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四人英语话剧剧本-The Rolling Orange The Rolling Orange讲述桔子的故事。一天早上，桔子一家醒来，发现人们开着卡车，搬着梯子，来摘桔子了，快来看看他们的命运如何吧。 人物 Tom: Father Orange Klye: Mother Orange Wallis: Older Sister Orange Jessie: Little Brother Orange Characters Father Orange: He is a middle-aged, considerate, and thoughtful man. Mother Orange: She is a younger and more youthful woman than Father. She is also very optimistic. Older Sister Orange: She is young , energetic, and competitive . Little Brother Orange: He is the youngest and, therefore, a little spoiled. SCENE I 场景一：果园 One Morning in an Orange Orchard. (Today is a sunny day . An orange family is discussing nervously about something on an orange tree in an orchard. ) Father: I was awakened early this morning by the sound of trucks in the field (yawning). Mother: Well, it wasn’t the first time to be like this. Sister: A whole bunch of strange men was brought in by trucks. Brother: That really scared me. They got out and started to climb up ladders. Sister: (Afraid suddenly) Oh! My friends were grabbed and put into large bags. I could hear them yell for help. Father: Hey! We shouldn’t look at them; otherwise, they’ll notice us. Mother: But it’s useless. Sister: Oh, God! We’re discovered! Brother: Oh! We’re being grabbed and pulled from our branches. What will we do for food and water? Sister: It will be so uncomfortable going to town in that bag with a lot of strangers. Mother: Well, we’ll just have to do our best. Father: Yeah! SCENE II On a Fruit Stand. (After having been on the road in a bag for half an hour, they are placed on a fruit stand. ) Sister: Gee! This place is so cold and desolate. I wish we had our friends here on this stand (looks at the opposite fruit stall). Brother: I tried to make friends with these people on our way here, but everyone looked pretty uncomfortable and scared. (Suddenly) Sister: Oh! Mother! How could they do that? Mother: What are you talking about? Brother: I know what she’s talking about (Brother turns to look). Father: What did you see? Sister: My friends were cut up and eaten. How could they do that? I’m so scared. Father: Now, children, be calm. Mother: Sh~ Someone’s coming. Father: Try to be quiet. Sister: I don’t want to be taken away. Brother: Oh! My friend’s being taken away. Sister: Your friend looks so fat. Mother: If we look sour, maybe we won’t be taken away. Brother: That’s a bright idea. But how could we look sour? Mother: Now, children, stop being scared and calm down. Father: Oh! No! I’m being looked at. Mother: I told you not to eat so much. Now you look so fat and juicy. (Father is being taken away.) Brother: Oh, no, Dad! Father: (Sadly) Good bye, children. Sister: Oh! Dad’s being put into the basket and taken away. Mother: Oh, no! Brother: Stop that. Our father can’t be taken away. Mother: Look, he’s being bagged and put into a cart. Sister: Hey! The cart’s wheels are going out of the store. Brother: A car’s pulling up. Mother: Oh, no! His bag is being picked up. Sister: But it’s breaking. And Dad’s falling out. Brother: Dad’s rolling away. All: (Jumping up and down cheering) ROLL! ROLL! He’s getting away. Sister & Brother: Yip! Yip! Hurray for Dad! Mother: Oh! Thank God.

