6人左右的英文剧本 The cop and the anthem

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the cop and the anthem

• He halted in the district where by night are found the lightest streets, hearts, vows and librettos. • 他一口气来到一个地方，一到晚上，最轻佻癿灯光，最轻松癿心灱，最轻率癿盟誓，最轻快癿歌剧，都在这里荟萃。 • 原文是一个lightest，译文中使用了四个不同癿形容词，符合汉语癿搭配，相似癿四个短语，却不显重复。
幽默一：讽刺
• 对监狱生活癿向往和愿望破灭以后癿失落 • 向往：desirable(desire) • 失落：gloom 对于苏比来说，进入监狱（被捕）是他梦寐以求癿事，而每当愿望落空时，他癿心情就无比失落。让人啼笑皀非。作者用了一种轻松幽默癿笔调描写了苏比这个流浪汉为达到自己可笑癿目癿而作出癿可笑癿尝试。主人公这种荒唐癿愿望，是对畸形社会癿严厉谴责，极具讽刺意味。
• 作者构思了一个流浪汉设法让自己被捕入狱过冬癿故事。故事情节明暗交错，虚实结合，作者极尽扑朔迷离癿情节铺垫，把矛盾癿焦点集中在期盼入狱癿心理和愿望癿落空上，悬念迭起。情节始终以“事与愿违”作为枢纽，这种反巧合癿运用，使情节起伏多变，而整个结构又浑然一体。
追求“警察” , 警察不理他。追求“赞美诗” , 被捕入狱。
用词一：动词
• He danced, howled, raved and otherwise disturbed the welkin.（page12，para2） • 一连串癿劢词，特别地生劢，有画面感。 • 他又是跳，又是吼，又是骂，用尽了办法大吵大闹。 • 译文中，用一个字癿劢词，显得凝练，并且增加了三个 “又是”，语意更加连贯。
Figure of Speech in The Cop and the Anthem

情景剧剧本范文英语6人

情景剧剧本范文英语6人The sun had just begun to peek over the horizon, casting a warm glow across the quiet suburban neighborhood. In the cozy living room of the Wilson household, six friends gathered, each with their own unique personalities and perspectives, ready to embark on an adventure in the form of a scenario play.SARAH, the bubbly and outgoing one, clapped her hands excitedly "Okay everyone, let's get started! I'm so excited to bring this script to life"MICHAEL, the analytical one, cleared his throat "Alright, let's make sure we understand the characters and the plot before we start rehearsing. What's the premise of the story?"EMILY, the creative one, pulled out a stack of papers "Well, the script is about a group of friends who have to work together to solve a mystery. There's a bit of drama, some comedy, and a twist at the end"DAVID, the practical one, leaned forward "Sounds interesting. What are the character roles?"SARAH chimed in "Let's see, we've got the confident and charismatic leader, the quirky and eccentric inventor, the shy and introverted bookworm, the sarcastic and snarky detective, the bubbly and optimistic socialite, and the brooding and mysterious stranger"EMMA, the quiet one, spoke up "That sounds like a lot of different personalities to balance. How are we going to make sure everyone gets a chance to shine?"MICHAEL nodded "Good point. We'll need to make sure we understand our characters and their motivations really well so we can play them convincingly"SARAH grinned "That's where the fun comes in! We can improvise and add our own little touches to bring the characters to life"DAVID looked skeptical "I don't know, improv isn't really my strong suit. What if we mess up the script?"EMILY reassured him "Don't worry, we'll start with the script and then we can gradually add our own flair. The key is to really get into the mindset of our characters"SARAH clapped her hands again "Exactly! Okay, let's dive in. Who wants to read the first scene?"The friends spent the next few hours immersed in the script, each taking on a different role and bringing their character to life. They laughed, they argued, they brainstormed, and they refined their performances, all while building a sense of camaraderie and understanding.As the sun began to set, they paused for a break, each reflecting on the experience so far.MICHAEL stretched his arms "Wow, that was more intense than I expected. I really had to think about how my character would react in each situation"EMMA nodded "It's been challenging, but also really rewarding. I feel like I'm starting to get a handle on my character's personality"DAVID sipped his coffee "I have to admit, I'm starting to enjoy this more than I thought I would. The script is actually pretty well-written"SARAH beamed "I knew you guys would get into it! This is going tobe so much fun to perform"EMILY looked thoughtful "Speaking of performing, have we decided on a venue yet? We'll need to find the right space to showcase our work"MICHAEL pulled out his phone "Good point. Let me see what kind of community theaters or event spaces are available in the area"As the friends continued to plan and refine their scenario play, they discovered that the process of bringing a script to life was far more complex and rewarding than they had anticipated. They faced challenges, compromised, and pushed each other to new creative heights, all while forging stronger bonds of friendship.In the end, when the curtain rose on their performance, the audience was captivated by the dynamic characters, the engaging storyline, and the palpable chemistry between the actors. The friends beamed with pride, knowing that their hard work and dedication had paid off in the form of a truly memorable and impactful scenario play.As they took their final bows, they knew that this experience had not only honed their acting skills but had also deepened their understanding of one another and the power of collaborative storytelling. With a newfound appreciation for the art of scenarioplays, they already began to plan their next creative adventure, eager to explore the boundless possibilities of the stage.。

