简爱台词.doc

第一幕 Offscreen voice：My name is Jane Eyre. I was born in 1820, a harsh time of change in England. Money and position seemed all that mattered. Charity was a cold and disagreeable word. Religion too often wore a mask of bigotry and cruelty. There was no proper place for the poor or the unfortunate. I had no father or mother, brother or sister. As a child I lived with my aunt, Mrs. Reed of Gateshead Hall. I do not remember that she ever spoke one kind word to me. Waiter： Careful, Bessie, she bites. Come on out, Jane Eyre. Mrs. Reed wants to see you in the Drawing room. Go on. Knock! Waiter ：Don't bully the child! ( Waiter: Knock! ) Mrs.Reed： Come in. This is Mr. Brocklehurst, is the child in question. She is the daughter of my late husband's sister, by an unfortunate union which we in the family prefer to forget. For some years she has lived in this house. Mr.Brocklehurst：The recipient I can clearly see, of every care which a loving benefactress could lavish upon her. Come here, little girl. What is your name? Jane： Jane Eyre, sir. Mr.Brocklehurst：Well, Jane Eyre, and are you a good child? Mrs.Reed： The less said on that subject, the better. Mr.Brocklehurst：Indeed? Mrs.Reed ：Only this morning she struck her little cousin most brutally and without provocation. Jane： That isn't true. Mrs.Reed ：Jane! Jane ：He hit me first. Mrs.Reed： Silence! John, dear, did you strike her first? John： No, I didn't, mama. Jane： You did, you know you did. You knocked me down and hit my head and made it bleed! John： I did not! ( Jane: You did! Yes, you did! ) Mrs.Reed ：I won't listen to your odious lies. You see, Mr. Brocklehurst, how passionate and wicked she is? Mr.Brocklehurst：I do indeed. Come here, child. You and I must have some talk.No sight so sad as that of a wicked child. You known where the wicked go after death? Jane： They go to Hell. Mr.Brocklehurst：And what is Hell? Jane： A pit full of fire. Mr.Brocklehurst：And should you like to fall into that pit and be burning there for