The Hairy Ape
6.The Hairy Ape
Eugene O’Neill
【简介与赏析】
尤金·奥尼尔（Eugene O’Neill，1888—1953），美国20世纪三大剧作家之首。爱尔兰裔，生于纽约一家旅馆，童年不快，中年不幸，老年孤苦。大学肄业，流浪海外。1912年归国，立志戏剧，广学名家，又选修课程，并开始创作。1920年剧作《天边外》轰动百老汇，并获普利策奖，剧名初立。一生共获普利策奖4次，并于1936年获诺贝尔文学奖。奥尼尔将希腊古典戏剧、日本能剧等要素融入其创作中，并痴迷于中国道家思想，晚年寓所名为“道屋”（Tao House）。晚年患帕金森氏症，家庭不睦，1953年卒于波士顿一家旅馆。
奥尼尔性格抑郁，一生创作剧本45部，除《啊，荒野》外其他全为悲剧。早期以自然主义为主，后糅合象征主义、表现主义和意识流手法等现代手法，晚年回归现实主义。主要作品有《东航加迪夫》、《天边外》、《琼斯皇》、《毛猿》、《安娜·克利斯蒂》、《榆树下的欲望》、《悲悼》、《送冰的人来了》、《进入黑夜的漫长旅程》等，其中《榆树下的欲望》对我国剧作家曹禺的《雷雨》影响明显。
19世纪美国戏剧一味模仿欧洲，虽有剧作家惨淡经营，终难脱欧洲窠臼。奥尼尔是美国民族戏剧的奠基人，一洗浮沉，另辟新章，让美国戏剧赢得了世界声誉，有评论指出：“在奥尼尔之前，美国只有剧场；在奥尼尔之后，美国才有戏剧。”
《毛猿》
或出偶然，1922年对于英语现代文学来说是一个神圣的年份。该年出版了三本撼动英语文坛甚至世界文坛的作品，诗歌有艾略特的《荒原》，小说有乔伊斯的《尤利西斯》，而在戏剧方面就是兼有现实主义、表现主义和象征主义的《毛猿》。本剧主人公扬克是一艘远洋轮船上的司炉，以身强力壮赢得同伴的敬畏而自豪。但某次遭到一位旅客的侮辱，于是到处寻找生活地位，可恨四处碰壁，最后只好与动物园的一只大猩猩结交朋友，结果死于其大力拥抱之中。
该剧旨在说明，在冷酷无情的资本主义社会，像扬克这样的工人只能忍受非人的待遇，要想改变这种状况，只会遭到更加悲惨的结局。而进一步看，扬克只是人类的代表，故本剧表明，在非人化的现代社会，人类不可能得到真正的归属感。本剧作于20世纪20年代，正值表现主义戏剧鼎盛时期。剧中使用了各种象征手法，大量运用内心独白、幻象、梦境、音效、面具等主观表现方式，从而对各种人物的潜意识进行挖掘，并将其戏剧化，加之以现实主义笔调，整部剧作更显沉郁，无怪乎奥尼尔被视为美国戏剧的开山之祖。
【剧本选读】
Characters
Yank：the play’s antagonist who works as a Fireman on a Transatlantic Ocean Liner
Mildred Douglas：the frail，impetuous twenty－year－old daughter of the owner of Nazareth Steel
Mildred’s Aunt：a stuffy，fat，middle－aged aristocratic woman who is intensely critical of Mildred’s involvement in social work
Paddy：an old and wise Irishman who works with Yank as a fireman aboard the Ocean Liner
Long：a fireman aboard the Ocean Liner who preaches Marxism
The Secretary：a worker at the I.W.W.office in New York City
Gentleman：a member of the upper class
Second Engineer：the person who escorts Mildred Douglas into the stokehole of the Ocean Liner
The Guard：a worker at the prison where Yank is held after causing the Gentleman to miss his bus
SCENEⅡ
［Two days out.A section of the promenade①deck.MILDRED DOUGLAS and her aunt are discovered reclining in deck chairs.The former is a girl of twenty，slender，delicate，with a pale，pretty face marred by a self－conscious expression of disdainful superiority.She looks fretful，nervous and discontented，bored by her own anemia②Her aunt is a pompous and proud—and fat—old lady.She is a type even to the point of a double chin and lorgnettes.She is dressed pretentiously，as if afraid her face alone would never indicate her position in life.MILDRED is dressed all in white.