the cop and the hymn故事梗概

the cop and the hymn故事梗概The Cop and the Anthem (O.Henry):It is a laughable story and happens in the late fall.The character who named Soapy is a homeless.He faces some very urgent problems in food and clothing when the winter is near at hand.So he expects to be arrested so that he could live in the warm prison during the cold season.Therefore,he tries his best to do some laughable attempts to achieve the humorous goal.For example,he eats and drinks in a restaurant but refuses to pay money and so on.It is inconceivable and laughable that polices show some kind “tolerant”instead punishment for Soapy’s illegal actions.So Soapy’s attempts are all failed.One day,he does nothing illegal and arrives at a church by accident and is influenced by the hymn music from it,so he decides to give up the original ideas and makes a fresh start,but the “tolerant”polices arrest Soapy.Therefore,the story is not only laughable but also is lamentable.Meanwhile,the story is an excellent satire for capitalism and American’s s ocial system.The Portrait of A Lady (Henry James):Isabel Archer is anAmerican young woman brought to Europe by her aunt, Mrs. Touchett. She meets her uncle, Mr. Touchett, and cousin, Ralph, and lives with the Touchett family in their home at Gardencourt. As she stays with the Touchetts, a neighbor, Lord Warburton, falls in love with her and proposes. She turns him down. Her friend from America, Henrietta Stackpole, also comes to England and spends some time with Isabel. Henrietta is more outspoken and opinionated than Isabel and tries to guide her friend before she leaves Isabel at Gardencourt. Ralph Touchett stands back and watches all of them with a bit of cynicism. Mrs. Touchett is planning to take Isabel to her residence in Europe. First she must stay in England while family matters conclude. While Ralph and his parents are tied up, another visitor comes to Gardencourt. Madame Merle is the most fascinating person Isabel has ever met. She seems to be her own person and very accomplished. This synopsis barely gets the story started. Isabel comes into a great deal of money and is now independent. She goes to Europe with Mrs. Touchett and meets yet another suitor, Gilbert Osmond, and his daughter, Pansy. Lord Warburton meets her in Rome. An American suitor comes over to see her in Europe. Isabelmakes choices that affect the rest of her life, and then has to deal with the consequences.The Sea Wolf is (Jack London's powerful and gripping saga of Humphrey Van Weyden, captured by a seal-hunting ship and now an unwilling sailor under its dreaded captain, Wolf Larsen. The men who sailed with Larsen were treacherous outcasts, but the captain himself was the legendary Sea Wolf–a violent brute of a man.Jack London was a worshipper of the strong and virtuous hero, and a firm believer in the inevitable triumph of good. The master storyteller nowhere demonstrates this theme more vividly than in this classic American tale of peril and adventure, good and evil. The Great Gatsby：(F. Scott Fitzgerald)It's a story said about a man named Gatsby.he lost his heart to a grirl wealthy women named Daisy when he was young.But he lost her at that time because he was poor and he forced to the war.When he come back from the war.He do business in a illegal way,and became a man with a lot money.But it's 10 years ago.And he do everything just for Daisy.And he come back,wanting married with daisy.But at last he was dead for Daisy.But noboby come to his funeral except his father and his friendNick.And the story was said from Nick'angle of the view.A Farewell to Arms：The novel is divided into five books. In the first book, Rinaldi introduces Frederic Henry to Catherine Barkley. Frederic attempts to seduce her, and their relationship begins. While on the Italian front, Frederic is wounded in the knee by a mortar shell and sent to a hospital in Milan. The second book shows the growth of Frederic and Catherine's relationship as they spend time together in Milan over the summer. Frederic falls in love with Catherine and, by thetime he is healed, Catherine is three months pregnant. In the third book, Frederic returns to his unit, but not long afterwards the Austrians break through the Italian lines in the Battle of Caporetto, and the Italians retreat. Frederic kills an engineering sergeant for insubordination. After falling behind and catching up again, Frederic is taken to a place by the "battle police," where officers are being interrogated and executed for the "treachery" that supposedly led to the Italian defeat. However, after seeing and hearing that everyone interrogated has been killed, Frederic escapes by jumping into a river. In the fourth book, Catherine and Frederic reunite and flee to Switzerland in a rowboat. In the final book,Frederic and Catherine live a quiet life in the mountains until she goes into labor. After a long and painful birth, their son is stillborn. Catherine begins to hemorrhage and soon dies, leaving Frederic to return to their hotel in the rain.Sister Carrie：(Theodore Dreiser)The book tells us a story about a girl's pursuit of better life and her lost in pursuit of it.Carrie,a gril from a low paid family in a little countryside,pure and pretty,timid and simple,boarded the train for Chicago in order to seek for her dream.On the train,Carrie came accross with Drouet,who was a charming and flashy salesman.Hurstwood,a manager and also a married gentleman,fell in love with Carrie soon after their meeting with each other.He had done and sacrificed a lot for her but finally became a begger wandering in the street while Carrie succeeded.。

The Cop and the Anthem答案

三、The Cop and the AnthemWrite a summary of the story in about 100---150 words.The cop and the anthem is a laughable story and happens in the late fall. The character who named Soapy is a homeless. He faces some very urgent problems in food and clothing when the winter is near at hand. So he expects to be arrested so that he could live in the warm prison during the cold season. Therefore, He tries his best to do some laughable attempts so as to he can achieve the humorous goals. Such as he eats and drinks in a dining room but refuses to pay money, and so on. It is inconceivable and laughable that polices show some kind "tolerant" instead punishment for Soapy’s illegal actions. So Soapy’s attempts are all failed. One day, he does nothing illegal and arrives to a church by coincidence and be influenced by the hymn music from it, so he decide to give up the original ideas and makes a fresh start, but the "tolerant" police arrest Soapy. Therefore, the story is not only laughable but also is lamentable. Meanwhile, the story is an excellent satire for capitalism and American’s social system.这是一个令人觉得可笑的故事。

英语剧本6人版简单短剧

英语剧本6人版简单短剧角色：1. 大卫（David） - 一个乐观开朗的年轻人2. 玛丽（Mary） - 大卫的好朋友，聪明而有魅力3. 托尼（Tony） - 一位滑稽可爱的男孩4. 莉莉（Lily） - 一位甜美可爱的女孩5. 保罗（Paul） - 大卫的兄弟，沉稳且有责任心6. 莎拉（Sarah） - 保罗的女朋友，聪明而优雅场景：一间小型咖啡馆故事情节：场景1：咖啡馆（大卫和玛丽坐在一张咖啡桌前，边喝咖啡边聊天）大卫：玛丽，我真的很开心我们能相互支持对方的梦想。

玛丽：是的，大卫，我们是好朋友，我们应该互相鼓励。

你计划在剧院工作是个很好的主意。

大卫：谢谢你的支持，玛丽。

我已经找到了一份兼职的工作，在学习剧场的同时赚些生活费。

（托尼和莉莉走过来）托尼：嘿，大卫，嘿，玛丽！你们在这儿呢？莉莉：我们正要喝杯咖啡。

你们要加入我们吗？大卫：当然，托尼。

莉莉，你今天看起来很开心。

莉莉：是的，我的梦想是成为一名设计师，我刚刚得到了一份实习工作。

玛丽：恭喜你，莉莉！你会是一位了不起的设计师。

场景2：咖啡馆（保罗和莎拉走近）保罗：嘿，大卫，玛丽，托尼，莉莉！你们怎么在这里？大卫：我们在这里喝咖啡，保罗。

你来得正好。

莎拉：嘿，大家，我刚刚接到一个关于市政项目的工作邀请。

玛丽：那真是太棒了！你一定会在项目中取得很大的成功。

保罗：莎拉，我为你感到骄傲。

你一直是我佩服的人。

莎拉：谢谢你们，保罗。

场景3：咖啡馆（大卫，玛丽，托尼，莉莉，保罗和莎拉围在一起）大卫：我觉得我们六个人真的很幸运。

我们都在追逐自己的梦想，而且相互支持。

莉莉：是的，我们每个人都经历了各自的挑战，但彼此的鼓励让我们更加坚强。

托尼：我们应该感谢彼此，因为我们一起成长，一起努力。

保罗：我也同意。

我们是一支团队，我们共同为梦想而努力。

玛丽：我觉得我们应该庆祝一下。

为我们的友谊和梦想干杯！全体：干杯！（他们举起自己的咖啡杯，表达庆祝和团结的喜悦）故事结束这个英语剧本6人版简单短剧以六个朋友之间的友谊和梦想为主题。

高中英语TheCopandtheAnthem课堂活动表演剧本素材

The Cop（巡警） and the Anthem（赞美诗）（I hope all of you read the story over and over again）——改编自欧亨利《警察与赞美诗》* 关于欧亨利的《警察与赞美诗》：作品取材于现实生活，反映了下层劳动人民的悲惨生活，揭露了垄断资产阶级残酷的本性，控诉了统治者对人民的迫害。

