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欧亨利《警察与赞美诗》英文介绍
vandalism苏比走到一家陈设别致大玻璃窗惹眼的铺子前捡起鹅卵石往大玻璃上砸去然后望着旁边的警察笑警察认为没有人做了坏事会自己等着受罚所以正眼看都没看他就追着前面跑着赶车的人去了
The Book Report
The Cop and the Anthem
《警察和赞美诗》
By O.Henry
About the Author
• 3. Soapy decides to clean up his life after hearing an anthem. But alas, he is sentenced to three months in prison.
Daydreaming
苏比看见一所高级餐馆，刚 迈进餐馆的门。服务生领班的目 光就落到他的旧裤子和破皮鞋上， 然后就把他推到人行道上去了。
时髦的文雅娴静的女子在看商品。 苏比打算以一个好色之徒的身份 走过去调戏她，旁边的警察正看 着他们。想不到这位女子却转身 亲热地搂着他，说跟他走之前要 他给自己买一杯啤酒，然后苏比 在拐弯处懊丧地甩掉了女子。
警察与赞美诗 中英文剧本
The cop and the anthem (警察与赞美诗)SCENE 1At the gate of a prison Thief PolicemanP: (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.)SCENE 2Outside a shop Thief PolicemanT: 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.SCENE 3Near the chair in a park Thief Old man Policeman(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?SCENE 4In a Restaurant Thief WaitressW: 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.)SCENE 5In front of a church Thief Policeman Blind man(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?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 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 thearm.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.)警察与赞美诗第一幕出场人物：索比 Soapy(索比急躁不安地躺在麦迪逊广场的长凳上，辗转反侧。
警察与赞美诗英语原文分析
Origin al TextThe Cop and the Anthemby O .Henry1 On his benchin Madiso n Square Soapymoveduneasi ly. When wild goosehonk high of nights, and when womenwithou t sealsk in coatsgrow kind to theirhusban ds, and when Soapymovesuneasi ly on his benchin the park, you may know that winter is near at hand.2 A dead leaf fell in Soapy’slap.ThatwasJack Frost’s card. Jack is kind to the regula r denize ns of Madiso n Square, and givesfair warnin g of his annual call. At the corner s of street s his four handshis pasteb oardto the NorthWind, footma n of the mansio n of All Outdoo rs, so that the inhabi tants thereof may make ready.3 Soapy’smindbecame cognis ant of the fact that the time had come for himto resolv e himsel f into a singul ar Commit tee of Ways and Meansto provid e agains t the coming rigour Hard. And theref ore he moveduneasi ly on his bench.4 The hibern atori alAnambiti ons of Soapywere not of the highes t. In them were no consid erati ons of Medite rrane an cruise s, of sopori fic Southe rn skiesor drifti ng in the Vesuvi an Bay. Threemonths on the Island was what his soul craved. Threemonths of assure d boardand bed and congen ial compan y, safe from Boreas and blueco ats, seemed to Soapythe essenc e of things desira ble.5 For yearsthe hospit ableBlackw ell’shadbeenhiswinter quarte rs. Just as his more fortun ate fellow New Yorker s had bought theirticket s to Palm Beachand the Rivier a each winter, so Soapyhad made his humble arrang ement s for his annual hegira to the Island. And now the time was come. On the previo us nightthreeSabbat h newspa pers, distri buted beneat h his coat, abouthis ankles and over his lap, had failed to repuls e the cold as he slepton his benchnear the spurti ng founta in in the ancien t square. So the Island loomed largeand timely in Soapy’smind. He scorne dDisthe provis ionsmade in the name of charit yforthecity’sdepend ents.In Soapy’sopinio n the Law was more benign than Philan throp y. Therewas an endles s roundof instit ution s, munici pal and eleemo synar y, on whichhe mightset out and receiv e lodgin g and food accord ant with the simple life. But to one of Soapy’sproudspirit the giftsof charit y are encumb ered. If not in coin you must pay in humili ation of spirit for everybenefi t receiv ed at the handsof philan throp y. As Cesarhad his Brutus, everybed of charit y must have its toll of a bath, everyloaf of breadits compen satio n of a privat e and person al inquis ition. Wheref ore it is better to be a guestof the law, whichthough conduc ted by rules, does not meddle unduly with a gentle man’sprivat e affair s.6 Soapy,having decide d to go to the Island, at once set aboutaccomp lishi ng his desire. Therewere many easy ways of doingthis. The pleasa ntest was to dine luxuri ously at some expens ive restau rant; and then, afterdeclar ing insolv ency, be handed over quietl y and withou t uproar to a police man. An accomm odati ngmagist ratewoulddo the rest.7 Soapyleft his benchand stroll ed out of the square and across the levelsea of asphal t, whereBroadw ay and FifthAvenue flow togeth er. Up Broadw ay he turned, and halted at a glitte ringcafé, whereare gather ed togeth er nightl y the choice st produc ts of the grape, the silkwo rm and the protop lasm.8 Soapyhad confid encein himsel f 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 presen ted to him by a lady missio naryon Thanks givin g Day. If he couldreacha tablein the restau rantunsusp ected, succes s wouldbe his. The portio n of him that wouldshow abovethe tablewouldraiseno doubtin the waiter’smind. A roaste