The Ace of spades. Then, what does that mean? (Rochester stands up to go.) ROCHESTER: Oh! Only that life’s an idiot. (When they are out in the passage.) ROCHESTER: Is his name Mason? JANE: Yes, sir. What is wrong, sir? ROCHESTER: He can destroy me. Destroy my hopes, anyway, my dreams. Jane, what would you do if all shunned me? JANE: I should not shun you, sir. ROCHESTER: Could you dare censure for my sake? JANE: What is it? Tell me? ROCHESTER: Go to bed. Think no more of it. Go. * * (A terrible scream shocks everybody in his sleep. All the guests come out into the passage to see what happened.) LORD INGRAM: Bless my soul, what cry was that! FREDERICK: What an appalling noise. MRS. FAIRFAX: Mr. Rochester! Mr. Rochester! BLANCHE: What dreadful sound was that? That scream. MRS. FAIRFAX: He’s not in his room. COL. DENT: Where the devil is Rochester? Mr. Rochester. ROCHESTER: I’m here. I’m here. COL. DENT: What is this all about? ROCHESTER: A servant had a nightmare. He’s nervous and excitable and he took it upon himself to finish the port you gentlemen so carelessly left behind. So should our consciences trouble us all. Go back to your rooms. It was nothing. Believe that. FREDERICK: Good night, sir. (The guests are going back to their own rooms.) ROCHESTER: Do you have a sponge in your room and some smelling salts ? JANE: Yes, sir. ROCHESTER: Fetch them. Oh, Blanche. Lord Ingram. . . good night, sir. BLANCHE: Good night. LORD INGRAM: Good night. |
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发布于：2007-05-24 09:07
(When Jane returns)
ROCHESTER: (to Jane) Come. (They get to a small room on the top floor. Rochester leaves Jane at the door and goes in himself. Mason is lying in bed injured and Grace Poole is there.) ROCHESTER: (Pushing Grace Poole into the inner room) Go in! (And locks that door, he than returns to let Jane in.) ROCHESTER: Come in and close the door. And no questions. Not now. Give me the sponge. You don’t turn sick at the sight of blood? JANE: I think not, sir. Oh! ROCHESTER: Leave it! MASON: I’m sorry. But I had to see her. ROCHESTER: You’re a fool. Couldn’t you have waited? Here, hold the sponge. The wound isn’t too much. I’ll be back in a moment. (He goes out.) MASON: She bit me. The knife fell from her hand and she bit me! ROCHESTER: (When returned, he takes Mason in his arms and says to Jane) Go ahead of me. See that no one is in the hall. (Rochester takes Mason downstairs, puts him in a coach and drives away. Jane sees them off, and keeps waiting till Rochester comes back at dawn.) ROCHESTER: Still awake? JANE: I could not sleep until I knew you were safe. How is Mr. Mason? ROCHESTER: He will be all right. He’s with the doctor. JANE: And the danger you thought you were in last night, is that past? ROCHESTER: I can’t vouch for that until Mason is out of England. Which will be soon, I hope. JANE: He did not seem a man wilfully to injure you. ROCHESTER: No! But unintentionally he might. Sit down. JANE: And what of Grace Poole? Why do you keep her on here? ROCHESTER: I have no choice. JANE: But surely... . ROCHESTER: Bear with me for a while. Don’t press me for answers. I count on you more than you know. Er! Advise me, Jane. I’ll put a case to you of a boy, a young man. . . spoiled and indulged from youth, who commits a capital error. I don’t say crime but... error. The consequences are dreadful.The only escape is exile and senseless pleasure. And then he meets a woman. A fine woman with qualities he has not met in twenty years. He has a chance of living like a human being again. . . only convention stands in the way. Can he ask her to defy? JANE: You talk of yourself, Mr. Rochester? ROCHESTER: Yes. JANE: We are each responsible to God for our actions, I. . I do not think we can ask others to share the burden. Least of all Miss Ingram. ROCHESTER: Don’t you think if I married her.. . she would regenerate me with a vengeance. JANE: Since you ask me, sir, no, I do not. ROCHESTER: You do not like her? Come, be honest. JANE: I don’t think she is for You. ROCHESTER: Oh! Presumption. And who is for me, then? Have you seen someone you could recommend? You have grown