关于本剧：本剧中主人公A穷困潦倒无处可去，计划在Blackwell岛的监狱过冬。

他为进监狱，想方设法干违法的事情：想骗吃骗喝，却被推出店外；砸玻璃，却被认为非肇事者；饱餐一顿，却被推倒在人行道上；偷雨伞，却被认为伞的主人。

最后，在赞美诗感召下，他幡然醒悟要悔改，却被逮捕了。

A.主角B.堂倌C.警察D.路人E.堂倌F.拾伞人G.颂诗者（1）A：（拾起落叶）(独白)oh ，what a cold winter！I hate this dreadful（糟糕的） weather！ Thought it’s not necessary for a man to sleep in winter like a bear. But to find somewhe re warm is essential （必需的）.I look forward to going to the beautiful place——Blackwell Prison for some years. It’s a place where people is kind. And it can receive anyone to stay for 3 month even if he is a murder .I’ll try ，try ，try again to find some reasons so that I can enter the prison ，not，the heaven！ Look，in front there stands a wonderful restaurant .A: （整理着装）Em，well. The shirt was bought one years ago and the coat was two years ago. Look at the shoes ！They are already 5 years old！I wear them all the time even if I was sleeping！The brilliant clothes with these BUDING（补丁）(指着自己的衣服).Aha ，very good！（走进餐馆）B：Get out of here！Only famous gentlemen can enter the door！We don’t serve XILI BROTHER(犀利哥).Out！Here is“LUDAGUN”(驴打滚).（2）A：Shit ！ I have just been joke d. Oh ,I’ve got another idea.(拾起石头砸玻璃)C：（喊叫着走来）: What’s the matter？A：（手插口袋发笑）：Guy，don’t you find I’ve done something with that ？C：You？ Come off it！Were you dare to do that？ Do you think I am a fool？ Only fool will talk to the police like me after he commit crimes.（3）A：（呆住许久）It’s it to be a bad harder than a nice person?Ah…….There is a eatery（小饭馆）(进入饭馆)E： What can I do for you?A： Chicken feet is ok.E ：(取来鸡爪) Your chicken feet.A：(吃后翻出空口袋) As you see ,I don’t have money.So,calling a policeman,don’t let me wait for long.E ：You ate without paying for meal! No cop for youse(方言，你们) 。

警察与赞美诗英语原文(新)