d mallar d duck, though t Soapy,wouldbe aboutthe thing—with a bottle of Chabli s, and then Camemb ert, a demi-tasseand a cigar. One dollar for the cigarwouldbe enough. The totalwouldnot be so high as to call forthany suprem e manife stati on of reveng e from the café manage ment; and yet the meat wouldleavehim filled and happyfor the journe y to his winter refuge.9 But as Soapyset foot inside the restau rantdoor the head waiter’seyefellupon his frayed trouse rs and decade nt shoes. Strong and readyhandsturned him aboutand convey ed him in silenc e and hasteto the sidewa lk and averte d the ignobl e fate of the menace d mallar d.10 Soapyturned off Broadw ay. It seemed that his routeto the covete d island was not to be an epicur ean one. Some otherway of enteri ng limbomust be though t of.11 At a corner of SixthAvenue electr ic lights and cunnin gly displa yed waresbehind plate-glassmade a shop window conspi cuous. Soapytook a cobble-stoneand dashed it throug h the glass.People came runnin g roundthe corner, a police man in the lead. Soapystoodstill, with his handsin his pocket s, and smiled at the sightof brassbutton s.12 “Where’sthemanthatdonethat?”inquir ed the office r excite dly.13 “Don’t you figure out that I mighthave had someth ing to do with it?”said Soapy, not withou t sarcas m, but friend ly, as one greets good fortun e.14 The police man’smindrefuse d to accept Soapyeven as a clue. Men who smashwindow s do not remain to parleywiththelaw’sminion s. They take to theirheels. The police man saw a man halfwa y down the blockrunnin g to catcha car. With drawnclub he joined in the pursui t. Soapy,with disgus t in his heart, loafed along, twiceunsucc essfu l.15 On the opposi te side of the street was a restau rantof no greatpreten sions. It catere d to largeappeti tes and modest purses. Its crocke ry and atmosp herewere thick;its soup and napery thin. Into this placeSoapytook his accusi ve shoesand tell-tale trouse rs withou t challe nge. At a tablehe sat and consum ed beefst eak, flap-jacks, doughn uts, and pie. And then to the waiter he betray ed the fact that the minute st coin and himsel f were strang ers.16 “Now,g et busy and call a cop,”saidSoapy.“Anddon’tkeepagentle manwaitin g.”16 “Nocopforyouse,”saidthewaiter, with a voicelike butter cakesand an eye like the cherry in a Manhat tan cockta il.“Hey,Con!”17 Neatly upon his left ear on the callou s paveme nt two waiter s pitche d Soapy. He arose, jointby joint, as a carpen ter’sruleopens, and beat the dust from his clothe s. Arrest seemed but a rosy dream.The Island seemed very far away. A police man who stoodbefore a drug storetwo doorsaway laughe d and walked down the street.18 Five blocks Soapytravel led before his courag e permit ted him to woo captur e again.This time the opport unity presen ted what he fatuou sly termed to himsel fa“cinch.” A youngwomanof a modest and pleasi ng guisewas standi ng before a show window gazing with sprigh tly intere st at its displa y of shavin g mugs and inksta nds, and two yardsfrom the window a largepolice man of severe demean our leaned agains t a water-plug.19 It was Soapy’sdesign to assume the rule of the despic ableand execra ted “masher.”Therefine d and elegan t appear anceof his victim and the contig uityof the consci entio us cop encour agedhim to believ e that he wouldsoon feel the pleasa nt offici al clutch upon his arm that wouldensure his winter quarte rs of the rightlittle, tightlittle isle.20 Soapystraig htene d the lady missio nary’sready-made tie, dragge d his shrink ing cuffsinto the open, set his hat at a killin g cant and sidled toward the youngwomen. He made eyes at her, was takenwith sudden coughsand“hems,”smiled, smirke d, and went brazen ly throug h the impude nt and contem ptibl e litany ofthe“masher.”With half an eyeAcSoapysaw that the police man was watchi ng him fixedl y. The youngwomanmovedaway a few steps, and againbestow ed her absorb ed attent ion upon the shavin g mugs. Soapyfollow ed, boldly steppi ng to her side, raised his hat and said: “Ahthere, Bedeli a!Don’tyouwanttocomeandplayinmyyard?”21 The police man was stilllookin g. The persec utedyoungwomanhad but to beckon a finger and Soapywouldbe practi cally en routefor his insula r haven. Alread y he imagin ed he couldfeel the cosy warmth of the statio n-house.The youngwomanfacedhim and, stretc hingout a hand, caught Soapy’scoatsleeve.22 “Sure, Mike,”shesaidjoyful ly, “ifyou’llblowmetoapailofsuds. I’dhave spoketo you sooner, but the cop was watchi ng.”With the youngwomanplayin g the clingi ng ivy to his oak Soapywalked past the police man overco me with gloom. He seemed doomed to libert y.23 At the next corner he shookoff his compan ion and ran. He halted in the distri ct whereby nightare foundthe lighte st street s, hearts, vows, and libret tos. Womenin furs and men in greatc oatsmovedgailyin the wintry air. A sudden fear