这是我写的一个四人关于体育爱好的对话.A Conversation about HobbiesMichael and John are on their way to the tennis court. They meet Charles and David.Michael: hi, Charlie and Dave, how is everything?Charles: ok.Thank you. How about you? It seems like you two are going to play tennis?John: Yes.We are gong to play tennis. Would you like to join us? We can play doubles.David: No. Thanks. We have a football game this afternoon. But the goalie is not feeling well. Do you know anybody who could be a goalie for our team? Just for today.Michael: I am afraid not.Charles, What’s so good about playing tennis? Why can’t you guys cancel playing tennis today and come to join us.One will be the goalie and one will cheer for us.Michael: You know what? I took tennis classes recently and I find myself so crazy about it. I feel so energetic after playing tennis. Charles: I don’t play tennis. I just play football. Tennis is not as exciting as football.Michael: Charlie, I am afraid I can’t agree with you at this point. John : me neither.Michael:It is much easier to find one tennis partner than to find a whole team of people to play football.David:That’s true.Charlie: But, don’t you think more people are more exciting? Playing tennis is like playing a ping pong game. You merely play back and forth. It’s a kind of boring.Michael and John: Noooooooo!Michael: When you play tennis, you can keep fit and you don’t get hurt. John: There is too much body contact in playing football. I don’t want to be pushed, be stepped, be knocked down or……Charles: that’s the best part of the game.David: well, we all learn to play smart.Michael: Sorry. We can’t talk to you now. We have to go to our tennis club now. I can’t wait to play with John.Charles: ok. I have to call my buddies to see who would like to be our goalie today.Michael and John: Gook luck! Bye!Charles and David: Bye! Have a good day!Michael and John: you, too. 翻译这是我写的一个四人关于体育爱好的对话。关于业余爱好迈克尔和约翰是在网球场上。他们见到查尔斯和大卫。迈克尔:嗨,查理和戴夫,一切都好吗?查尔斯:好的。谢谢你。你怎么样?看来你们两个都要去打网球吗?约翰:是的。我们要去打网球。你愿意和我们一起去吗?我们可以打双打。大卫:不。谢谢。我们今天下午有一场足球赛。但守门员身体不太舒服。你知道谁会成为一名守门员为我们的团队吗?只为今朝。迈克尔:我恐怕不行。查尔斯,有什么好吃的打网球吗?你们为什么不能取消打网球,今天来加入我们的行列你将他们的守门员之一,将为我们加油。迈克尔:你知道吗?我把网球课最近我发现自己如此疯狂。我感到精力充沛的网球后。查尔斯:我不喜欢打网球。我刚去踢足球。网球是不像令人激动的足球。迈克尔:查理,我恐怕不能同意你的意见。约翰:我也不知道。迈克尔:很容易找到一个网球伙伴比找到一个整支球队的人去踢足球。大卫:那是真的。查理:但是,你不觉得越来越多的人更精彩吗?网球是喜欢打乒乓球比赛了。你只打来回摆动。它是一种无趣的人。迈克尔和约翰:错!迈克尔:你在打网球,你可以保持健康,你不会受到伤害。约翰:有太多的身体接触,在踢足球。我不想被推开,将被撞倒,或者……查尔斯:那是最好的游戏的一部分。大卫:好吧,我们都学会演奏聪明。迈克尔:对不起。我们现在不能和你谈话。我们要去打网球俱乐部。我等不及要玩了约翰。查尔斯:好的。我打电话给我的朋友,看看谁想成为我们的守门员。迈克尔和约翰:好运气!再见!查尔斯和大卫。再见!祝你有个美好的一天!迈克尔和约翰:你也是。

4人的英语短剧本如下：

N: Many years ago, on April 1, a body had birth. His father called him "foolman",

nobody like him except his mother. How time flies!

许多年以前的四月一日，有个婴孩诞生了，他老爸给他取名为“愚男”，除他妈妈，没人喜欢他。时间过的真快啊！

F: Mum, I'm eithteen years old, so I will leave this family.

妈妈，我十八岁了，我要离开这个家了。

Mum: All right, but please see me at times. This is a bottle of drink, a piece of dry bread. Remember: take good care of yourself, bye!

好的，但要时不时回家看望我哈。这是一瓶酒，一块干面包。记住：要照顾好自己啊。再见了！

N: He came to a forest, and met an ugly man.

他走到一座森林，遇到一个丑八怪的男人。

U: Hello! I'm very hungry and thirsty, could you give me something to drink and eat, please?

你好！我又饿又干，请给我些喝的和吃的，怎么样？

F: Ok, here.

好的。给。

U: Oh, thanks very much! Now, I will go. Oh, this stick is for you, it will bring luck to you. Good luck!

喔，多谢了！好，我要走了。哦，这根手杖给你，会给你带来好运的。一路好运！

N: The foolman reached a restaurant, the boss had two daughters, they found the stick very brightly.

愚男来到一栋餐馆，老板有两个女儿，她们发现那根手杖闪闪发光。

D1: Oh, how beautiful it is! I want it, it's great!!! （上前抓木棒，却被粘在上面） Oh! Dear! I can't leave it! （吃惊地）

喔，好漂亮的手杖啊！我想要，真是太棒了！！！(上前抓木棒，却被粘在上面)啊，老天啊！我放不开它了！(吃惊地)

D2: Sister, what are you doing there? Do you want this stick yourself?

