飘剧本

Gone With the Wind

The first scene:

(Scarlett enters the hall with her family.)

Scarlett: Ashley!

Ashley: Scarlett! My dear!

Scarlett: I've been looking for you everywhere. I've got something I must tell you.

Can't we go some place where it's quiet?

Ashley: Yes I'd like to, but... I've something to tell you, too. Something I...I hope you'll be glad to hear. Now come and say hello to my cousin, Melanie Wilkes. Scarlett: Oh, do we have to?

Ashley: She's been looking forward to seeing you again. Melanie! Here's Scarlett. Melanie: Scarlett. I'm so glad to see you again.

Scarlett: Melanie Hamilton, what a surprise to run into you here. I hope you're going to stay with us a few days at least.

Melanie: I hope I shall stay long enough for us to become real friends, Scarlett.

I do so want us to be.

Ashley: We'll keep her here, won't we, Scarlett?

Scarlett Oh, we'll just have to make the biggest fuss over her, won't we, Ashley? And if there's anybody who knows how to give a girl a good time, it's Ashley.

Though I expect our good times must seem terribly silly to you because you're so serious.

Melanie: Oh, Scarlett. You have so much life. I've always admired you so, I wish I could be more like you.

Scarlett: You mustn't flatter me, Melanie, and say things you don't mean.

Ashley: Nobody could accuse Melanie of being insincere. Could they, my dear? Scarlett: Oh, well then, she's not like you. Is she, Ashley? Ashley never means a word he says to any girl. Ashley? Ashley never means a word he says to any girl Oh, why Charles Hamilton, you handsome old thing, you.

…

(Noon time, the gentlemen are gathering in the downstairs hall, talking about the war. All the girls are sleeping. Scarlett goes to look for Ashley.)

(Scarlett closes the door except for a crack and tried to make her heart beat more slowly. Ashley calls a final farewell and walk into the front hall.)

Scarlett: He must love me. Perhaps if I prayed—hail Mary, full of grace—

Ashley: Why, Scarlett!

(Ashley stands in the hall peering at her through the partly opened door, a quizzical smile on his face.)

Ashley: Who are you hiding from—Charles or the Tarletons?

Scarlett: …

Scarlett is excited and can not speak. She puts out a hand and draws him into the room. Ashley enters the room and closes the door. He is puzzled but interested.

Ashley: What is it?

Scarlett touches his hands and feels nervous.

Ashley: What is it? A secret to tell me?

Scarlett: Yes—a secret I love you.

(For an instance there is a silence so acute it seemed that neither of them even breathe.)

Ashley: Isn’t it enough that you’ve collected every other man’s heart here today? (With the old, teasing, caressing note in his voice)

Do you want to make it unanimous? Well, you’ve always had my heart, you know. You cut your teeth on it.

Scarlett: Ashley—Ashley—tell me—you must—oh, don’t tease me now! Have I your heart? Oh, my dear, I lo—

Ashley’ hand went across her lips, swiftly.

Ashley: You must not say these things, Scarlett! You mustn’t. You don’t mean them.

You’ll hate yourself for saying them, and you’ll hate me for hearing them! Scarlett: I couldn’t ever hate you. I tell you I love you and I know you must care about me because—Ashley, do you care—you do, don’t you?

Ashley: Yes, I care.

Scarlett, can’t we go away and forget that we have ever said these thin gs? Scarlett: No, I can’t. What do you mean? Don’t you want to—to marry me?

Ashley:I’m going to marry Melanie.

Scarlett sits on the low velvet chair. Ashley holds both her hands.

Ashley: Father is to announce the engagement tonight. We are to be married soon. I should have told you, but I thought you knew. I thought everyone knew—had known for years. I never dreamed that you—You’ve so many pursuers. I thought Stuart—

Scarlett: But you just said you cared for me.

Ashley: My dear, must you make me say things that will hurt you? How can I make you see these things, my dear. You who are so young and unthinking that you

do not know what marriage means.

Scarlett: I know I love you.