seized Soapythat some dreadf ul enchan tment had render ed him immune to arrest. The though t brough t a little of panicupon it, and when he came uponanothe r police man loungi ng grandl y in frontof a transp lende nt theatr e he caught at the immedi ate strawof“disord erlyconduc t.”24 On the sidewa lk Soapybeganto yell drunke n gibber ish at the top of his harshvoice. He danced, howled, raved, and otherw ise distur bed the welkin.25 The police man twirle d his club, turned his back to Soapyand remark ed toa citize n: “Tiso ne of them Yale lads celebr atin’thegooseegg they give to the Hartfo rd Colleg e. Noisy; but no harm. We’veinstru ction stolavethembe.”26 Discon solat e, Soapyceased his unavai lingracket. Wouldnevera police man lay handson him? In his fancythe Island seemed an unatta inabl e Arcadi a. He button ed his thin coat agains t the chilli ng wind.27 In a cigarstorehe saw a well-dresse d man lighti ng a cigarat a swingi ng light.His silk umbrel la he had set by the door on enteri ng. Soapysteppe d inside, secure d the umbrel la and saunte red off with it slowly. The man at the cigarlightfollow ed hastil y.28 “Myumbrel la,”hesaidsternl y.29 “Oh, is it?”sneere d Soapy,adding insult to petitlarcen y.“Well, why don’tyoucallapolice man? I took it. Your umbrel la! Whydon’tyoucallacop? Therestands one on the corner.”30 The umbrel la ownerslowed his steps.Soapydid likewi se, with a presen timen t that luck wouldrun agains t him. The police man looked at the two curiou sly.31“Ofcourse,”saidtheumbrel la man—“thatis—well, you know how thesemistak es occur—I—ifit’syourumbrel laIhopeyou’llexcuse me—I picked it up this mornin g in a restau rant—If you recogn ise it as yours, why—Ihopeyou’ll—“32 “Ofcourseit’smine,”saidSoapyviciou sly.33 The ex-umbrel la man retrea ted. The police man hurrie d to assist a tall blonde in an operacloakacross the street in frontof a street car that was approa ching two blocks away.34 Soapywalked eastwa rd throug h a street damage d by improv ement s. He hurled the umbrel la wrathf ullyinto an excava tion.He mutter ed agains t the men who wear helmet s and carryclubs.Becaus e he wanted to fall into theirclutch es, they seemed to regard him as a king who coulddo no wrong.35 At length Soapyreache d one of the avenue s to the east wherethe glitte r and turmoi l was but faint. He set his face down this toward Madiso n Square, for the homing instin ct surviv es even when the home is a park bench.36 But on an unusua lly quietcorner Soapycame to a stands till. Here was an old church, quaint and rambli ng and gabled. Throug h one violet-staine d window a soft lightglowed, where,no doubt,the organi st loiter ed over the keys, making sure of his master y of the coming Sabbat h anthem. For theredrifte d out to Soapy’searssweetmusicthat caught and held him transf ixedagains t the convol ution s of the iron fence.37 The moon was above,lustro us and serene; vehicl es and pedest rains were few; sparro ws twitte red sleepi ly in the eaves—for a little whilethe scenemighthave been a countr y church yard.And the anthem that the organi st played cement ed Soapyto the iron fence,for he had knownit well in the days when his life contai ned such things as mother s and rosesand ambiti ons and friend s and immacu latethough ts and collar s.38 The conjun ction of Soapy’srecept ive stateof mind and the influe ncesaboutthe old church wrough t a sudden and wonder ful change in his soul. He viewed with swifthorror the pit into whichhe had tumble d, the degrad ed days, unwort hy desire s, dead hopes,wrecke d facult ies, and base motive s that made up his existe nce.39 And also in a moment his heartrespon ded thrill ingly to this novelmood. An instan taneo us and strong impuls e movedhim to battle with his desper ate fate. He wouldpull himsel f out of the mire; he wouldmake a man of himsel f again; he wouldconque r the evil that had takenposses sionof him. Therewas time; he was compar ative ly youngyet; he wouldresurr ect his old eagerambiti ons and pursue them withou t falter ing. Thosesolemn but sweetorgannoteshad set up a revolu tionin him. Tomorr ow he wouldgo into the roarin g down-town distri ct and find work. A fur import er had once offere d him a placeas driver. He wouldfind him to-morrow and ask for the positi on. He wouldbe somebo dy in the world. He would—40 Soapyfelt a hand laid on his arm. He looked quickl y roundinto the broadface of a police man.41 “Whatareyoudoin’here?”askedthe office r.42 “Nothin g’,”saidSoapy.43“Th en come along,”saidthepolice man.44“Threemonths on the Island,”saidtheMagist ratein the Police Courtthe next mornin g.。
初中英语话剧警察与赞美诗
中国的司法制度
通过剧中的中国司法制度，展 现了中华文化中强调的和谐与
平衡。
中美文化的比较研究
要点一
社会制度差异
要点二
文化价值观的碰撞
通过比较中美两国的社会制度，分析 两国在社会价值观和治理理念上的差 异。
探讨美国和中国文化元素在剧中的碰 撞与融合，分析不同文化背景下的观 众对剧情和角色的不同理解。
合作学习法
语言实践法
组织小组讨论、角色扮演、互动交流等活动 ，促进生生之间的合作与交流，增强学习效 果。
通过听、说、读、写等多种语言实践活动， 培养学生的英语运用能力和跨文化意识。