No, I will get a part of it! We are parent's daughters, I must get a part of it like you! （走向木棒）

姐姐，你在那做啥啊？你自个儿想要那根手杖？不行，我要有一份！我们都是父母的女儿，我必须跟你一样要有一分！（走向木棒）

D1: Don't come! Don't come! It's dangerous!

别来！别来！危险！

D2: You can come, so I can come, too! （也被粘在木棒上） Oh, my god! What's wrong with me?

你来得，我也来得！（也被粘在木棒上）啊，老天啊！我怎么啦？

D1: What a pity!

真可惜！

N: Foolman didn't mind at all, after the meal he took the stick leave the restaurant.

Of course, two girls followed him. In the field they met an old scientist.

愚男一点都不在意，吃了饭之后，他拿起那根手杖就离开了饭馆。当然，那两个女孩就跟着他。来到一块田的时候，他们遇到一位科学家。

S: Oh! Terrible! You two girls follow a boy. How silly of you! I will take you back home, and take the boy to the police station.

（抓stick ,也被粘住） Oh! Bad luck! Terrible!

啊！太可怕了！你姐妹俩跟着一个男孩，你们怎么这么傻啊！我带你们回家，把这个男孩送到警察局去。（抓手杖 ,也被粘住）啊！糟糕！太糟糕啦！

N: A few days later, they got to a strange country. The king had a daughter, but she never smiled or laughed.

几天之后，他们来到一个陌生的国度。国王有个女儿，但她从来不笑。

King: Who can make her smile or laugh, she'll be his wife.

要是谁能让她笑，那她就是他的妻子。

F: Let me try , Perhaps I can.

我来看看。或许我能呢。

N: Then they went to see her. She saw foolman and his friends laughed and laughed.

这样他们就去看望她。她看到愚男和他的朋友就笑个不停。

短剧本特点：

1、剧本不像小说、散文那样可以不受时间和空间的限制，它要求时间、人物、情节、场景高度集中在舞台范围内。

2、反映现实生活的矛盾要尖锐突出 。

各种文学作品都要表现社会的矛盾冲突，而戏剧则要求在有限的空间和时间里反映的矛盾冲突更加尖锐突出。因为戏剧这种文学形式是为了集中反映现实生活中的矛盾冲突而产生的，所以说，没有矛盾冲突就没有戏剧。

3、剧本的语言要表现人物性格 。

Cindy的旅行（4人英语话剧剧本） 本短剧根据PEP Book Seven Unit One Part B Let’s Talk 的教学内容改编而成,主要操练句型:How can I go there?You can go by … 角色：C----Cindy (rabbit) B----Bird F----Fish G----Girl 道具：小兔、小鸟、鱼儿头饰和大海的图片 (Cindy is a little rabbit.She lives in a beautiful forest.One day ,she wants to go to the sea.) C:(兴高采烈,一蹦一跳)On foot,on foot,go to the see.Oh ,where’s my way? (沮丧无助地哭着) What can I do wu …wu ( A bird comes.) D:Can I help you,little rabbit? C:Oh,I’ m going to the sea ,but now I can’t find my way. D:（安慰小兔）Don’t worry,rabbit .I can go with you .. C:Thank you.How can I go there?You can fly ,but I can’t . D:（小鸟望了望天空说） Let me see.You can go by plane. C:Great. (Cindy and bird get to the seaside .They have a good time .A fish comes.) F:Hello ,rabbit .Nice to meet you. C:Nice to meet you ,too. F:Do you want to play in the sea?It’s interesting. C:Really?But I can’t swim.How can I go there? F:You can go by ship. C:Ok,let’s go. ( Cindy meets lots of friends in the sea.She is very happy.Later she arrives a city.She meets ….)