Ashley: Love isn’t enough to make a successful marriage when two people are as different as we are. You would want all of a man, Scarlett, his body, his heart, his soul, his thoughts. And if you did not have them, you would be miserable. And I couldn’t give you all of me. I couldn’t give all of me to anyone. And you would be hurt, and then you would come to hate me—how bitterly! You would hate the books I read and the music I loved, because they took me away from you even for a moment And I—perhaps I—”

Scarlett: Do you love her?

Ashley: She is like me, part of my blood, and we understand each other. Scarlett!

Scarlett!

Scarlett: But you said you cared.

Ashley: I shouldn’t have said it.

I was a cad to say it, as I’m going to marry Melanie. I should not have said it,

for I knew you wouldn’t understand. How could I help caring for you—you who have all the passion for life that I have not? Why you are as elemental as

fire and wind and wild things and I—”

Scarlett: Why don’t you say it, you coward! You’re afraid to marry me! You’d rather live with that stupid little fool who can’t open her mouth except to say ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ and raise a passel of mealy-mouthed brats just like her! Why—Ashley: You must not say these things about Melanie!

Scarlett: I mustn’t’ be damned to you! Who are you to tell me I mustn’t? You coward, you cad, you— You made me believe you were going to marry me—I shall

hate you till I die, you lowdown—lowdown—

Ashley: Scarlett—please—

(He put out his hand toward her and, as he does she slaps him across the face with all the strength she has. He said nothing, but lifted her limp hand to his lips and kissed it. Then he was gone before she could speak again, closing the door softly behind him.) (Her hand dropped to a little table beside her, fingering a tiny china rose-bowl on which two china cherubs smirked. She picked up the bowl and hurled it viciously across the room toward the fireplace. It barely cleared the tall back of the sofa and splintered with a little crash against the marble mantelpiece.)

Rhett: Has the war started?

Rhett Butler rises from the sofa. It frightens her so much

Rhett: It is bad enough to have an afternoon nap disturbed by such a passage as I’ve been forced to hear, but why should my life be endangered?

Scarlett: Sir, you should have made known your presence.

Rhett: In the middle of that beautiful love scene? That wouldn’t have been very wise, would it? But don’t worry; your secret is safe with me.

Scarlett: Sir, you are no gentleman!

Rhett: And, you, Miss, are no lady. Don’t think I hold that against you.

Ladies have seldom held any charms for me.

Scarlett: First you take a low, common advantage of me, then you insult me.

Rhett: I meant it as a compliment and I hope to see more of you when you are free of the spell of the elegant Mrs. Wilkes. I don’t think he is half good enough for a girl of you, what was it? ---Your passion for living?

Scarlett: How dare you! You aren’t fit to wipe his boots!

Rhett: And you were going to hate him all your life!

(He sinks down on the sofa, laughing. she walks out of the room.)

The second scene:

(Mrs. Wilkes has a miscarriage and is dying. Rhett and Scarlett go to see her. Scarlett throws open the door. Ashley comes to her and puts his hand upon her arm.) Ashley: She asked for you. I’m glad you’ve come, Scarlett.

Scarlett: I came as quickly as I could. Can I see her now?

Ashley: No. Dr. Meade is in there now.

Scarlett: she’s better, isn’t she, Ashley? Speak to me! Don’t look like that! She isn’t really—

Ashley: She kept asking for you.

Scarlett: Why didn’t Melanie tell me? I’d never have gone to Marietta if I’d know n! Ashley: She was afraid you’d scold her if you knew.She wanted to wait till she thought it safe and sure and then surprise you. You know how she was about babies—how much she’s wanted a little girl. And everything went so well until—and then for no reason at all—

(The doctor: Come, Scarlett.)

Melanie lies in the bed. Melanie’s face is of a waxy yellow color.

Scarlett: It’s me, Melly.

Melanie’s eyes open a slit.

Melanie: Promise me?

Scarlett: Oh, anything!

Melanie: Beau—look after him. I gave him to you, once before—‘member?—before he was born.

Scarlett: You know I promise. I’ll treat him like he was my own boy.

Melanie: Ashley. You’ll—look after him?

Scarlett: Oh, yes, I’ll.

Melanie: Look after—his business—you understand?

Scarlett: Yes, I understand. I will.

Melanie: Look after him, Scarlett—but—don’t ever let him know.