学习技巧
记忆技巧
通过复述、归纳、联想等方法加强 记忆，提高学习效率。
思维技巧
运用逻辑思维、批判性思维等方法 ，分析和解决问题。
注和反思。
倡导善良与爱心
通过警察和赞美诗的行动，展示 了善良和爱的力量，强调了理解 和帮助他人的重要性，有助于促 进社会的和谐与进步。
增强人际交往能力
这部话剧提醒人们在生活中要理解 他人，关注身边的人，并用自己的 行动去帮助他们，有助于增强人际 交往能力。
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语言特点与表达方式
语言特点
简单易懂
该话剧使用的语言简单易懂， 符合初中学生的英语水平。
资源管理策略
有效利用时间、学习环境和资源， 合理安排学习计划，提高学习效果 。
情感策略
培养积极的学习态度和自信心，克 服困难，保持学习的动力和兴趣。
教学方法
任务型教学法
情境教学法
通过设计具体、真实、有趣的任务，引导学 生主动参与、合作探究，培养英语运用能力 。
借助多媒体、实物道具等手段创设生动真实 的教学情境，帮助学生理解和运用英语。
警察与赞美诗英文版
警察与赞美诗英文版篇一：警察与赞美诗英语读后感警察与赞美诗读书分析报告篇二：警察与赞美诗的英文读后感Wang1 Wang MengmengProfessor Li KangEnglish 0911031412 March 2021The Cop and the AnthemTBased on the whole text, the author's humor is present in various ways, one ofwhich is through irrationality during the development of plots. Soapy, the vagrant who has stirred up trouble for six times, is eager to go to prison. But he is always out of luck and get policeman's forgiveness. When Soapy is touched by the anthem and wants to be a good citizen, he is arrested for groundless reasons. This way is a kind of black humor manifesting social reality profoundly. We can see something gloomy, desperate,but simultaneously, we can't help laughing when reading the vivid description.Once, Soapy wants to reach his goal by molesting a woman, Soapystraightened the lady missionary’s ready-made tie, dragged his shrinking cuffs intothe open, set his hat at a killing cant and sidled toward the young women(20).butthe seeming virtuous and quiet woman begin to seduce him in reverse.“Sure,Mike,” she said joyfully, “if you’ll blow me to a pail of suds. I’d have spoke to yousooner, but the cop was watching.”With the young woman playing the clinging ivyto his oak Soapy (22). Besides, Soapy steals an umbrella from a neatly dressedcustomer, but the umbrella is ill-gotten originally.''Of course,''said the umbrellaWang2man''that is—well, you know how these mistakes occur—I—if it’s your umbrella Ihope you’ll excuse me—I picked it up this morning in a restaurant—If you recogniseit as yours, why—I hope you’ll—''(31).So the modest and lady and gentleman turnout to be someone that we cannot imagine, which is not rational. Nonetheless, as amatter of fact, they just hide their dirty acts under a beautiful veil and a small signcan indicate a great trend, we can learn that the so-called noble upper class goesmore serious than the two. These plots reveals awful mood of that capitalist society.In addition, the conflict between the irrationality of Soapy's behavior and therationality of the cop's judgment is one of the important reasons for Soapy's"misfortune". For example, Soapy breaks the glass and wait for the policeman tocome and arrest him, but the cop reckons that a man who commits evil won't sitand wait for arrest, men who smash windows do not remain to parley with thelaw’s minions then he excludes Soapy. Besides, he wants to break the peace byvirtue of kicking up a fuss in the street, identically, the cop deems that onlycollege students dare to be so unbridled andboisterous''Tis one of them Yale ladscelebratin’ the goose egg they give to the Hartford College. Noisy; but no harm.We’ve instructions to lave them be.''(25). His abnormal conducts is determined byhis distorted mentality, which exactly reflects torture and agony both in life andmind oft he low-class. When the poor guy intends to do good the moment he ismoved and inspired, the cop believes a vagrant will never something to do withthe quiet atmosphere around a church, the soft lamplight and the touching music.Consequently, Soapy is caught unexpectedly. “What are you doin’ here?” askedthe officer. ''Nothing,'' said Soapy(42). ''Then come along.''said thepoliceman(43). ''Three months on the Island.'' said the Magistrate in the PoliceCourt the next morning.(44). It is the accident that mirrors confusion of truth andfalsehood, black and wright.Needless to say,there are many ways to represent humor, they have one thing in--where there is humor, there is specific implication. The writing style of the author is humorous, the disclosure of the society is deepgoing, the reflective life andWang3mental distress are mirky. O.Hey uses a quantity of comparison and humor to fully display the character's wretched fate and cruelty of capitalist society.Notes1.Jack Frost (Para.2): Jack Frost is a personification of frost.2.Blackwell (Para.5): An island with prisons on East River in New York3.Palm Beach and the Riviera (Para.5): A tourist attraction in winter.4.Cesar (Para.5): A famous statesman, strategist and commander in chief assassinated by Republicans.5.Brutus (Para.5): Roman politician, the chief plotter to assassinate Cesar.6.the choicest products of the grape, the silkworm and the protoplasm(Para.7): It indicates upper-class life.7.brass buttons (Para.5): It refers to policeman, as the fasteners of police uniform are made of brass.Work cited1.2.Hey,O.O Hey 100 Selected Stories [M]. Hertfordshire: Wordworth,2021.3.Voss,Arthur. The American Short Story: A Critical Survey[M].Norman:Oklahoma UP,1973:123-1244.