attached to Thornileld. JANE: I have been happy here. ROCHESTER: Would it grieve you to leave it? JANE: Leave it? ROCHESTER: When I marry I shall not want to live here. JANE: Of course. Adele will go to school. I will find another post. I must go in, sir. I am cold. ROCHESTER: Jane. JANE: Please, let me go, sir. ROCHESTER: Wait. JANE: Let me go! ROCHESTER: Jane. JANE: Why do you confide in me like this? What are you and she to me? Do you think because I am poor and plain I have no feelings? I promise you. . . if God had gifted me with wealth and beauty 1 should make it as hard for you to leave me now as it is for me to leave you. But He did not. Yet my spirit can address yours as if both of us had passed through the grave and stood before Him equal. ROCHESTER: Jane. JANE: Let me go, sir. ROCHESTER: I love you, I love you. JANE: Please, don’t make me foolish. ROCHESTER: Foolish? I need you. What is Blanche to me? I know what I am to her. Money to manure her father’s lands with. Marry me, Jane. Say you’ll marry me. JANE: Do you mean it? ROCHESTER: You torture me with your doubts. Say yes. Say yes! God forgive me. And let no man meddle with me.. . for I will keep her. Keep her. |
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发布于：2007-05-25 00:21
(They are taking a walk in the garden, hand in hand.)
ROCHESTER: Ferndean. You won’t mind er. . . leaving Thornfield for this? JANE: I should mind that if you are here. ROCHESTER: And we’ll travel too. You know.. . ten years ago. . . I flew through Europe half.. . mad with disgust and rage. Now I’ll return with an angel as my guide. JANE: I’m not an angel. Don’t expect it of me. ROCHESTER: What do you expect of me? . JANE: For a while you’ll be as you are now. Then you’ll turn cool, then capricious; and then stern. And I’ll have much to do to please you.. But when you are well-used to me.. . ,perhaps you’ll like me once again. (In a church,, a wedding ceremony is going on.) REV. WOOD: Have you the ring? Edward Fairfax Rochester, wilt thou have this woman for thy lawful wedded wife? For better or worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness or in health, until death you do pass? ROCHESTER: I will. REV. WOOD: And wilt thou, Jane Eyre. . . have this man for thy lawful wedded husband. . . for better or... (The priest’s speech is cut short by a loud voice.) MASON: The marriage must stop. I declare. . . I declare the existence of an impediment. ROCHESTER: Proceed. MASON: I can prove my allegation. An insuperable impediment exists. ROCHESTER: Go on! REV. WOOD: Mr. Rochester. I can’t go on! What is the nature of this impediment? MASON: Mr. Rochester has a wife now living. She is at Thornfield Hall. REV. WOOD: Impossible! I would know of it. MASON: I saw her there last April. She’s my sister! I’m sorry, Rochester, but it is not right! ROCHESTER: No, by God it is not right! Only right to condemn a man to eterna1 hell! . You shall see my wife, Wood, I owe you that much. . . and this girl. You shall see her, too, Jane. I insist. Come. (They hurry home. Rochester leads them to the small room on the top floor, where they find Grace Poole and a mad woman.) ROCHESTER: This is my wife. Such is the sole conjugal embrace I am ever to know. Well! And how are we today, Mrs. Pool? GRACE POOLE: . We’re tolerable, hank you, sir. Snappish, but not outrageous. ROCHESTER: Bertha Mason Rochester. Mad through three gnerations. Though I, in my. . . naivety. . . was never told. Who even tried to murder me on our wedding night. Look at her, Jane. Look at her. But I loved her once as I love you now. What should I do with her? Tell me. Confine her to an asylum, to the care strangers where they will beat her and throw cold water on her? Have you ever been in an asylum? (turns to Bertha) Well, Bertha, what shall we do tonight? Shall I play for you? And sing? Will you sit with me and tell me the story of your day? Shall you hold my head on your breast. . . whilst I sleep? Shall you? Shall you? * * * |
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发布于：2007-05-26 00:54
(In the drawing room, Rochester sits in an armchair before the fire when Jane comes in.)