英语原文The Cop and the Anthem by O 。

HenryOn his bench in Madison Square Soapy moved uneasily. When wild goose honk high of nights, and when women without sealskin coats grow kind to their husbands, and when Soapy moves uneasily on his bench in the park, you may know that winter is near at hand.A dead leaf fell in Soapy’s lap. That was Jack Frost’s card. Jack is kind to the regular denizens of Madison Square, and gives fair warning of his annual call. At the corners of four streets he hands his pasteboard to the North Wind, footman of the mansion of All Outdoors, so that the inhabitants thereof may make ready.Soapy’s mind became cognisant of the fact that the time had come for him to resolve himself into a singular Committee of Ways and Means to provide against the coming rigour. And therefore he moved uneasily on his bench.The hibernatorial ambitions of Soapy were not of the highest. In them were no considerations of Mediterranean cruises, of soporific Southern skies or drifting in the Vesuvian Bay. Three months on the Island was what his soul craved. Three months of assured board and bed and congenial company, safe from Boreas and bluecoats, seemed to Soapy the essence of things desirable.For years the hospitable Blackwell’s had been his winter quarters. Just as his more fortunate fellow New Yorkers had bought their tickets to Palm Beach and the Riviera each winter, so Soapy had made his humble arrangements for his annual hegira to the Island. And now the time was come. On the previous night three Sabbath newspapers, distributed beneath his coat, about his ankles and over his lap, had failed to repulse the cold as he slept on his bench near the spurting fountain in the ancient square. So the Island loomed large and timely in Soapy’s mind. H e scorned the provisions made in the name of charity for the city’s dependents. In Soapy’s opinion the Law was more benign than Philanthropy. There was an endless round of institutions, municipal and eleemosynary, on which he might set out and receive lodging and food accordant with the simple life. But to one of Soapy’s proud spirit the gifts of charity are encumbered. If not in coin you must pay in humiliation of spirit for every benefit received at the hands of philanthropy. As Cesar had his Brutus, every bed of charity must have its toll of a bath, every loaf of bread its compensation of a private and personal inquisition. Wherefore it is better to be a guest of the law, which though conducted by rules, does not meddle unduly with a gentleman’s private a ffairs.Soapy, having decided to go to the Island, at once set about accomplishing his desire. There were many easy ways of doing this. The pleasantest was to dine luxuriously at some expensive restaurant; and then, after declaring insolvency, be handed over quietly and without uproar to a policeman. An accommodating magistrate would do the rest.Soapy left his bench and strolled out of the square and across the level sea of asphalt, where Broadway and Fifth Avenue flow together. Up Broadway he turned, and halted at a glittering café, where are gathered together nightly the choicest products of the grape, the silkworm and the protoplasm.Soapy had confidence in himself from the lowest button of his vest upward. He was shaven, and his coat was decent and his neat black, ready-tied four-in-hand had been presented to him by a lady missionary on Thanksgiving Day. If he could reach a table in the restaurant unsuspected, success would be his. The portion of him that would show above the table would raise no doubt in the waiter’s mind. A roasted mallard duck, thought Soapy, would be about the thing—with a bottleof Chablis, and then Camembert, a demi-tasse and a cigar. One dollar for the cigar would be enough. The total would not be so high as to call forth any supreme manifestation of revenge from the café management; and yet the meat would leave him filled and happy for the journey to his winter refuge.But as Soapy set foot inside the restaurant door the head waiter’s eye fell upon his frayed trousers and decadent shoes. Strong and ready hands turned him about and conveyed him in silence and haste to the sidewalk and averted the ignoble fate of the menaced mallard.Soapy turned off Broadway. It seemed that his route to the coveted island was not to be an epicurean one. Some other way of entering limbo must be thought of.At a corner of Sixth Avenue electric lights and cunningly displayed wares behind plate-glass made a shop window conspicuous. Soapy took a cobble-stone and dashed it through the glass. People came running round the corner, a policeman in the lead. Soapy stood still, with his hands in his pockets, and smiled at the sight of brass buttons.“Where’s the man that done that?” inquired the officer excitedly.“Don’t you figure out that I might have had something to do with it?” said Soapy, not without sarcasm, but friendly, as one greets good fortune.The policeman’s mind refused to accept Soapy even as a clue. Men who smash windows do not remain to parley with the law’s minions. They take to their heels. The policeman saw a man halfway down the block running to catch a car. With drawn club he joined in the pursuit. Soapy, with disgust in his heart, loafed along, twice unsuccessful.On the opposite side of the street was a restaurant of no great pretensions. It catered to large appetites and modest purses. Its crockery and atmosphere were thick; its soup and napery thin. Into this place Soapy took his accusive shoes and tell-tale trousers without challenge. At a table he sat and consumed beefsteak, flap-jacks, doughnuts, and pie. And then to the waiter he betrayed the fact that the minutest coin and himself were strangers.“Now, get busy and call a cop,” said Soapy. “And don’t keep a gentleman waiting.”“No cop for youse,” said the waiter, with a voice like butter cakes and an eye like the cherry in a Manhattan cocktail. “Hey, Con!”Neatly upon his left ear on the callous pavement two waiters pitched Soapy. He arose, joint by joint, as a carpenter’s rule opens, and beat the dust from his clothes. Arrest seemed but a rosy dream. The Island seemed very far away. A policeman who stood before a drug store two doors away laughed and walked down the street.Five blocks Soapy travelled before his courage permitted him to woo capture again. This time the opportunity presented what he fatuously termed to himself a “cinch.” A young woman of a modest and pleasing guise was standing before a show window gazing with sprightly interest at its display of shaving mugs and inkstands, and two yards from the window a large policeman of severe demeanour leaned against a water-plug.It was Soapy’s design to assume the rule of the despicable and execrated “masher.” The refined and elegant appearance of his victim and the contiguity of the conscientious cop encouraged him to believe that he would soon feel the pleasant official clutch upon his arm that would ensure his winter quarters of the right little, tight little isle.Soapy straightened the lady missionary’s ready-made tie, dragged his shrinking cuffs into the open, set his hat at a killing cant and sidled toward the young women. He made eyes at her, was taken with sudden coughs and “hems,” smiled, smirked, and went b razenly through the impudentand contemptible litany of the “masher.” With half an eye Soapy saw that the policeman was watching him fixedly. The young woman moved away a few steps, and again bestowed her absorbed attention upon the shaving mugs. Soapy followed, boldly stepping to her side, raised his hat and said: “Ah there, Bedelia! Don’t you want to come and play in my yard?”The policeman was still looking. The persecuted young woman had but to beckon a finger and Soapy would be practically en route for his insular haven. Already he imagined he could feel the cosy warmth of the station-house. The young woman faced him and, stretching out a hand, caught Soapy’s coat sleeve.“Sure, Mike,” she said joyfully, “if you’ll blow me to a pail of suds. I’d have spoke to you sooner, but the cop was watching.”With the young woman playing the clinging ivy to his oak Soapy walked past the policeman overcome with gloom. He seemed doomed to liberty.At the next corner he shook off his companion and ran. He halted in the district where by night are found the lightest streets, hearts, vows, and librettos. Women in furs and men in greatcoats moved gaily in the wintry air. A sudden fear seized Soapy that some dreadful enchantment had rendered him immune to arrest. The thought brought a little of panic upon it, and when he came upon another policeman lounging grandly in front of a transplendent theatre he caught at the immediate straw of “disorderly conduct.”On the sidewalk Soapy began to yell drunken gibberish at the top of his harsh voice. He danced, howled, raved, and otherwise disturbed the welkin.The policeman twirled his club, turne d his back to Soapy and remarked to a citizen: “’Tis one of them Yale lads celebratin’ the goose egg they give to the Hartford College. Noisy; but no harm. We’ve instructions to lave them be.”Disconsolate, Soapy ceased his unavailing racket. Would never a policeman lay hands on him? In his fancy the Island seemed an unattainable Arcadia. He buttoned his thin coat against the chilling wind.In a cigar store he saw a well-dressed man lighting a cigar at a swinging light. His silk umbrella he had set by the door on entering. Soapy stepped inside, secured the umbrella and sauntered off with it slowly. The man at the cigar light followed hastily.“My umbrella,” he said sternly.“Oh, is it?” sneered Soapy, adding insult to petit larceny. “Well, why don’t you call a policeman? I took it. Your umbrella! Why don’t you call a cop? There stands one on the corner.”The umbrella owner slowed his steps. Soapy did likewise, with a presentiment that luck would run against him. The policeman looked at the two curiously.“Of course,” said the umbrella man—“that is—well, you know how these mistakes occur—I—if it’s your umbrella I hope you’ll excuse me—I picked it up this morning in a restaurant—If you recognise it as yours, why—I hope you’ll—““Of course it’s mine,” said Soapy viciously.The ex-umbrella man retreated. The policeman hurried to assist a tall blonde in an opera cloak across the street in front of a street car that was approaching two blocks away.Soapy walked eastward through a street damaged by improvements. He hurled the umbrella wrathfully into an excavation. He muttered against the men who wear helmets and carry clubs. Because he wanted to fall into their clutches, they seemed to regard him as a king who could do no wrong.At length Soapy reached one of the avenues to the east where the glitter and turmoil was but faint. He set his face down this toward Madison Square, for the homing instinct survives even when the home is a park bench.But on an unusually quiet corner Soapy came to a standstill. Here was an old church, quaint and rambling and gabled. Through one violet-stained window a soft light glowed, where, no doubt, the organist loitered over the keys, making sure of his mastery of the coming Sabbath anthem. For there drifted out to Soa py’s ears sweet music that caught and held him transfixed against the convolutions of the iron fence.The moon was above, lustrous and serene; vehicles and pedestrains were few; sparrows twittered sleepily in the eaves—for a little while the scene might have been a country churchyard. And the anthem that the organist played cemented Soapy to the iron fence, for he had known it well in the days when his life contained such things as mothers and roses and ambitions and friends and immaculate thoughts and collars.The conjunction of Soapy’s receptive state of mind and the influences about the old church wrought a sudden and wonderful change in his soul. He viewed with swift horror the pit into which he had tumbled, the degraded days, unworthy desires, dead hopes, wrecked faculties, and base motives that made up his existence.And also in a moment his heart responded thrillingly to this novel mood. An instantaneous and strong impulse moved him to battle with his desperate fate. He would pull himself out of the mire; he would make a man of himself again; he would conquer the evil that had taken possession of him. There was time; he was comparatively young yet; he would resurrect his old eager ambitions and pursue them without faltering. Those solemn but sweet organ notes had set up a revolution in him. Tomorrow he would go into the roaring down-town district and find work. A fur importer had once offered him a place as driver. He would find him to-morrow and ask for the position. He would be somebody in the world. He would—Soapy felt a hand laid on his arm. He looked quickly round into the broad face of a policeman.“What are you doin’ here?” asked the officer.“Nothing’,” said Soapy.“Then come along,” said the policeman.“Three months on the Island,” said the Magistrate in the Police Court the next morning.。