田艳.欧菲利普短篇小说精选[M]. 大连：南京大学出版社，2021.5.王青松.倪勤.轮欧爱德华小说的比喻特色[J].安徽教育学院学报.2021,24(4):82-85.About The AuthorO. Hey is one of the most famous American criticalrealist short storywriters, and one of the world's top three masters of the short stories. O. Hey'sreal name was William Sydney Porter.O. Hey was born in Greensboro, North Carolina on September 11,1862. At age of 20 (1882) he moved to Texas, where he had various jobs.He married Athol Estes in 1887, in 1894 while working for First National Bank inAustin, Porter was accused of stealing $4000. He went to prison in Columbus,Ohio for 3 years eventually. While in prison Porter first started to write shortstories and believed that he has found his pseudonym there. After Porter wasreleased from the prison in 1901, he changed his name to O. Hey and moved toNew York in 1902. From December 1903 to January 1906 o. Hey wrote a storya week for the New York World magazine, and published several short stories inother magazines.O. Hey's short stories are famous for their surprise endings, his wit, wordplayand humor. He wrote such classic short stories as The Ransom of Red Chief, TheGift of the Magi, The Furnished Room, The Four Billion, Cabbages and Kings,The Last Leaf, The Cop and the Anthem,etc.In his last years O. Hey had financial and health problems. An alcoholic, O.Hey died on June 5, 1910 in New York City, virtually broke.篇三：警察与赞美诗的德文读后感[1]1The Cop and the AnthemThe key word:Cop/vagrant/crime/prison/winter/arrested.The Cop and the Anthem is one of O.Hey's representative works. This noveldescribes a vagrant who is jobless, homeless and commits crime on purpose so that he can be put into prison in winter. However,things don't goes as he expected. But when he makes up his mind to give up evil and return to good, he is arrested.Based on the whole text, the author's humor is present in various ways, one ofwhich is through irrationality during the development of plots. soap, the vagrant who has stirred up trouble for six times, is eager to go to prison. But he is always out of luck and get policeman's forgiveness. When soap is touched by the anthem and wants to be a good citizen, he is arrested for groundless reasons. This way is a kind of black humor manifesting social reality profoundly. We can see something gloomy, desperate,but simultaneously, we can't help laughing when reading the vivid description.Once, soap wants to reach his goal by molesting a woman, soap straightened thelady 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.but the seeming virtuous and quiet woman begin to seduce him in reverse.“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 soap . Besides, soap steals an umbrella from a neatly dressed customer, but the umbrella is ill-gotten originally.''Of course,''said the umbrella man''that is—well, you know how these mistakes occur—I—if it’s your umbrella I hopeyou’ll excuse me—I picked it up this morning in a restaurant—If you recognise it as yours, why—I hopeyou’ll.So themodest and lady and gentleman turn out to be someone that we cannot imagine, which is not rational. Nonetheless, as a matter of fact, they just hide their dirty acts under a beautiful veil and a small sign can indicate a great trend,we can learn that the so-called noble upper class goes more serious than the two. These plots reveals awful mood of that capitalist society.In addition, the conflict between the irrationality of Soap's behavior and therationality of the cop's judgment is one of the important reasons for Soap's "misfortune". For example, soap breaks the glass and wait for the policeman to come and arrest him, but the cop reckons that a man who commits evil won't sit andwait for arrest, men who smash windows do not remain toparley with the law’s minion s then he excludes soap. Besides, he wants to break the peace by virtue of kicking up a fuss in the street, identically, the cop deems that only college students dare to be so unbridled and boisterous''Tis one of them Yale lads celebrate’ the goose egg the y give to the Hartford College. Noisy; but no harm. We have instructions to lave them be. His abnormal conducts is determined by his distorted mentality, which exactly reflects torture and agony both in life and mind oft he low-class. When the poor guy intends to do good the moment he is moved and inspired, the cop believes a vagrant will never something to do with the quiet atmosphere around a church, the soft lamplight and thetouching music. Consequently, soap is caught unexpectedly. “What are you doing here?” asked the officer. ''Nothing,'' said soap''Then come along.''said the policeman. ''Three months on the Island.'' said the Magistrate in the Police Court the next morning.. It is the accident that mirrors