The impression to be conveyed by this scene is one of the beautiful，vivid life of the sea all about—sunshine on the deck in a great flood，the fresh sea wind blowing across it.In the midst of this，these two incongruous③，artificial figures，inert and disharmonious，the elder like a gray lump of dough touched up with rouge，the younger looking as if the vitality of her stock had been sapped before she was conceived，so that she is the expression not of its life energy but merely of the artificialities that energy had won for itself in the spending.］
MILDRED：（looking up with affected dreaminess）How the black smoke swirls back against the sky！Is it not beautiful？
AUNT：（without looking up）I dislike smoke of any kind.
MILDRED：My great－grandmother smoked a pipe—a clay pipe.
AUNT：（ruffling）Vulgar！
MILDRED：She was too distant a relative to be vulgar.Time mellows pipes.
AUNT：（pretending boredom but irritated）Did the sociology you took up at college teach you that—to play the ghoul on every possible occasion，excavating old bones？Why not let your great－grandmother rest in her grave？
MILDRED：（dreamily）With her pipe beside her—puffing in Paradise.
AUNT：（with spite）Yes，you are a natural born ghoul.You are even getting to look like one，my dear.
MILDRED：（in a passionless tone）I detest you，Aunt.（Looking at her critically）Do you know what you remind me of？Of a cold pork pudding against a background of linoleum④tablecloth in the kitchen of a—but the possibilities are wearisome.（She closes her eyes.）
AUNT：（with a bitter laugh）Merci for your candor.But since I am and must be your chaperon⑤—in appearance，at least—let us patch up some sort of armed truce.For my part you are quite free to indulge any pose of eccentricity that beguiles you—as long as you observe the amenities—
MILDRED：（drawling）The inanities？
AUNT：（going on as if she hadn’t heard）After exhausting the morbid thrills of social service work on New York’s East Side—how they must have hated you，by the way，the poor that you made so much poorer in their own eyes！—you are now bent on making your slumming international.Well，I hope Whitechapel will provide the needed nerve tonic.Do not ask me to chaperon you there，however.I told your father I would not.I loathe deformity.We will hire an army of detectives and you may investigate everything—they allow you to see.
MILDRED：（protesting with a trace of genuine earnestness）Please do not mock at my attempts to discover how the other half lives.Give me credit for some sort of groping sincerity in that at least.I would like to help them.I would like to be some use in the world.Is it my fault I don’t know how？I would like to be sincere，to touch life somewhere.（With weary bitterness）But I’m afraid I have neither the vitality nor integrity.All that was burnt out in our stock before I was born.Grandfather’s blast furnaces，flaming to the sky，melting steel，making millions—then father keeping those home fires burning，making more millions—and little me at the tail－end of it all.I’m a waste product in the Bessemer process—like the millions.Or rather，I inherit the acquired trait of the by－product，wealth，but none of the energy，none of the strength of the steel that made it.I am sired by gold and darned by it，as they say at the race track—damned in more ways than one.（She laughs mirthlessly.）
AUNT：（unimpressed—superciliously）You seem to be going in for sincerity today.It isn’t becoming to you，really—except as an obvious pose.Be as artificial as you are，I advise.There’s a sort of sincerity in that，you know.And，after all，you must confess you like that better.
MILDRED：（again affected and bored）Yes，I suppose I do.Pardon me for my outburst.When a leopard complains of its spots，it must sound rather grotesque.（In a mocking tone）Purr，little leopard.Purr，scratch，tear，kill，gorge yourself and be happy—only stay in the jungle where your spots are camouflage.In a cage they make you conspicuous.
AUNT：I don’t know what you are talking about.
MILDRED：It would be rude to talk about anything to you.Let’s just talk.（She looks at her wrist watch）Well，thank goodness，it’s about time for them to come for me.That ought to give me a new thrill，Aunt.
AUNT：（affectedly troubled）You don’t mean to say you’re really going？The dirt—the heat must be frightful—
MILDRED：Grandfather started as a puddler.I should have inherited an immunity to the heat that would make a salamander shiver.It will be fun to put it to the test.
AUNT：But don’t you have to have the captain’s—or someone’s—permission to visit the stokehole⑥？
MILDRED：（with a triumphant smile）I have it—both his and the chief engineer’s.Oh，they didn’t want to at first，in spite of my social service credentials.They didn’t seem a bit anxious that I should investigate how the other half lives and works on a ship.So I had to tell them that my father，the president of Nazareth Steel，chairman of the board of directors of this line，had told me it would be all right.
AUNT：He didn’t.