六人行英汉对照剧本(第一季101)

Joey:Instead of...?
乔伊：而不是……
Chandler:That's right.
钱德勒：对。
Joey:Never had that dream.
乔伊：没做过那种梦。
Phoebe: No.
菲比：没有做过。
Chandler:All of a sudden, the phone starts to ring. Now I don't know what to do, everybody starts looking at me.
Rachel:Oh God Monica hi! Thank God! I just went to your building and you weren't there and then this guy with a big hammer said you might be here and you are, you are!
Monica:Okay, everybody relax. This is not even a date. It's just two people going out to dinner and- not having sex.
莫妮卡：好了，大家别急，这又不是约会，我们不过是出去吃吃饭，又不做爱。
Joey:Ohh.
乔伊：奥。
Monica:(to Ross) Let me get you some coffee.
(对罗斯)我去给你要杯咖啡。
Ross:ThanБайду номын сангаасs.
罗斯：谢谢。
Phoebe:Ooh! Oh! (She starts to pluck at the air just in front of Ross.)

the-cop-and-the-anthem

pThe Cop and the Anthem S OAPY MOVED RESTLESSLY ON HIS SEATin Madison Square. There are certain signs to show that winter is com-ing. Birds begin to fly south. Women who want nice new warm coats become very kind to their husbands. And Soapy moves restlessly on his seat in the park. When you see these signs, you know that winter is near.A dead leaf fell at Soapy’s feet. That was a special sign for him that winter was coming. It was time for all who lived in Madison Square to prepare.Soapy’s mind now realized the fact. The time had come. He had to find some way to take care of himself during the cold weather. And therefore he moved restlessly on his seat.Soapy’s hopes for the winter were not very high. He was not think-ing of sailing away on a ship. He was not thinking of southern skies, or of the Bay of Naples. Three months in the prison on Blackwell’s Island was what he wanted. Three months of food every day and a bed every night, three months safe from the cold north wind and safe from cops. This seemed to Soapy the most desirable thing in the world.For years Blackwell’s Island had been his winter home. Richer New Yorkers made their large plans to go to Florida or to the shore of the Mediterranean Sea each winter. Soapy made his small plans for going to the Island.And now the time had come. Three big newspapers, some under his coat and some over his legs, had not kept him warm during the night in the park. So Soapy was thinking of the Island.There were places in the city where he could go and ask for food and a bed. These would be given to him. He could move from one build-ing to another, and he would be taken care of through the winter. But he liked Blackwell’s Island better.Soapy’s spirit was proud. If he went to any of these places, there were certain things he had to do. In one way or another, he would have to pay for what they gave him. They would not ask him for money. But they would make him wash his whole body. They would make him answer questions; they would want to know everything about his life.No. Prison was better than that. The prison had rules that he would have to follow. But in prison a gentleman’s own life was still his own life.Soapy, having decided to go to the Island, at once began to move toward his desire.There were many easy ways of doing this. The most pleasant way was to go and have a good dinner at some fine restaurant. Then he would say that he had no money to pay. And then a cop would be called. It would all be done very quietly. The cop would arrest him. He would be taken to a judge. The judge would do the rest.Soapy left his seat and walked out of Madison Square to the place where the great street called Broadway and Fifth Avenue meet. He went across this wide space and started north on Broadway. He stopped at a large and brightly lighted restaurant. This was where the best food and the best people in the best clothes appeared every evening.Soapy believed that above his legs he looked all right. His face was clean. His coat was good enough. If he could get to a table, he believed that success would be his. The part of him that would be seen above the table would look all right. The waiter would bring him what he asked for.He began thinking of what he would like to eat. In his mind he could see the whole dinner. The cost would not be too high. He did not want the restaurant people to feel any real anger. But the dinner would leave him filled and happy for the journey to his winter home.But as Soapy put his foot inside the restaurant door, the head waiter saw his broken old shoes and the torn clothes that covered his legs. Strong and ready hands turned Soapy around and moved him quietly and quickly outside again.Soapy turned off Broadway. It seemed that this easy, this most desirable way to the Island was not to be his. He must think of some other way to getting there.At a corner of Sixth Avenue was a shop with a wide glass win-dow, bright with electric lights. Soapy picked up a big stone and threw it through the glass. People came running around the corner. A cop was the first among them. Soapy stood still, and he smiled when he saw the cop.“Where’s the man that did that?” asked the cop.“Don’t you think that I might have done it?” said Soapy. He was friendly and happy. What he wanted was coming toward him.But the cop’s mind would not consider Soapy. Men who break windows do not stop there to talk to cops. They run away as fast as they can. The cop saw a man further along the street, running. He ran after him. And Soapy, sick at heart, walked slowly away. He had failed two times.Across the street was another restaurant. It was not so fine as the one on Broadway. The people who went there were not so rich. Its food was not so good. Into this, Soapy took his old shoes and his torn clothes, and no one stopped him. He sat down at a table and was soon eating a big dinner. When he had finished, he said that he and money were strangers.“Get busy and call a cop,” said Soapy. “And don’t keep a gentle-man waiting.”“No cop for you,” said the waiter. He called another waiter.The two waiters threw Soapy upon his left ear on the hard street outside. He stood up slowly, one part at a time, and beat the dust from his clothes. Prison seemed only a happy dream. The Island seemed very far away. A cop who was standing near laughed and walked away.Soapy traveled almost half a mile before he tried again. This time he felt very certain that he would be successful. A nice-looking young woman was standing before a shop window, looking at the objects inside. Very near stood a large cop.Soapy’s plan was to speak to the young woman. She seemed to be a very nice young lady, who would not want a strange man to speak to her. She would ask the cop for help. And then Soapy would be happy to feel the cop’s hand on his arm. He would be on his way to the Island.He went near her. He could see that the cop was already watch-ing him. The young woman moved away a few steps. Soapy followed. Standing beside her he said:“Good evening, Bedelia! Don’t you want to come and play with me?”The cop was still looking. The young woman had only to move her hand, and Soapy would be on his way to the place where he wanted to go. He was already thinking how warm he would be.The young woman turned to him. Putting out her hand, she took his arm.“Sure, Mike,” she said joyfully, “if you’ll buy me something to drink. I would have spoken to you sooner, but the cop was watching.”With the young woman holding his arm, Soapy walked past thecop. He was filled with sadness. He was still free. Was he going to remain free forever?At the next corner he pulled his arm away, and ran.When he stopped, he was near several theaters. In this part of the city, streets are brighter and hearts are more joyful than in other parts. Women and men in rich, warm coats moved happily in the winter air.A sudden fear caught Soapy. No cop was going to arrest him.Then he came to another cop standing in front of a big theater. He thought of something else to try.He began to shout as if he had had too much to drink. His voice was as loud as he could make it. He danced, he cried out.And the cop turned his back to Soapy, and said to a man stand-ing near him, “It’s one of those college boys. He won’t hurt anything. We had orders to let them shout.”Soapy was quiet. Was no cop going to touch him? He began to think of the Island as if it were as far away as heaven. He pulled his thin coat around him. The wind was very cold.Then he saw a man in the shop buying a newspaper. The man’s umbrella stood beside the door. Soapy stepped inside the shop, took the umbrella, and walked slowly away. The man followed him quickly.“My umbrella,” he said.“Oh, is it?” said Soapy. “Why don’t you call a cop? I took it. Your umbrella! Why don’t you call a cop? There’s one standing at the corner.”The man walked more slowly, Soapy did the same. But he had a feeling that he was going to fail again. The cop looked at the two men.“I—” said the umbrella man— “that is—you know how these things happen—I—if that’s your umbrella I’m very sorry—I found it this morning in a restaurant—if you say it’s yours—I hope you’ll—”“It’s mine!” cried Soapy with anger in his voice.The umbrella man hurried away. The cop helped a lady across the street. Soapy walked east. He threw the umbrella as far as he could throw it. He talked to himself about cops and what he thought of them. Because he wished to be arrested, they seemed to believe he was like a king, who could do no wrong.At last Soapy came to one of the quiet streets on the east side of the city. He turned here and began to walk south toward Madison Square. He was going home, although home was only a seat in a park.But on a very quiet corner Soapy stopped. Here was an old, old church. Through one colored-glass window came a soft light. Sweet music came to Soapy’s ears and seemed to hold him there.The moon was above, peaceful and bright. There were few peo-ple passing. He could hear birds high above him.And the anthem that came from the church held Soapy there, for he had known it well long ago. In those days his life contained such things as mothers and flowers and high hopes and friends and clean thoughts and clean clothes.Soapy’s mind was ready for something like this. He had come to the old church at the right time. There was a sudden and wonderful change in his soul. He saw with sick fear how he had fallen. He saw his worthless days, his wrong desires, his dead hopes, the lost power of his mind.And also in a moment his heart answered this change in his soul. He would fight to change his life. He would pull himself up, out of the mud. He would make a man of himself again.There was time. He was young enough. He would find his old pur-pose in life, and follow it. That sweet music had changed him. Tomor-row he would find work. A man had once offered him a job. He would find that man tomorrow. He would be somebody in the world. He would—Soapy felt a hand on his arm. He looked quickly around into the broad face of a cop.“What are you doing hanging around here?” asked the cop.“Nothing,” said Soapy.“You think I believe that?” said the cop.Full of his new strength, Soapy began to argue. And it is not wise to argue with a New York cop.“Come along,” said the cop.“Three months on the Island,” said the Judge to Soapy the next morning.。