confusion of truth and falsehood, black and wright.Needless to say,there are many ways to represent humor, they have one thing in--where there is humor, there is specific implication. The writing style of the author is humorous, the disclosure of the society is deepgoing, the reflective life and mental distress are mirky. O.Hey uses a quantity of comparison and humor to fully display the character's wretched fate and cruelty of capitalist society.About The AuthorO. Hey is one of the most famous American criticalrealist short storywriters, and one of the world's top three masters of the short stories. O. Hey'sreal name was William Sydney Porter.O. Hey was born in Greensboro, North Carolina on September 11,1862. At age of 20 (1882) he moved to Texas, where he had various jobs.He married Athol Estes in 1887, in 1894 while working for First National Bankin Austin, Porter was accused of stealing $4000. He went to prison in Columbus,Ohio for 3 years eventually. While in prison Porter first started to write shortstories and believed that he has found his pseudonym there. After Porter wasreleased from the prison in 1901, he changed his name to O. Hey and moved toNew York in 1902. From December 1903 to January 1906 o. Hey wrote a storya week for the New York World magazine, and published several short stories inother magazines.O. Hey's short stories are famous for their surprise endings, his wit, wordplayand humor. He wrote such classic short stories as The Ransom of Red Chief, TheGift of the Magi, The Furnished Room, The Four Billion, Cabbages and Kings,The Last Leaf, The Cop and the Anthem,etc.In his last years O. Hey had financial and health problems. An alcoholic, O.Hey died on June 5, 1910 in New York City, virtually broke.。
警察与赞美诗中英文对照1
警察与赞美诗过冬计划 苏⽐躺在麦迪⽣⼴场他那条长凳上，辗转反侧。
每当雁群在夜空引吭⾼鸣，每当没有海豹⽪⼤⾐的⼥⼈跟丈夫亲热起来，每当苏⽐躺在街⼼公园长凳上辗转反侧，这时候，你就知道冬天迫在眉睫了。
⼀张枯叶飘落在苏⽐的膝头。
这是杰克?弗洛斯特的名⽚。
杰克对麦迪⽣⼴场的⽼住户很客⽓，每年光临之前，总要先打个招呼。
他在⼗字街头把名⽚递给“露天公寓”的门公佬“北风”，好让房客们有所准备。
苏⽐明⽩，为了抵御寒冬，由他亲⾃出马组织⼀个单⼈财务委员会的时候到了。
为此，他在长凳上辗转反侧，不能⼊寐。
苏⽐的冬居计划并不过奢。
他没打算去地中海游⼷，也不想去晒南⽅令⼈昏昏欲睡的太阳，更没考虑到维苏威湾去漂流。
他衷⼼企求的仅仅是去岛上度过三个⽉。
整整三个⽉不愁⾷宿，伙伴们意⽓相投，再没有“北风”⽼⼉和警察⽼爷来纠缠不清，在苏⽐看来，⼈⽣的乐趣也莫过于此了。
多年来，好客的布莱克威尔岛监狱⼀直是他的冬季寓所。
正如福⽓⽐他好的纽约⼈每年冬天要买票去棕榈滩和⾥维埃拉⼀样，苏⽐也不免要为⼀年⼀度的“冬狩”作些最必要的安排。
现在，时候到了。
昨天晚上，他躺在古⽼的⼴场喷泉和近的长凳上，把三份星期天的厚报纸塞在上⾐⾥，盖在脚踝和膝头上，都没有能挡住寒⽓。
这就使苏⽐的脑海⾥迅速⽽鲜明地浮现出岛⼦的影⼦。
他瞧不起慈善事业名下对地⽅上穷⼈所作的布施。
在苏⽐眼⾥，法律⽐救济仁慈得多。
他可去的地⽅多的是，有市政府办的，有救济机关办的，在那些地⽅他都能混吃混住。
当然，⽣活不能算是奢侈。
可是对苏⽐这样⼀个灵魂⾼傲的⼈来说，施舍的办法是⾏不通的。
从慈善机构⼿⾥每得到⼀点点好处，钱固然不必花，却得付出精神上的屈辱来回报。
真是凡事有利必有弊，要睡慈善单位的床铺，先得让⼈押去洗上⼀个澡；要吃他⼀块⾯包，还得先⼀五⼀⼗交代清个⼈的历史。
因此，还是当法律的客⼈来得强。
法律虽然铁⾯⽆私，照章办事，⾄少没那么不知趣，会去⼲涉⼀位⼤爷的私事。
既然已经打定主意去岛上，苏⽐⽴刻准备实现⾃⼰的计划。
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.。
英国文学论文 警察与赞美诗 英文版
709202212学号：辽宁师范大学海华学院美国文学论文专业：英语年级：09级2班姓名：孙晓琳论文题目："The Cop and the anthem "in the view of interpersonal functionMajor Writing Style——Humor人际功能角度分析《警察与赞美诗》完成时间2012年6月9日Abstract:The interpersonal function is one of the three functions of the functional grammar, interpersonal function, mood, modality and evaluation system to analyze the "Cop and the Anthem" Writing Style - humor, interpersonal function to the understanding of the text can be seen provide an important means and appreciation.摘要：人际功能是功能语法的三大元功能之一，根据人际功能的语气、情态和评价系统来分析《警察与赞美诗》的主要写作特色——幽默，可以看出人际功能可以给文本的理解与欣赏提供重要手段。
Keywords:interpersonal functions; tone; modality; evaluation关键词：人际功能；语气；情态；评价A three meta-functions, one of the interpersonal function according to Halliday's Functional Grammar, Functional Grammar. Interpersonal function refers to the language through the exchange of words the role of other members of society with them to establish or maintain interpersonal relationships, in order to influence the behavior of others.Interpersonal function tone system, the modal system and, later, Martin added, and the proposed evaluation system to achievedialogue and sole functional analysis of human from "The Cop and the anthem " （A）the Soviet with the first police“Where’s the man that done that?”inquired the officer excite dly．“Don’t you figure out that I might have had something to do with it?”said Soapy，not without sarcasm，but friendly。
警察与赞美诗的英文介绍
The fourth act
The fifth act
The sixth act
First, Soapy enters a good
restaurant, but the waiter pushed Soapy in silence and haste out into the street.
Forth,Soapy attempt to be
arrested for persecuting a young woman, but Soapy was still unsuccessful.
Fifth, Soapy disguise as a
drunkard to disturbed the peace, the policeman paid no attention to Soapy.
Sixth, Soapy stole someone’s umbrella,
this time, Soapy is unsuccessful. At last, Soapy stopped before an old church, suddenly he realised he was still young, he would make a man of himself again, at the same time, the policeman caught Soapy and gave him three months in the prison.
O. Henry, (1862-1910 )
My understanding
•He is just writing his own story that takes place around him. This story just reflects social realty.