《项链》就不错Necklace The girl was one of those pretty and charming young creatures who sometimes are born, as if by a slip of fate, into a family of clerks. She had no dowry, no expectations, no way of being known, understood, loved, married by any rich and distinguished man; so she let herself be married to a little clerk of the Ministry of Public Instruction. She dressed plainly because she could not dress well, but she was unhappy as if she had really fallen from a higher station; since with women there is neither caste nor rank, for beauty, grace and charm take the place of family and birth. Natural ingenuity, instinct for what is elegant, a supple mind are their sole hierarchy, and often make of women of the people the equals of the very greatest ladies. Mathilde suffered ceaselessly, feeling herself born to enjoy all delicacies and all luxuries. She was distressed at the poverty of her dwelling, at the bareness of the walls, at the shabby chairs, the ugliness of the curtains. All those things, of which another woman of her rank would never even have been conscious, tortured her and made her angry. The sight of the little Breton peasant who did her humble housework aroused in her despairing regrets and bewildering dreams. She thought of silent antechambers hung with Oriental tapestry, illumined by tall bronze candelabra, and of two great footmen in knee breeches who sleep in the big armchairs, made drowsy by the oppressive heat of the stove. She thought of long reception halls hung with ancient silk, of the dainty cabinets containing priceless curiosities and of the little coquettish perfumed reception rooms made for chatting at five o'clock with intimate friends, with men famous and sought after, whom all women envy and whose attention they all desire. When she sat down to dinner, before the round table covered with a tablecloth in use three days, opposite her husband, who uncovered the soup tureen and declared with a delighted air, "Ah, the good soup! I don't know anything better than that," she thought of dainty dinners, of shining silverware, of tapestry that peopled the walls with ancient personages and with strange birds flying in the midst of a fairy forest; and she thought of delicious dishes served on marvellous plates and of the whispered gallantries to which you listen with a sphinxlike smile while you are eating the pink meat of a trout or the wings of a quail. She had no gowns, no jewels, nothing. And she loved nothing but that. She felt made for that. She would have liked so much to please, to be envied, to be charming, to be sought after. She had a friend, a former schoolmate at the convent, who was rich, and whom she did not like to go to see any more because she felt so sad when she came home. But one evening her husband reached home with a triumphant air and holding a large envelope in his hand. "There," said he, "there is something for you." She tore the paper quickly and drew out a printed card which bore these words: The Minister of Public Instruction and Madame Georges Ramponneau request the honor of M. and Madame Loisel's company at the palace of the Ministry on Monday evening, January 18th. Instead of being delighted, as her husband had hoped, she threw the invitation on the table crossly, muttering: "What do you wish me to do with that?" "Why, my dear, I thought you would be glad. You never go out, and this is such a fine opportunity. I had great trouble to get it. Every one wants to go; it is very select, and they are not giving many invitations to clerks. The whole official world will be there." She looked at him with an irritated glance and said impatiently: "And what do you wish me to put on my back?" He had not thought of that. He stammered: "Why, the gown you go to the theatre in. It looks very well to me." He stopped, distracted, seeing that his wife was weeping. Two great tears ran slowly from the corners of her eyes toward the corners of her mouth. "What's the matter? What's the matter?" he answered. By a violent effort she conquered her grief and replied in a calm voice, while she wiped her wet cheeks: "Nothing. Only I have no gown, and, therefore, I can't go to this ball. Give your card to some colleague whose wife is better equipped than I am." He was in despair. He resumed: "Come, let us see, Mathilde. How much would it cost, a suitable gown, which you could use on other occasions--something very simple?" She reflected several seconds, making her calculations and wondering also what sum she could ask without drawing on herself an immediate refusal and a frightened exclamation from the economical clerk. Finally she replied hesitating: "I don't know exactly, but I think I could manage it with four hundred francs." He grew a little pale, because he was laying aside just that amount to buy a gun and treat himself to a little shooting next summer on the plain of Nanterre, with several friends who went to shoot larks there of a Sunday. But he said: "Very well. I will give you four hundred francs. And try to have a pretty gown." The day of the ball drew near and Madame Loisel seemed sad, uneasy, anxious. Her frock was ready, however. Her husband said to her one evening: "What is the matter? Come, you have seemed very queer these last three days." And she answered: "It annoys me not to have a single piece of jewelry, not a single ornament, nothing to put on. I shall look poverty-stricken. I would almost rather not go at all." "You might wear natural flowers," said her husband. "They're very stylish at this time of year. For ten francs you can get two or three magnificent roses." She was not convinced. "No; there's nothing more humiliating than to look poor among other women who are rich." "How stupid you are!" her husband cried. "Go look up your friend, Madame Forestier, and ask her to lend you some jewels. You're intimate enough with her to do that." She uttered a cry of joy: "True! I never thought of it." The next day she went to her friend and told her of her distress. Madame Forestier went to a wardrobe with a mirror, took out a large jewel box, brought it back, opened it and said to Madame Loisel: "Choose, my dear." She saw first some bracelets, then a pearl necklace, then a Venetian gold cross set with precious stones, of admirable workmanship. She tried on the ornaments before the mirror, hesitated and could not make up her mind to part with them, to give them back. She kept asking: "Haven't you any more?" "Why, yes. Look further; I don't know what you like." Suddenly she discovered, in a black satin box, a superb diamond necklace, and her heart throbbed with an immoderate desire. Her hands trembled as she took it. She fastened it round her throat, outside her high-necked waist, and was lost in ecstasy at her reflection in the mirror. Then she asked, hesitating, filled with anxious doubt: "Will you lend me this, only this?" "Why, yes, certainly." She threw her arms round her friend's neck, kissed her passionately, then fled with her treasure. The night of the ball arrived. Madame Loisel was a great success. She was prettier than any other woman present, elegant, graceful, smiling and wild with joy. All the men looked at her, asked her name, sought to be introduced. All the attaches of the Cabinet wished to waltz with her. She was remarked by the minister himself. She danced with rapture, with passion, intoxicated by pleasure, forgetting all in the triumph of her beauty, in the glory of her success, in a sort of cloud of happiness comprised of all this homage, admiration, these awakened desires and of that sense of triumph which is so sweet to woman's heart. She left the ball about four o'clock in the morning. Her husband had been sleeping since midnight in a little deserted anteroom with three other gentlemen whose wives were enjoying the ball. He threw over her shoulders the wraps he had brought, the modest wraps of common life, the poverty of which contrasted with the elegance of the ball dress. She felt this and wished to escape so as not to be remarked by the other women, who were enveloping themselves in costly furs. Loisel held her back, saying: "Wait a bit. You will catch cold outside. I will call a cab." But she did not listen to him and rapidly descended the stairs. When they reached the street they could not find a carriage and began to look for one, shouting after the cabmen passing at a distance. They went toward the Seine in despair, shivering with cold. At last they found on the quay one of those ancient night cabs which, as though they were ashamed to show their shabbiness during the day, are never seen round Paris until after dark. It took them to their dwelling in the Rue des Martyrs, and sadly they mounted the stairs to their flat. All was ended for her. As to him, he reflected that he must be at the ministry at ten o'clock that morning. She removed her wraps before the glass so as to see herself once more in all her glory. But suddenly she uttered a cry. She no longer had the necklace around her neck! "What is the matter with you?" demanded her husband, already half undressed. She turned distractedly toward him. "I have--I have--I've lost Madame Forestier's necklace," she cried. He stood up, bewildered. "What!--how? Impossible!" They looked among the folds of her skirt, of her cloak, in her pockets, everywhere, but did not find it. "You're sure you had it on when you left the ball?" he asked. "Yes, I felt it in the vestibule of the minister's house." "But if you had lost it in the street we should have heard it fall. It must be in the cab." "Yes, probably. Did you take his number?" "No. And you--didn't you notice it?" "No." They looked, thunderstruck, at each other. At last Loisel put on his clothes. "I shall go back on foot," said he, "over the whole route, to see whether I can find it." He went out. She sat waiting on a chair in her ball dress, without strength to go to bed, overwhelmed, without any fire, without a thought. Her husband returned about seven o'clock. He had found nothing. He went to police headquarters, to the newspaper offices to offer a reward; he went to the cab companies--everywhere, in fact, whither he was urged by the least spark of hope. She waited all day, in the same condition of mad fear before this terrible calamity. Loisel returned at night with a hollow, pale face. He had discovered nothing. "You must write to your friend," said he, "that you have broken the clasp of her necklace and that you are having it mended. That will give us time to turn round." She wrote at his dictation. At the end of a week