Scarlett: I’ll look after him and the business too, and I’ll never let him know. I’ll just kind of suggest things to him.

Scarlett: I’ve been a devil! I’ve wronged you so! I never did an ything for you! It was all for Ashley.

The doctor comes in.

Scarlett: Good night.

Melanie: Promise me—Captain Butler—be kind to him. He—loves you so. Scarlett: Rhett?

Melanie: Yes, indeed.

(Scarlett goes out and looks for Ashley.)

(Ashley is standing in fr ont of the dresser, looking at a pair of Melanie’s mended gloves.)

Scarlett: Ashley!

Ashley: I was going to run and find you—run like a child wanting comfort—and I find a child, more frightened, running to me.

Scarlett: Nothing has ever frightened you. But I—You’ve always been so strong—Ashley: If I’ve ever been strong, it was because she was behind me,and—all the strength I ever had is going with her.

Scarlett: why, Ashley, you love her, don’t you?

Ashley: She is the only dream I ever had that lived and breathed and did not die in the face of reality.

Scarlett: You’ve been such a fool, Ashley. Why couldn’t you see that she was worth a million of me? Oh, you should have realized and not kept me dangling with all your talk about honor and sacrifice! Oh, Ashley, men are supposed to know such things—not women! You should have seen so clearly that you

loved her all the time and only wanted me like—like Rhett wants that Watling woman!

Scarlett: Forgive me, darling! Don’t cry, sweet. She’d want you to be brave.She’ll want to see you in a moment and you must be brave. She mustn’t see that you’ve been crying. It would worry her.

Ashley: What will I do? I can’t—I can’t live without her!

(Melanie passes away. Scarlett comforts the heart-broken Ashley, neglecting the existence of Rhett Butler, who couldn't bear to see the scene, leaves.)

(The doctor: Ashley! Quick!)

Scarlett: My God! She’s gone! Hurry!

(Scarlett left.)

Scarlett: Rhett! I love him. I don’t know how long I’ve loved him but it’s true. And if it hadn’t been for Ashley, I’d have realized it long ago. I’ve never been able to see the world at all, because Ashley stood in the way.

She stands up straight and looked at the house on the hill.

Scarlett: I’ll tell him what a fool I’ve been and how much I love him and I’ll make it up to him.

(Outside the restroom.)

Rhett: Come and sit down. She is dead?

(Scarlett nods.)

Rhett: Well, God rest her. She was the only completely kind person I ever knew. Scarlett: Oh, Rhett! Why didn’t you come in with me? It was dread ful—and I needed you so!

Rhett: I couldn’t have borne it. A very great lady.

His eyes come back to her.

Rhett: So she’s dead. That makes it nice for you, doesn’t it?

Scarlett: Oh, how can you say such things? You know how I loved her!

Rhett: No, I can’t say I did. Most unexpected and it’s to your credit, that you could appreciate her at last.

Scarlett: How can you talk so? Of course I appreciated her! You didn’t. You didn’t know her like I did! It isn’t in you to understand her—how good she was—Rhett: Indeed? Perhaps not.

Scarlett: She thought of everybody except herself—why, her last words were about you.

Rhett: What did she say?

Scarlett: She said—she said—‘Be kind to Captain Butler. He loves you so much. Rhett: Did she say anything else?

Scarlett: She asked me to take care of little Beau and I said I would, like he was my own boy.

Rhett: What else?

Scarlett: She said—Ashley—she asked me to look after Ashley, too.

Rhett: It’s convenient to have the first wife’s permission, isn’t it?

Scarlett: What do you mean?

Rhett: I think my meaning’s plain enough. Miss Melly is dead. You certainly have all

the evidence you want to divorce me and you haven’t enough reputation left for a divorce to hurt you. And you haven’t any religion left, so the Church won’t matter. Th en—Ashley and dreams come true with the blessings of Miss Melly.

Scarlett: Divorce? No! No! Oh, you’re all wrong! Terribly wrong. I don’t want a divorce— I—

Rhett: You are tired. You’d bet ter go to bed.

Scarlett: But I must tell you!

Rhett: Scarlett. I do n’t want to hear—anything.