浅论欧亨利警察与赞美诗的英语翻译批评与赏析 教育资料
浅论欧亨利《警察与赞美诗》的英语翻译批评与赏析一、作品简介《警察与赞美诗》以美国资本主义逐步进入黑暗腐朽时期作为背景，也就是美国帝国主义初期阶段，此时有着强烈的社会矛盾，贫富差距巨大，底层民众生活艰难。
欧?亨利关注底层民众，以底层民众的视角来表现作品。
在作品中，首先呈现了美国民众艰难的生活，对资本主义的腐朽进行强烈的谴责，表现了美国人民对资本主义制度的不满。
但是，当时的作家们对于资本主义制度仍然心存幻想，希望资本主义能够力挽狂澜，带领人民走出阴影，因此都献言献策，希望能够尽自己所能帮助民众。
《警察与赞美诗》这部作品表现了一个滑稽的故事，欧?亨利运用其擅长的讽刺手法，在可笑的氛围当中叙述了一个令人可叹、可怜、可气的故事，故事揭露了当时美国腐朽黑暗的司法制度，同时也表达了对人生的悲观情绪。
二、《警察与赞美诗》翻译对比在小说的第五段有这样一句话“Soapy's proud spiritthe gifts of charity were undersirable. You must pay in humiliation of spirit for everything received at the hands of philanthropy.”面对这样两句话，初入翻译行业或经验不足的翻译人员往往会简单的将其翻译为“苏比自尊心很强，从其骄”这种爱心人士所送给他的礼物好像是折磨一样。
傲程度来看，翻译就是单纯的意译。
当然，还会有翻译者进行这样的翻译，“对于自尊的苏比来说，接受这些爱心人士所送的礼物，简直比杀了他还要让他难受，他觉得这就是对他的侮辱和蔑视。
”看起来比上一个翻译好了很多，而李文俊先生则将这句话是这样翻译的“对苏比来说，拿着爱心人士赠送的礼物，那是要比杀了苏比还难受的，那简直就是一种对他的侮辱，他觉得那是对他精神上的亵渎和侮辱。
”这三个翻译方式各有各的不同，第一种只是简单地意译，没有什么特点，只是对表达意思进行了概括，没有逻辑错误和语病，只做到了尊重原意。
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.)。
《警察与赞美诗》英文梗概
A New York City hobo named Soapy,who sets out to get arrested so he can avoid sleeping in the cold winter as a guest of the city jail.Soapy's ploys伎俩include swindling诈骗a restaurant into serving him an expensive meal, breaking the plate-glass window of a luxury shop, repeating his eatery exploit at a humble简陋的diner, sexually harassing a young woman, pretending to be publicly intoxicated喝醉to make troubles, and stealing another man's umbrella.However, all of these attempts are quickly exposed as failures.Based on these events, Soapy despairs of his goal of getting arrested and imprisoned.As O. Henry describes events, the small church has aworking organ机构and a practicing organist风琴演奏者. As Soapy listens to the church organ play an anthem圣歌, he experiences a spiritual epiphany 神灵显现then he resolves决定to cease停止to be homeless, end his life as a tramp afflicted苦恼with unemployment, and regain his self-respect.As Soapy stands on the street and considers the plan for his future, however, a policeman taps him on the shoulder and asks him what he is doing. When Soapy answers “Nothing,” his fate is sealed未知: he has been arrested for loitering闲荡. In the magistrate’s法官court on the following day, he is convicted定罪of a misdemeanor行为不端and is sentenced to three monthsin Blackwell's Island, the New York City jail.。
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警察还在盯着。
那受⼈轻薄的⼥⼦只消将⼿指⼀招，苏⽐就等于进安乐岛了。
他想象中已经感到了巡捕房的舒适和温暖。
年轻的⼥⼠转过脸来，伸出⼀只⼿，抓住苏⽐的袖⼦。
“可不是吗，迈克，”她兴致勃勃地说，“不过你先得破费给我买杯猫尿。
要不是那巡警⽼盯着，我早就要跟你搭腔了。
” 那娘们像常春藤⼀样紧紧攀住苏⽐这棵橡树，苏⽐好不懊丧地在警察⾝边⾛了过去。
看来他的⾃由是命中注定的了。
⼀拐弯，他甩掉⼥伴撒腿就⾛。
他⼀⼝⽓来到⼀个地⽅，⼀到晚上，最轻佻的灯光，最轻松的⼼灵，最轻率的盟誓，最轻快的歌剧，都在这⾥荟萃。
⾝穿轻裘⼤氅的淑⼥绅⼠在寒冷的空⽓⾥兴⾼采烈地⾛动。
苏⽐突然感到⼀阵恐惧，会不会有什么可怕的魔法镇住了他，使他永远也不会被捕呢？这个念头使他有点发慌，但是当他遇见⼀个警察⼤模⼤样在灯⽕通明的剧院门前巡逻时，他马上就捞起“扰乱治安”这根稻草来。
苏⽐在⼈⾏道上扯直他那破锣似的嗓⼦，像醉⿁那样乱嚷嚷。
他⼜是跳，⼜是吼，⼜是骂，⽤尽了办法⼤吵⼤闹。
警察让警棍打着旋，⾝⼦转过去背对苏⽐，向⼀个市民解释道： “这是个耶鲁的⼩伙⼦在庆祝胜利，他们跟哈德福学院赛球，请⼈家吃了鸭蛋。
够吵的，可是不碍事。
我们有指⽰，让他们只管闹去。
” 苏⽐怏怏地停⽌了⽩费⽓⼒的吵闹。
难道就没有⼀个警察来抓他了吗？在他的幻想中。
那岛已成为可望不可即的仙岛。
他扣好单薄的上⾐以抵挡刺⾻的寒风。
他看见雪茄烟店⾥⼀个⾐冠楚楚的⼈对着摇曳的⽕头在点烟。
那⼈进店时，将⼀把绸伞靠在门边。
苏⽐跨进店门，拿起绸伞，慢吞吞地退了出去。
对⽕的⼈赶紧追出来。
“我的伞。
”他厉声说道。
“噢，是吗？”苏⽐冷笑说；在⼩偷⼩摸的罪名上⼜加上侮辱这⼀条。
“好，那你⼲吗不叫警察？不错，是我拿的。
你的伞！你怎么不叫巡警？那边拐⾓上就有⼀个。
” 伞主⼈放慢了脚步，苏⽐也放慢脚步。
他有⼀种预感：他⼜⼀次背运了。
那警察好奇地瞅着这两个⼈。
“当然，”伞主⼈说，“嗯……是啊，你知道有时候会发⽣误会……我……要是这伞是你的我希望你别见怪……我是今天早上在⼀家饭店⾥捡的……要是你认出来这是你的，那么……我希望你别……” “当然是我的。
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警察与赞美诗■［美］欧·亨利／著潘明元／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、翻来复去的时候，人们就明白，冬天已近在咫尺了。
一片枯叶落在索比的大腿上，那是杰克·弗洛斯特①的卡片。
杰克对麦迪逊广场的常住居民非常客气，每年来临之先，总要打一声招呼。
在十字街头，他把名片交给“户外大厦”的信使“北风”，好让住户们有个准备。
索比意识到，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严寒，因此，他急躁不安地在长凳上辗转反侧。
索比越冬的抱负并不算最高，他不想在地中海巡游，也不想到南方去晒令人昏睡的太阳，更没想过到维苏威海湾漂泊。
他梦寐以求的只要在岛上待三个月就足够了。
整整三个月，有饭吃，有床睡，还有志趣相投的伙伴，而且不受“北风”和警察的侵扰。
对索比而言，这就是日思夜想的最大愿望。
多年来，好客的布莱克韦尔岛②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③和里维埃拉④一样，索比也要为一年一度逃奔岛上作些必要的安排。
现在又到时候了。
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，但接受施舍，对索比这样一位灵魂高傲的人来讲，是一种不可忍受的折磨。
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⑤，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。
《警察与赞美诗》英语ppt制作
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• 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.
» Soapy had repeatedly tested: eat not to give money to disrupt social order, Dally with women in front of the police... The results are repeatedly try and loss. When soapy helplessly pacing to an ancient church, the hymn to play sweet music made him drunk. » The soul of his incredible changes have taken place in all of a sudden, a strong impulse, bumps that propels his struggle against the bad luck. » Tomorrow, he will go to the busy urban areas to find a job, he wants to mix the people in this world. He will... As Sue than heart to full of hope and motivation, but it happened that was sent to prison by the police. The authors use a relaxed and humorous style describes the soapy the bum to achieve the purpose of his funny and ridiculous attempt.
