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1、The Hairy ApeA Comedy of Ancient and Modern LifeCHARACTERS： ROBERT SMITH, YANK PADDY LONG MILDRED DOUGLAS HER AUNT SECOND ENGINEER A GUARD A SECRETARY OF AN ORGANIZATION STOKERS, LADIES, GENTLEMEN, ETC.SCENE ISCENE-_The firemens forecastle of a transatlantic liner an hour after sailing from New York
2、 for the voyage across. Tiers of narrow, steel bunks, three deep, on all sides. An entrance in rear. Benches on the floor before the bunks. The room is crowded with men, shouting, cursing, laughing, singing-a confused, inchoate uproar swelling into a sort of unity, a meaning-the bewildered, furious,
3、 baffled defiance of a beast in a cage. Nearly all the men are drunk. Many bottles are passed from hand to hand. All are dressed in dungaree pants, heavy ugly shoes. Some wear singlets, but the majority are stripped to the waist._The treatment of this scene, or of any other scene in the play, should
4、 by no means be naturalistic. The effect sought after is a cramped space in the bowels of a ship, imprisoned by white steel. The lines of bunks, the uprights supporting them, cross each other like the steel framework of a cage. The ceiling crushes down upon the mens heads. They cannot stand upright.
5、 This accentuates the natural stooping posture which shovelling coal and the resultant over-development of back and shoulder muscles have given them. The men themselves should resemble those pictures in which the appearance of Neanderthal Man is guessed at. All are hairy-chested, with long arms of t
6、remendous power, and low, receding brows above their small, fierce, resentful eyes. All the civilized white races are represented, but except for the slight differentiation in color of hair, skin, eyes, all these men are alike._The curtain rises on a tumult of sound. YANK is seated in the foreground
7、. He seems broader, fiercer, more truculent, more powerful, more sure of himself than the rest. They respect his superior strength-the grudging respect of fear. Then, too, he represents to them a self-expression, the very last word in what they are, their most highly developed individual._VOICES-Gif
8、 me trink dere, you!Ave a wet!Salute!Gesundheit!Skoal!Drunk as a lord, God stiffen you!Heres how!Luck!Pass back that bottle, damn you!Pourin it down his neck!Ho, Froggy! Where the devil have you been?La Touraine.I hit him smash in yaw, py Gott!Jenkins-the First-hes a rotten swine-And the coppers nab
9、bed him-and I run-I like peer better. It dont pig head gif you.A slut, Im sayin! She robbed me aslape-To hell with em allYoure a bloody liar!Say dot again!_Commotion. Two men about to fight are pulled apart._No scrappin now!To-night-See whos the best man!Bloody Dutchman!To-night on the forard square
10、.Ill bet on Dutchy.He packa da wallop, I tella you!Shut up, Wop!No fightin, maties. Were all chums, aint we?_A voice starts bawling a song._ Beer, beer, glorious beer! Fill yourselves right up to here.YANK-_For the first time seeming to take notice of the uproar about him, turns around threateningly
11、-in a tone of contemptuous authority._ Choke off dat noise! Where dyuh get dat beer stuff? Beer, hell! Beers for goils-and Dutchmen. Me for somepn wit a kick to it! Gimme a drink, one of youse guys. _Several bottles are eagerly offered. He takes a tremendous gulp at one of them; then, keeping the bo
12、ttle in his hand, glares belligerently at the owner, who hastens to acquiesce in this robbery by saying:_ All righto, Yank. Keep it and have another. _Yank contemptuously turns his back on the crowd again. For a second there is an embarrassed silence. Then-_VOICES-We must be passing the Hook. Shes b
13、eginning to roll to it. Six days in hell-and then Southampton. Py Yesus, I vish somepody take my first vatch for me! Gittin seasick, Square-head? Drink up and forget it! Whats in your bottle? Gin. Dots nigger trink. Absinthe? Its doped. Youll go off your chump, Froggy! Cochon! Whiskey, thats the tic
14、ket! Wheres Paddy? Going asleep. Sing us that whiskey song, Paddy. _They all turn to an old, wizened Irishman who is dozing, very drunk, on the benches forward. His face is extremely monkey-like with all the sad, patient pathos of that animal in his small eyes._ Singa da song, Caruso Pat! Hes gettin
15、 old. The drink is too much for him. Hes too drunk.PADDY-_Blinking about him, starts to his feet resentfully, swaying, holding on to the edge of a bunk._ Im never too drunk to sing. Tis only when Im dead to the world Id be wishful to sing at all. _With a sort of sad contempt._ Whiskey Johnny, ye want? A chanty, ye want? Now thats a queer wish from the ugly like of you, God help you. But no matther. _He starts to sing in a thin, nasal, doleful tone: _ Oh, whiskey is the life of man! Whiskey! O Johnny!_They all join in on this._ Oh, whiskey is the life of man!