Scarlett: But you don’t know what I’m going to say!

Rhett: Scarlett, don’t go on with this. Don’t be humble before me. I can’t bear it.

Leave us some dignity, some reticence to remember out of our marriage. Spare us this last.

Scarlett: Oh, Rhett, I love you so, darling! I must have loved you for years and I was such a fool I didn’t know it. Rhett, you must believe me!

Rhett: Oh, I believe you, But what of Ashley Wilkes?

Scarlett: Ashley! I—I don’t believe I’ve cared anything about him for ages. Rhett, I’d never even thought I cared about him if I’d ever known what he was really like.

Rhett: No—

Scarlett: Oh, Rhett, don’t let’s talk of him! What does he matter now? Aren’t you glad to know— I mean, now that I—

Rhett: Glad? Once I would have thanked God, fasting, to hear you say all this. But, now, it doesn’t matter.

Scarlett: Doesn’t matter?What are you talking about? Of course, it matters! Rhett, you do care, don’t you? You must care. Melly said you did.

Rhett: Well, she was right, as far as she knew. But, Scarlett, did it ever occur to you that even the most deathless love could wear out?

Mine wore out.

Scarlett: But love can’t wear out!

Rhett: Yours for Ashley did.

Scarlett: But I never really loved Ashley!

Rhett: I see no need for explanations. The truth’s so plain.

Scarlett: Oh, Rhett ...

Rhett: Oh, Scarlett, I tried everything. If you'd only met me halfway, even when I came back from London...

Scarlett: Oh, but Rhett, I did want you then but you were so nasty! I did want you! I think—

Rhett:I t doesn’t matter now. It was all over.

But then, there was Bonnie and I saw that everything wasn’t over, after all. I liked to think that Bonnie was you, a little girl again, before the war and poverty had done things to you. She was so like you, so willful, so brave and gay and full of high spirits, and I could pet her and spoil her—just as I wanted to pet you. But she wasn’t like you—she loved me. It was a blessing that I

could take the love you didn’t want and give it to her ... Whe n she went, she took everything.

Scarlett: Darling, I’m so sorry but I’ll make it all up to you! We can be so happy, now that we know the truth and—Rhett—look at me, Rhett! There—there can be other babies—not like Bonnie but—

Rhett: Thank you, no. I’ll not risk my heart a third time.

Scarlett: Rhett, don’t say such things! Oh, what can I say to make you understand?

I’ve told you how sorry I am—

Rhett: My darling, you’re such a child. You think that by saying, ‘I’m sorry,’ all the errors and hurts of years past can be corrected... Take my handkerchief, Scarlett. Never, at any crisis of your life, have I known you to have a handkerchief.

(Scarlett takes the handkerchief, blows her nose and sits down.)

Rhett: How old are you, my dear?

Scarlett: Twenty-eight.

Rhett: It’s a young age to have gained the whole world and lost your own soul, isn’t it?

Well, you are rich enough and you’ve got Ashley, if you want him.

Scarlett: But, but I love you!

Rhett: That’s your misfortune. I am going away.

Scarlett: It’s you I wa nt. Take me with you!

Rhett: No.

Scarlett: Where will you go?

Rhett: I'm going to Charleston. Back where I belong

Rhett: Scarlett, when you are forty-five, perhaps you will know what I’m talking about. But I doubt it. Anyway, I can’t wait that long to see. And I have no desire to wait.

Scarlett: Stop.

Rhett: Well, you get my meaning, don’t you?

Scarlett: No. All I know is that you do not love me and you are going away! Oh, my darling, if you go, what shall I do?

Rhett: Scarlett, What is broken is broken.

My dear, it’s none of my business.

(Rhett goes away.)

Scarlett: I won’t think of it now, I’ll go crazy if I think about losing him now. I’ll think of it tomorrow. But, I can’t let him go! There must be some way!

I’ll—why, I’ll go home to Tara tomorr ow, I’ll think of it all tomorrow, at Tara.

I can stand it then. Tomorrow.I’ll think of some way to get him back. After all,

tomorrow is another day.

小组成员：宋远悦（Scarlett），樊卫青（Rhett），刘婉婷（Melanie），多清素（Ashley）。