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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, turned 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 Soapy’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.。
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英语原⽂ The Cop and the Anthem by O 。
Henry On 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. He 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 affairs. 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 bottle of 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 policemanwho 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 brazenly through the impudent and 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.”。
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流浪汉A：索比穿着：破旧裤子，破皮鞋，马甲，黑领结流浪汉B：索普穿着：邋遢的便装警长警察旁白+法官侍者领班+市民（我）侍者+路人某一个晚上索比，索普睡在广场喷水池旁的长凳上，用三张星期日的报纸分别垫在上衣里、包着脚踝、盖住大腿，依然冻得瑟瑟发抖第二天早上两人急躁不安地躺在广场的长凳上，辗转反侧。
One nightSoapy, thorpe slept on his bench near the spurting fountain in the square, with the three newspapers, Sunday in the top cover, wrapped in ankle, thigh, still shiveringThe second day morningThe two men lay anxiously on the bench in the square, tossing and turning旁白：冬天快要到了，他们得想想办法去岛上呆上三个月，多年来，好客的布莱克韦尔岛的监狱一直是两人冬天的寓所。
不要求在地中海巡游，也不要求到南方去晒令人昏睡的太阳，有吃有住就好，还有志趣相投的伙伴们，也没有北风和警察的侵扰。
那样的生活多好啊~！Narrator: winter is coming, they have to think of a way to stay on the island for three months, for years, the hospitable blackwell prison island has always been two people's home in the winter. Does not require a cruise in the Mediterranean, also went to the south does not require the sun bask in a coma, had to eat a live, there are like-minded partners, nor the intrusion of the north wind and the police. That's a good life.索比：（小声说）哼，那些以公益设施对城镇穷苦人没有一点作用，早点拆了才好，让我遭受精神的折磨，还不如法律来的好呢。
看来我要做点什么，让我愉快的度过三个月Soapy: (whispered) hum, those in the urban poor people do not have a little effect on public welfare facilities, down early enough, let me suffer from mental torture, is not as good as the law to do.What do I have to do to make me happy for three months.索普：（从长凳上坐起来）是的，我也要做点什么，来比你更早进监狱度过这个冬天。
Thorpe: (sitting up on a bench) yes, I have to do something to get in jail earlier than you do.索比：（跟着从长凳上起来）我明天就应该在监狱欢迎你的到来Soapy: (following up on the bench) I should welcome you in prison tomorrow（随后两人向两个不同方向走去）(then they walk in two different directions.)第一幕(The first act)索比离开长凳，踱出广场，（在路上走一个来回），在一家灯火辉煌的咖啡馆前停下脚步。
Soapy stepped out of the bench and strolled out of the square, stopping in front of a brightly lit cafe.索比：嗯，这家店不错，如果我只露出上半身，他们一定不会怀疑我的！嗯，这样挺好，不会太贵，也不会遭到太厉害的报复。
Soapy: well, the store is good, and if I only show my upper body, they won't doubt mine! Well, that's good, not too expensive, and not too much revenge.于是索比整了整领结，迈出脚，踏进门，在柜台面前停下So soapy took the bow, stepped in, and stopped at the counter侍者：（鞠躬）欢迎光临，有什么可以效劳的。
Waiter: (bowing) welcome to our company. What can I do for you?索比：一只烤鸭，一瓶红酒，一些奶酪，一小杯清咖啡，一只一美元的雪茄。
Soapy: a roast duck, a bottle of red wine, some cheese, a small cup of clear coffee, a dollar cigar.侍者：（拿笔记录）好的，稍等，先生Waiter: (taking a pen record) ok, wait a minute, Sir.索比：（慌张，不知所措）等下，我不是乞丐，我要吃烤鸭Soapy: (flustered, overwhelmed) wait, I'm not a beggar, I want to eat roast duck（强壮迅急的手掌推了他个转身，悄无声息地把索比押了出来，推上了人行道。
）索比回头看了一眼咖啡厅（两个侍者趁机退场去对面的餐厅）(the strong, swift hand pushed him around, silently putting soapy out and pushing the pavement.) Soapy glanced back at the cafe (the two waiters took the opportunity to return to the restaurant across the street)索比：倒霉Soapy: bad luck第二幕The second act旁白：对面街上，有一家不太招眼的餐厅，它可以填饱肚子，又花不了多少钱。
它的碗具粗糙，空气混浊，汤菜淡如水，餐巾薄如绢。
索比索比穿着那令人诅咒的鞋子和暴露身份的裤子跨进餐厅，上帝保佑，还没遭到白眼。
Narrator: across the street, there's a restaurant that's not so open. It can fill up and it won't cost much. Its bowl was rough, the air was cloudy, the soup was light and the napkin was thin. The sobissau crossed into the dining room with the cursed shoes and the exposed pants, and god bless, not yet.索比：一份牛排，煎饼，炸面饼圈，馅饼。
谢谢。
（吃完以后）Soapy: a steak, a pancake, a doughnut, pie. thank you(after eating)索比：（摊手）对不起，我身上没钱。
现在，快去叫警察，别让我等久了，我急着进监狱。
（看向外面的警长）Soapy: (hands down) I'm sorry, I don't have any money. Now, hurry to call the police. Don't let me wait long. I'm in a hurry to go to jail. (look at the sheriff outside.)（警长从外面走过）(the sheriff walks by.)侍者领班：（声音温柔，脸色凶狠）用不着找警察。
喂，约翰！Waiter: (the voice is gentle, the face is fierce) there is no need to find the police. Hello, John!两个侍者干净利落地把他推倒在又冷又硬的地板上，然后一顿暴打，之后又把他扔到了人行道索比艰难地一点一点地从地上爬起来，接着拍掉衣服上的尘土。
一瘸一拐向公园走去（警长停下来看戏）Waiters neatly put him down on the floor of the cold and hard, and then suddenly and violently dozen, then threw him out of the sidewalk soapy struggled to climb from the ground up bit by bit, and then pat the dust from his clothes. Limping toward the park(the sheriff stops to watch the show.)警长：（看完热闹后笑了笑）嘿，又是个没钱吃饭的。
（继续沿街走去）Sheriff: (after watching the noise) hey, there's no money for dinner. (walking down the street)旁白：被捕的愿望仅仅是美梦一个，那个岛子是太遥远了。
Narrator: the desire to be arrested was only a dream. The island was too far away.第三幕The third act旁白：而在另一边，第六大街的拐角处，灯火通明、陈设精巧的大玻璃橱窗内的商品尤其诱人注目。
Narrator: on the other side, the corner of sixth avenue, the bright lights and the exquisite Windows of the big glass window are particularly attractive.索普捡起一块鹅卵石，向玻璃窗砸去。