ROCHESTER: So (you’ve) come out at last. You shut yourself in your room and grieve alone. Not one word of reproach. Nothing? Is that to be my punishment? (Jane keeps silent.) I didn’t mean to wound you, like this. Do you believe that? I would not hurt you, not for the world. What was I to do? Confess everything? I should’ve lost you. I might as well lost my life. JANE: You have lost me. Edward. And I have lost you. ROCHESTER: No! Why do you say that to me? To punish me a little longer? Jane, I have been through.. . For the first time... I have found what I can truly love. Don’t take it away from me. JANE: I must leave you. ROCHESTER: Jane, will you listen to me? JANE: I will not live as your mistress. ROCHESTER: Is that all that’s important to you? To be Mrs. Edward Rochester? JANE: Can you really believe I think that? ROCHESTER: What am I supposed to believe? You say you love me. How can you think of leaving me then. JANE: Edward, what would I be as your mistress? A hanger-on? A dependent with..: with no place of my own? No right to be here? All rights would be on your side none on mine. ROCHESTER: Rights! You talk like a lawyer! Everything that’s mine is yours. What more can I give you? JANE: I want nothing. Nothing. Only you. ROCHESTER: Then stay, Jane. JANE: When I come to you, Edward, I come to you as an equal. I will not be less. Even for the man I love. ROCHESTER: You mean to go one way in the world and let me go another. JANE: Yes. ROCHESTER: This is wicked ! Who in the world would care what we do? JANE: I care. You have a wife still living. ROCHESTER: Living. Huh! JANE: She still lives! And whatever state God has seen fit to visit on her, she still lives. She can’t help what she is. I will not slip past her slyly in the night to take my place in your bed. ROCHESTER: You fling me back then? Upon the life I lived before. JANE: You need no more choose that than I. You are born to strive and endure. You will forget me before I forget you. ROCHESTER: You make a liar of me with such language. Go then, go! If that’s all I have seemed to you. Jane, wait! Wait. Don’t decide too soon. Wait awhile. Wait just awhile. |
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发布于：2007-05-27 05:30
(But Jane has made up her mind. She leaves in a coach first. Then she walks across the wild fields. She is caught in a rain. Tortured mentally and physically, she fainted.) .
(She is rescued by the Rivers’ family.) DIANA: Who can she be? MARY: She’s not from around here, d’you think, St. John? ST. JOHN: I’ve never seen her. You collapsed on the Moors. Who are you? Can we send for someone you know? MARY: I wonder who she is? DIANA: She looks refined. Not a working woman. I wonder where she was going? * * * (Sitting and talking before the fireplace) MARY: I know it does get very dull here. St. John often remarks. Though, what he should have to complain about, I’m sure I don’t know, for he’s never here. DIANA: He works very hard. He is devoted to the church. MARY: Yes, he wants to go to India. Doesn’t he, Di? As a missionary. ST. JOHN: (Entering the room) You are recovered, I see. JANE: Yes, Mr. Rivers. Thanks to all of you. MARY: Her name is Jane Eyre. She’s a governess. She. . . left her last post for reasons that are personal and private. And she doesn’t wish to answer any questions. DIANA: She wants to find work. And, she’s to stay until she does. MARY: Naturally, we said that you would help her. .. ST. JOHN: Naturally. My sisters seem to have everything arranged. I’ll do what I can. JANE: Thank you. ST. JOHN: Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some reading to do. * * . (In front of the building on a fine day) DIANA: No, he just stood there stuttering. Getting quite red in the face. MARY: Oh, poor Mr. Sutcliffe ! He just likes you. DIANA: Oh, Mary, he’s so old! MARY: Well, he doesn’t think so. Even though he has been married twice before. Well, you come and sit here and you can help me with some of these. DIANA: Have you seen him staring at me in church? MARY: My dear, you go from one extreme to the other. (St. John comes over. ) JANE: Good morning. ST. JOHN: I thought we might go for a walk. All of us. MARY: Don’t you think you walk enough miles in this parish, St. John? JANE: I’d like very much to go. (They go to a church.) ST. JOHN: I’ve er…found you some work. I doubt you’ll like it, though. JANE: I’ll be the better judge of that, when you tell me what it is. (They get in the church.) JANE: It’s a lovely church. It must give you pleasure to work here. ST. JOHN: The duties weary me to death ! Does that shock you? JANE: Your sisters told me you wanted to go, to India. ST. JOHN: You disapprove? JANE: One can serve God in many ways. ST. JOHN: I need to serve in a large way. I have to s. . . I have to serve my Saviour. I have to serve my Saviour. Do you understand? I shall do it with all my power and all my strength. And who comes with me on that road must do the same. You’re not married? JANE: No. ST. JOHN: Were you fleeing from an entanglement? JANE: I have been loved. ST. JOHN: Let me show you something. I’ve had it in mind for some time to open a school here for the village children. They ‘have no access to education, and therefore no hope of progress. You have a need to serve too, I think. That’s the only reason I offer to you. The pay is poor, thirty pounds a year. But you can live with us. JANE:. I accept.. * * * |
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发布于：2007-05-28 21:49
JANE:. (Teaching the children in the open air) Now the oak is the most famous of all
the English trees. We use it for furniture, for the roofs of. our houses, for ships, the panelling you see in the church. All right, children, you can go and play for ten minutes. (ST. John comes and brings Jane a letter.) ST. JOHN: Jane! What is it? JANE:. 1 wanted only to know. * * * (Jane plays on the piano.) DIANA: That was lovely, Jane. ST. ,JOHN: Yes, you play very well JANE: No, I play a little. ST. JOHN: Don’t agree. ... you. play well. Please continue. JANE: I’m very, tired. If you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go to bed. MARY: It is hard work teaching the children all day, St. John. I think it’s time we all went to bed. JOHN: Very well, since I’m to be in the minority. (They kiss good night.) ST. JOHN: Good night, Mary. Good night, Diana. DIANA: Good night. ST. JOHN: Jane. . . thank you for playing. JANE: Good night. DIANA: Oh, kiss Jane too, St. John. (St. John kisses Jane on the forehead.) ST. JOHN: Good night. JANE: Good night. DIANA. Oh, Jane, he likes you. JANE: Good night, good night, Mary. DIANA: Good night, Jane. * * * |
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发布于：2007-05-30 04:42
(In the classroom)
1ST LITTLE GIRL: To go back is nothing but death. To go forward is fear of death, and life everlasting beyond it. 2ND LITTLE GIRL: I will go forward. 3RD LITTLE GIRL: So Mistrust and Timorous run down the hill and Christian went on his way. JANE: All right, children, you can bring me the book, and go home now. Good after- noon, good afternoon. Thank you, Mary. ST. JOHN: Good afternoon. (To Jane) 1 can see you’re enjoying yourself. JANE: Yes. Yes, I am. ST. JOHN: Surely you find it dull. The largest portion if your mind you can’t use here. What will you do with all your accomplishments? JANE: Save them until they are wanted. They will keep. ST. JOHN: Have you ever thought they may be wanted now. At this minutes In some corner of the world where God’s voice is not heard at all. Has that never occurred to you? JANE: The school is enough for me. ST. JOHN: Is it? Is it really, Jane? Have you ever looked into your heart and asked yourself if you can’t do more? I did. And the moment I did, I knew that my whole life until then had been a waste. A desert. (The talk continues in the evening.) ST. JOHN: I knew at that moment that I’d been chosen. That God had an errand for me that would take me far away, carrying His light into the regions of darkness. It was as if someone had lit a lamp that I never realised was there. JANE: And what of love, St. John? ST. JOHN: Of man? JANE: Of woman. I was thinking of you. ST JOHN: It had its place But we must all bow to a higher love. JANE: Can we love one without the other? ST.JOHN: You place too much importance on human love. (The scene changes into the church.) ST. JOHN’S VOICE PREACHING: For there are more ways to happiness than through the flesh; It often seems strange to me that so few discover this in the course of their lives. But clearly, clearly we are not all made of the same clay. There are some who have been given a strength far beyond their needs. I urge them to know that strength. What it is and why it was given. I bring an offer straight from God to take their place in the ranks of His chosen. I say ‘Come with me.’ I claim you for my sovereign’s service. I claim you for this great work. Join me and have no fear. God will protect you. For it is his work you have undertaken. (Out in the field, the question is still being discussed.) ST.JOHN: Jane. I leave for India in six weeks. Come with me. God intended you to serve as He intended me. Think what you could do there. You could run schools, help in hospitals. It would be glorious work. JANE: I’m not fit for it. I’ve no vocation. ST.JOHN: But you have. You don’t realise it yet. But you have ! As much as I. I’ve watched you day after day and seen it grow and develop. Don’t you see? God sent you here for a purpose to join with me in this great work: I know it must seem strange to you at first, but you’ll see what impetus you’ll draw from our marriage! JANE:Marriage? ST. JOHN: Marry me. Together our strength will more than double what we each have. And we’ll give it all to God. This will fill an empty place for you, I know it. Work is the best balm; the best healer. Wrench your heart away and fix it on your maker. JANE: But if we don’t love each other. ST.JOHN: We can learn. Jane, we’ll work. We’ll spend ourselves in the service of God, you and I together in some foreign land. Loving God and, who knows, finding we love each other. Isn’t that the best way? Isn’t it? Say yes, Jane, say yes. JANE: No. ST.JOHN: I need you as I never needed anyone. Oh.. . help me! Help me! Jane! Help me. Give me your strength as well, for I need it. JANE: No, I can’t marry you! I could never marry you! ST. JOHN: Jane! JANE: You say you need me. The one thing I could give you means nothing to you. Nothing ! You ask me to marry you, and speak no word of 1ove between us. Oh, God ! Better to shut me in a tomb, let me die. . . for I have been loved, St. John. Loved ! Oh, dear heaven, I have been loved. I must go to him. It may be too late...I must go. ST. JOHN: You’re rejecting God. JANE: No. I’m finding Him. In His people, in the love they have for each other, each other, St. John! Each other! You cannot love just God alone. * * * |
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发布于：2007-05-30 04:43
(Jane goes back to Thornfield. She is at a loss when she find the building burnt. John,
the coachman, meets her.) JOHN: Miss Eyre. JANE: John! What happened? JOHN: She burnt it. Set a light to it. It was terrible, Miss Eyre. She got away from Grace Poole and she climbed onto the roof and stood there shouting. Mr. Rochester tried to reach her, but she jumped. She killed herself on the stone there. JANE: And Mr. Rochester? JOHN: The floor gave way beneath him and he fell through. He’s not dead, Miss Eyre, but... JANE: Where is he? JOHN: At Ferndean with Mrs. Fairfax, Miss Eyre. A burning timber fell across his face. He’s blind. Stone blind. * * * (Rochester is sitting in the garden in front of the building of Ferndean when he hears someone coming.) ROCHESTER: Who is there? Mrs. Fairfax, is that you? Is anyone there? There, boy. Ah! There’s no one there. Whom did you think it was? Mm? Is anyone there, I say? Who is it? JANE: It is I. ROCHESTER: Jane! JANE: Yes. ROCHESTER: Jane! JANE: Yes. Yes! ROCHESTER: You mock me. Is that you, Jane? Is it really you? Have you come to visit me? You didn’t think to find me like this, mm? What? Caring? No need for tears. How long can you stay? An hour or two? Stay a little while. Or do you have some fretting husband waiting for you? JANE: No. ROCHESTER: No husband yet? Well, that’s bad, Jane. You’re not pretty, you know, you can’t be choosey. JANE: No, sir. ROCHESTER: Still, I’m surprised you have not been asked. JANE: I didn’t say I had not been asked, sir. ROCHESTER: I see. Yes. That’s good, Jane. You should be married. JANE: Yes, sir. f think so, and so should you. You can’t be choosey sir, any more than I. ROCHESTER: No, perhaps not. Well, when is this wedding of yours? I’ll bring Adele home from school. JANE: Wedding, sir? ROCHESTER: The devil take it, didn’t you say you were getting married? JANE: No, sir. ROCHESTER: Well, I’m sure some fool will find you soon enough. JANE: I hope so, sir. Some fool that found me once before. I’ve come home, Edward. Let me stay. — THE END— |
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发布于：2007-05-30 09:07
Sojourner, what a great job you have done for the English readers of this play! I am sure the number of readers, indeed, the number of visitors to this website, because of your contribution, will increase. My thanks for your hard work can't be put in words. All I can do instead is to present an iconic flower to you as my hearty gratitude.
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发布于：2007-06-25 22:21
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发布于：2007-08-17 10:09
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