6人左右的英文剧本Thecopandtheanthem

6人左右的英文剧本Thecopandtheanthem第一篇：6人左右的英文剧本 Thecop and the anthem Thecop and the anthem(警察与赞美诗)P—policemanT—thiefS—shop managerO—old manW—waiterAt the gate of a prison(P: policeman 1 T: thief)P:(pulling the thief out of the gate)Ah, Mr.Black!It’s time to say goodbye!T: But officer!I want to stay here in prison.It’s too cold, and I have no place to stay.Let me stay here in prison!(walking into the gate)P:(pushing him away)Get out!You lazy thief!Go and look for a job!You’ll have some food and a room to live in.T: But what can I do ?I can’t do anything.P: That’s your problem.We can’t help you.(The wind starts to blow hard and the thief trembles with cold.)Outside a shopT: Oh, here’s a shop.The shop window is large and bright.I know what to do.(He picks up a stone and throws it at the window.The window is broken..Then he walks about with his hands in his pocket and whistles)S:(Running to the window)Hey!What’s happening? Who broke the window? T: I did!S: What? You? You broke the window?T: Yes, of course, I broke the window a minute ago.S: Go away!What do you think I am?T: I think you are a shop manager and you should catch me!I am the one who broke the window.S: If you had broken it, you wouldn’t be standing here now!Get out of my way!(pushing himaway)T:(running after him)But I did it!I did it!(sighing)Oh, he is gone.It’s no use.I have to try again.Near the chair in a park (An old man is sleeping in a chair.The thief notices him, walks near him and takes away the bag from him.)O:(jumping up)Hey!What are you doing? That’s my bag!T;Yes, your bag.Now it’s in my hand.Go and tell the policeman!O:(Getting back his bag and catching the thief)Come with me to the police station!T: Thank you, sir.Thank you.O:(surprised)What?T: You know I have no food and no home.And it’s getting colder and colder.So I want to stay in prison.Please help me.P:(Feeling pity for him)Oh, what a poor man!Let me help you.I have some bread and some money.Don’t be a thief anymore.Poor man, poor man!(He gives the thief some bread and some money, then leaves)T:(worried)But what should I do ? Where should I gothis evening?In a Restaurant(W:waitressT: Thief)W: Good morning, sir!T: Good morning!W: Sit down, please.Here’s the menu.What will you have?T: At first, I’d like a bowl of vegetable soup.W:(writing down)A bowl of vegetable soup.T: Then I’ll have some steak and chicken.At last, I’ll have a cup of coffee and a cigar.W: Steak, chicken, coffee and a cigar.Er, excuse me, but this is a very big meal.Do you have enough money?T: What?!What did you say? Do you often ask such questions?W: I’m sorry.I’ll bring your food right away.(Later, the thief eats up all his food)W: Was everything all right, sir?T: The food was very nice.I like it very much.W: Thank you, sir.Here’s your bill, sir.Twenty dollars, please.T: Very well, but now, I want to tell you that I haven’t twenty dollars.I don’t even have forty cents.W: I see, will you come with me, please?T:(standing up and following the waitress)Of course.The policeman is waiting for me, isn’t he ?(Two men appear suddenly and walk to the thief)T: I… I… don’t understand , Who are they?“ We are the people you are waiting for!”(They give the thief a good beating.)In front of a church(The thief stands outside of the church and listens to the music of“Silent Night”)T: What beautiful music!I often listened to it when I was a boy.Ah!Howdifferent my life is!But look at me now!What am I? Who am I? Oh, I don’t want to be a th ief!I want to be a good man now.I’m not old.I’m going to work.I can help the others.(A blind man appears.The thief helps him walk across the street.)B: It’s very kind of you.(A lady drops her purse.The thief picks it up and gives it back to her.)(later, a policeman comes)P: Hey!You!What are you doing here?T: Nothing, just listening to the music.P: Listening to the music?T: Yes, I’m just standing here and listening to the music.P: Oh, no.Didn’t I see you this morning? Of course!You are the on e who was standing near that broken window.I think you broke thewindow after all!(The thief runs away quickly.Two other policemen run after him and catch him by the arm..T:(shouting desperately)But officer!I’ not a thief now!I don’t want to be a thief an y more!I’m a good man now!I’m a good man!(The music of “silent night” echoes on the stage.)第二篇：英文剧本台词英语剧本台词三打白骨精T: Emitofo,do you know where we are now?S: Ba jie,map!E:(摸出，递给S)S: Look, master(凑近T)………(T、S一齐转向E)X：how beautiful they are！I love，I love……T: Ba jie!How Many times I have told you, not to bring these pictures of beautiful girls with you!E: Oh, master!Forgive me(伸手拿回)T:(缩手)I’ll keep it for you until we reach the westE: But……T: Emitofo, nothing is lust, lust is nothing!Map?E:(递)Here.Em…… we have arrived in White Tiger Mountain!Ah I can’t walk on any more!(坐)My stomach doesn’t allow So.S: Fat Pig!E: Monkey ,if you dare to say these two words once again, I will ,I will……….S: You will what(凶相)?E:(软禁)I will help you catch fleas(跳蚤).S: H m!T:(轻咳)Wu kong, factually ,I am a bit hungry Could you go to get me some food?X：go,I’m so hungry.do you want to see your master die for hungry！E: You see , master is hungry, too!T: Ba jie!Don’t forget who ate my last meal.X:fat pig.if you want to find a beautiful girl,you must lose weight!like me.i’m perfect.ha ha……J: But master, if a monster comes while brother monkey is away…..T: Em…….It is a problem.Wukong, do you have any idea?S: No problem!(安装)(B已躲在一旁偷看)E: This is…..?S: Electric net!I have learnt the energy of electricity from master’s books.So I made this.No monster can approach you if you stay in it!T: Em……Wu kong, you are becoming more and more scientific!Emitofo, knowledge is power!S: Bye!(走)T: Let’s play cards!(三人开始打牌)音乐《斗地主》B: Hm!Hm!Electric net? You are too childish.(变成B1)B1：hello，did you see my huaband?X: Wo!A beautiful girl.E:NO,beauty。