they had lost all hope. Loisel, who had aged five years, declared: "We must consider how to replace that ornament." The next day they took the box that had contained it and went to the jeweler whose name was found within. He consulted his books. "It was not I, madame, who sold that necklace; I must simply have furnished the case." Then they went from jeweler to jeweler, searching for a necklace like the other, trying to recall it, both sick with chagrin and grief. They found, in a shop at the Palais Royal, a string of diamonds that seemed to them exactly like the one they had lost. It was worth forty thousand francs. They could have it for thirty-six. So they begged the jeweler not to sell it for three days yet. And they made a bargain that he should buy it back for thirty-four thousand francs, in case they should find the lost necklace before the end of February. Loisel possessed eighteen thousand francs which his father had left him. He would borrow the rest. He did borrow, asking a thousand francs of one, five hundred of another, five louis here, three louis there. He gave notes, took up ruinous obligations, dealt with usurers and all the race of lenders. He compromised all the rest of his life, risked signing a note without even knowing whether he could meet it; and, frightened by the trouble yet to come, by the black misery that was about to fall upon him, by the prospect of all the physical privations and moral tortures that he was to suffer, he went to get the new necklace, laying upon the jeweler's counter thirty-six thousand francs. When Madame Loisel took back the necklace Madame Forestier said to her with a chilly manner: "You should have returned it sooner; I might have needed it." She did not open the case, as her friend had so much feared. If she had detected the substitution, what would she have thought, what would she have said? Would she not have taken Madame Loisel for a thief? Thereafter Madame Loisel knew the horrible existence of the needy. She bore her part, however, with sudden heroism. That dreadful debt must be paid. She would pay it. They dismissed their servant; they changed their lodgings; they rented a garret under the roof. She came to know what heavy housework meant and the odious cares of the kitchen. She washed the dishes, using her dainty fingers and rosy nails on greasy pots and pans. She washed the soiled linen, the shirts and the dishcloths, which she dried upon a line; she carried the slops down to the street every morning and carried up the water, stopping for breath at every landing. And dressed like a woman of the people, she went to the fruiterer, the grocer, the butcher, a basket on her arm, bargaining, meeting with impertinence, defending her miserable money, sou by sou. Every month they had to meet some notes, renew others, obtain more time. Her husband worked evenings, making up a tradesman's accounts, and late at night he often copied manuscript for five sous a page. This life lasted ten years. At the end of ten years they had paid everything, everything, with the rates of usury and the accumulations of the compound interest. Madame Loisel looked old now. She had become the woman of impoverished households--strong and hard and rough. With frowsy hair, skirts askew and red hands, she talked loud while washing the floor with great swishes of water. But sometimes, when her husband was at the office, she sat down near the window and she thought of that gay evening of long ago, of that ball where she had been so beautiful and so admired. What would have happened if she had not lost that necklace? Who knows? who knows? How strange and changeful is life! How small a thing is needed to make or ruin us! But one Sunday, having gone to take a walk in the Champs Elysees to refresh herself after the labors of the week, she suddenly perceived a woman who was leading a child. It was Madame Forestier, still young, still beautiful, still charming. Madame Loisel felt moved. Should she speak to her? Yes, certainly. And now that she had paid, she would tell her all about it. Why not? She went up. "Good-day, Jeanne." The other, astonished to be familiarly addressed by this plain good-wife, did not recognize her at all and stammered: "But--madame!--I do not know--You must have mistaken." "No. I am Mathilde Loisel." Her friend uttered a cry. "Oh, my poor Mathilde! How you are changed!" "Yes, I have had a pretty hard life, since I last saw you, and great poverty--and that because of you!" "Of me! How so?" "Do you remember that diamond necklace you lent me to wear at the ministerial ball?" "Yes. Well?" "Well, I lost it." "What do you mean? You brought it back." "I brought you back another exactly like it. And it has taken us ten years to pay for it. You can understand that it was not easy for us, for us who had nothing. At last it is ended, and I am very glad." Madame Forestier had stopped. "You say that you bought a necklace of diamonds to replace mine?" "Yes. You never noticed it, then! They were very similar." And she smiled with a joy that was at once proud and ingenuous. Madame Forestier, deeply moved, took her hands. "Oh, my poor Mathilde! Why, my necklace was paste! It was worth at most only five hundred francs!"

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