警察与赞美诗英文版

The cop and the anthem( 警察与赞美诗)At the gate of a prison(P: policeman 1 T: thief )P: (pulling the thief out of the gate)Ah, Mr. Black! It’s time to say goodbye!T: But officer! I want to stay here in prison. It’s too cold, and I have no place to stay. Let me stay here in prison! (walking into the gate)P: (pushing him away) Get out! You lazy thief! Go and look for a job! You’ll have some food and a room to live in.T: But wh at can I do ? I can’t do anything.P: That’s your problem. We can’t help you.( The wind starts to blow hard and the thief trembles with cold.)Outside a shopT:Oh, here’s a shop. The shop window is large and bright. I know what to do. (He picks up a stone and throws it at the window. The window is broken.. Then he walks about with his hands in his pocket and whistles)P: (Running to the window)Hey! What’s happening? Who broke the window? T: I did!P: What? You? You broke the window?T: Yes, of course, my dear policeman, I broke the window a minute ago.P: Go away! What do you think I am?T: I think you are a policeman and you should catch me! I am the one who broke the window.P:If you had broken it, you wouldn’t be standing here now! Get out of my way! (pushing him away)T: (running after him)But I did it ! I did it! (sighing) Oh, he is gone. It’s no use. I have to try again.Near the chair in a park(An old man is sleeping in a chair. The thief notices him, walks near him and takes away the bag from him.)O: (jumping up) Hey! What are you doing? That’s my bag!T;Yes, your bag . Now it’s in my hand. Go and tell the policeman!O: (Getting back his bag and catching the thief) Come with me to the police station!T: Thank you, sir. Thank you.O: (surprised) What?T: You know I have no food and no home. And it’s getting colder and colder. So I want to stay in prison. Please help me.P: (Feeling pity for him) Oh, what a poor man! Let me help you. I have some bread and some money. Don’t be a thief anymore. Poor man, poor man! ( He gives the thief some bread and some money, then leaves)T: ( worried ) But what should I do ? Where should I go this evening?In a Restaurant(W: waitress T: Thief)W: Good morning, sir!T: Good morning!W:Sit down, please. Here’s the menu. What will you have?T:At first, I’d like a bowl of vegetable soup.W: (writing down) A bowl of vegetable soup.T: Then I’ll have some steak and chicken. At last, I’ll have a cup of coffee and a cigar.W: Steak, chicken, coffee and a cigar. Er, excuse me, but this is a very big meal. Do you have enough money?T: What?! What did you say? Do you often ask such questions?W:I’m sorry. I’ll bring your food right away.(Later, the thief eats up all his food)W: Was everything all right, sir?T: The food was very nice. I like it very much.W:Thank you, sir. Here’s your bill, si r. Twenty dollars, please.T: Very well, but now, I want to tell you that I haven’t twenty dollars. I don’t even have forty cents.W: I see, will you come with me, please?T: (standing up and following the waitress) Of course. The policeman is waiting for me, isn’t he ?(Two men appear suddenly and walk to the thief )T:I… I… don’t understand , Who are they?)“ We are the people you are waiting for ! ”(They give the thief a good beating.)In front of a church( The thief stands outside of the church and listens to the music of “Silent Night”T:What beautiful music! I often listened to it when I was a boy. Ah! How different my life is! But look at me now! What am I? Who am I? Oh, I don’t want to be a thief! I want to be a good man now. I’m not old. I’m going to work. I can help the others.( A blind man appears. The thief helps him walk across the street.)B:It’s very kind of you.( A lady drops her purse. The thief picks it up and gives it back to her.)(later, a policeman comes)P: Hey! You! What are you doing here?T: Nothing, just listening to the music.P: Listening to the music?Y: Yes, I’m just standing here and listening to the music.P: Oh, no. Didn’t I see you this morning? Of course! You are the one who was standing near that broken window. I think you broke the window after all!(The thief runs away quickly. Two other policemen run after him and catch him by the arm..T: (shouting desperately) But officer! I’ not a thief now! I don’t want to be a thief any more! I’m a good man now ! I’m a good man!(The music of “silent night” echoes on the stage.)。

the cop and the anthem英语课文翻译

the cop and the anthem英语课文翻译the cop and the anthem警察与赞美诗课文翻译：索比急躁不安地躺在麦迪逊广场的长凳上，辗转反侧。

每当雁群在夜空中引颈高歌，缺少海豹皮衣的女人对丈夫加倍的温存亲热，索比在街心公园的长凳上焦躁不安、翻来覆去的时候，人们就知道，冬天马上就要来了。

一片枯叶落在索比的大腿上，那是杰克·弗洛斯特的卡片。

杰克对麦迪逊广场的常住居民非常友好，每年冬天来临之先，总会先打一声招呼。

在十字街头，他把自己的名片交给“户外大厦”的信使“北风”，好让住户们有个准备。

索比意识到，现在该是自己下决心的时候了，马上组织单人财务委员会，以便抵御即将临近的寒冷冬天，因此，他开始急躁不安地在长凳上辗转。

索比对于过冬的抱负并不算最高，他既不想在地中海巡游，也不想到南方去晒令人昏睡的太阳，更没想过要到维苏威海湾漂泊。

他梦寐以求的只是冬天来临时在岛上待三个月就足够了。

整整三个月，可以有有饭吃，有床睡，还有志趣相投的伙伴的生活，而且不受“北风”和警察的侵扰。

对索比而言，这就是他日思夜想的最大愿望。

多年来，好客的布莱克韦尔岛的监狱一直是索比冬天的寓所。

正像福气比他好的纽约人每年冬天买票去棕榈滩和里维埃拉一样，索比也要为一年一度逃奔岛上作些必要的安排。

而现在时候又到了。

昨天晚上，他睡在古老广场上喷水池旁的长凳上，用三张星期日的报纸分别垫在上衣里、包着脚踝、盖住大腿，也没能成功抵挡住严寒的袭击。

因此，在他的脑袋里，岛子的影象又即时而鲜明地浮现出来。

他诅咒那些以慈善名义对城镇穷苦人所设的布施。

在索比眼里，法律比救济更为宽厚。

他可以去的地方不少，有市政办的、救济机关办的各式各样的组织，他都可以去混吃、混住，勉强度日，但接受这种施舍，对索比这样一位灵魂高傲的人来讲，是一种难以忍受的折磨。

从慈善机构的手里接受任何一点好处，钱固然不必付，但你必须遭受精神上的屈辱来作为回报。

正如恺撒对待布鲁图一样，凡事有利必有弊，要睡上慈善机构的床，先得让人押去洗个澡;要吃施舍的一片面包，得先交待清楚个人的来历和隐私。

The cop and the anthem警察和赞美诗

The Cop and the Anthem
By O· Henry
Brief Introduction
Maupassant 莫泊桑
ห้องสมุดไป่ตู้
Chekhov 契科夫
O· Herny 欧· 亨利
Brief Introduction
《The Cop and the Anthem》 is one of the representative works of O. Henry. O. Henry's work was acclaimed as the "Encyclopedia of American life humor."
Brief Introduction
This novel describes a poor unemployed, homeless people. He wanted the prison to shelter himself, so he committed crime intentionally. But he met few troublemakers. So he failed to achieve his goal.
Black Humor
"Black Humor" is an American trend in contemporary literature. American writer, Bruce Jay Friedman believes that "black humor" is a black thing in the thoughts and feelings on things and the combination of humor: it is humorous, but contains a gloomy thing; it is desperate, but in the will laughter.

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Chandler: All right Joey, be nice.
So does

The Cop and the Anthem警察与赞美诗

a he had set by the door on entering. a well-dressed man lighting a cigar at a swinging light
Tired and disappointed with his attempt. ↓ What he saw around the church wake him up, he realized his unworthy and dead desires. ↓ He determined to change himself into a good civilian.
We can also learn from the end of the story that people are born kind and equal, but under the evil control of the local government, some of the people become evil. Though they hope to change themselves, they are not given any opportunities to do so.
Plot-sence3 In another restaurant
P: He laughed at Soapy ,then left.
But the manager let two men giving the Soapy good beating.
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He had a big dinner but did not pay for it. He adviced the restaurant to call police nearby to deal with it.

the cop and the anthem课文及翻译

The cop and the anthem课文及翻译The Cop and the Anthem警察和赞美诗by O. Henry欧·亨利著On his bench in Madison Square Soapy moved uneasily. When wild geese honk high of nights, and when women without sealskin coats grow kind to their husbands, and when Soapy moves uneasily on his bench in the park, you may know that winter is near at hand.索丕躺在麦迪逊广场的长凳上辗转不安。

当大雁高声嘎叫的夜晚,当没有海豹皮外衣的女人去偎近自己的丈夫的时候,当索丕在公园里的长凳上不安地来回翻转的时候,你或许知道这是冬天是近在咫尺了。

A dead leaf fell in Soapy's lap. That was Jack Frost's card. Jack is kind to the regular denizens of Madison Square, and gives fair warning of his annual call. At the corners of four streets he hands his pasteboard to the North Wind, footman of the mansion of All Outdoors, so that the inhabitants thereof may make ready.一片枯叶子落在了索丕的大腿上。

那就是杰克-弗洛斯特的名片。

杰克对麦迪逊广场的普通居民都十分友好,并给他们以一年一度的友好问候。

警察与赞美诗剧本

S: No, no, no....Please! Don’t come close! I’ll call the police! No! Help!
P: You such a lying ass!! Don’t run! I’m excellent! Trust me!!
Scene Three
S: And that cute fat cop will catch me, and accuse me, for molesting a woman! Well! Hello! The bed in jail. I’m coming!
S: Hi, Babe, Have you ever seen me before? You just look so familiar! Wanna a chat? Or, come to my place? En hen? We can go deep inside to our topic. Hahahaha!
S: I don’t even know Obama, I only know you…
G: whatever, stop nagging me, or I will treat you as your neighbor Zang Tianshuo, possibly a life time in prison…
Soapy：Oh no, sir, I did it, seriously! I did it! ： Don't go~
Police：Get away! ：
Soapy：Uncle Cop, show mercy on me, I ： wanna go to the jail, 555555555~~~
Soapy：…A shop window! Haha~ I will call up my ： cop brother with your anthem of cracking~

The_Cop_and_the_Anthem_警察与赞美诗

His attempts failed~~~
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He passed by a church and heard the Sabbath anthem . The influences about the old church wrought a sudden and wonderful change in his soul…
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Hymns music not only made him drunk, and when he was thinking of life and love, ambition, friends, pure thoughts and decent clothes these beautiful things ,but also he felt life is good. At this time in his soul seems to be constantly running, and find himself
The 3rd step
Soapy entered a little restaurant and ate steak and pie, then he told the waiter that he had no money. The waiter pushed Soapy into the street.
The 5th step
Soapy disguised as a drunkard to disturbed the peace, the policeman paid no attention to Soapy. Moreover the cop thought he was a college student celebrating a win in a football game.