MILDRED：How na6ve age makes one！But I said he did，Aunt.I even said he had given me a letter to them—which I had lost.And they were afraid to take the chance that I might be lying.（Excitedly）So it’s ho！for the stokehole.The second engineer is to escort me.（Looking at her watch again）It’s time.And here he comes，I think.（The SECOND ENGINEER enters.He is a husky，fine－looking man of thirty－five or so.He stops before the two and tips his cap，visibly embarrassed and ill－at－ease.）
SECOND ENGINEER：Miss Douglas？
MILDRED：Yes.（Throwing off her rugs and getting to her feet）Are we all ready to start？
SECOND ENGINEER：In just a second，ma’am.I’m waiting for the Fourth.He’s coming along.
MILDRED：（with a scornful smile）You don’t care to shoulder this responsibility alone，is that it？
SECOND ENGINEER：（forcing a smile）Two are better than one.（Disturbed by her eyes，glances out to sea—blurts out）A fine day we’re having.
MILDRED：Is it？
SECOND ENGINEER：A nice warm breeze—
MILDRED：It feels cold to me.
SECOND ENGINEER：But it’s hot enough in the sun—
MILDRED：Not hot enough for me.I don’t like Nature.I was never athletic⑦.
SECOND ENGINEER：（forcing a smile）Well，you’ll find it hot enough where you’re going.
MILDRED：Do you mean hell？
SECOND ENGINEER：（flabbergasted，decides to laugh）Ho－ho！No，I mean the stokehole.
MILDRED：My grandfather was a puddler.He played with boiling steel.
SECOND ENGINEER：（all at sea—uneasily）Is that so？Hum，you’ll excuse me，ma’am，but are you intending to wear that dress？
MILDRED：Why not？
SECOND ENGINEER：You’ll likely rub against oil and dirt.It can’t be helped.
MILDRED：It doesn’t matter.I have lots of white dresses.
SECOND ENGINEER：I have an old coat you might throw over—
MILDRED：I have fifty dresses like this.I will throw this one into the sea when I come back.
That ought to wash it clean，don’t you think？
SECOND ENGINEER：（doggedly）There’s ladders to climb down that are none too clean—and dark alleyways—
MILDRED：I will wear this very dress and none other.
SECOND ENGINEER：No offense meant.It’s none of my business.I was only warning you—
MILDRED：Warning？That sounds thrilling.
SECOND ENGINEER：（looking down the deck—with a sigh of relief）—There’s the Fourth now.He’s waiting for us.If you’ll come—
MILDRED：Go on.I’ll follow you.（He goes.MILDRED turns a mocking smile on her aunt）An oaf—but a handsome，virile oaf.
AUNT：（scornfully）Poser！
MILDRED：Take care.He said there were dark alleyways—
AUNT：（in the same tone）Poser！
MILDRED：（biting her lips angrily）You are right.But would that my millions were not so anemically chaste⑧！
AUNT：Yes，for a fresh pose I have no doubt you would drag the name of Douglas in the gutter⑨！
MILDRED：From which it sprang.Good－by，Aunt.Don’t pray too hard that I may fall into the fiery furnace.
AUNT：Poser！
MILDRED：（viciously）Old hag！（She slaps her aunt insultingly across the face and walks off，laughing gaily）.
AUNT：（screams after her）I said poser！
CURTAIN
SCENEⅢ
［The stokehole.In the rear，the dimly－outlined bulks of the furnaces and boilers.High overhead one hanging electric bulb sheds just enough light through the murky air laden with coal dust to pile up masses of shadows everywhere.A line of men，stripped to the waist，is before the furnace doors.They bend over，looking neither to right nor left，handling their shovels as if they were part of their bodies，with a strange，awkward，swinging rhythm.They use the shovels to throw open the furnace doors.Then from these fiery round holes in the black a flood of terrific light and heat pours full upon the men who are outlined in silhouette in the crouching，inhuman attitudes of chained gorillas.The men shovel with a rhythmic motion，swinging as on a pivot from the coal which lies in heaps on the floor behind to hurl it into the flaming mouths before them.There is a tumult of noise—the brazen clang of the furnace doors as they are flung open or slammed shut，the grating，teeth－gritting grind of steel against steel，of crunching coal.This clash of sounds stuns one’s ears with its rending dissonance.But there is order in it，rhythm，a mechanical regulated recurrence，a tempo⑩.And rising above all，making the air hum with the quiver of liberated energy，the roar of leaping flames in the furnaces，the monotonous throbbing beat of the engines.
As the curtain rises，the furnace doors are shut.The men are taking a breathing spell.One or two are arranging the coal behind them，pulling it into more accessible heaps.The others can be dimly made out leaning on their shovels in relaxed attitudes of exhaustion.］
PADDY：（from somewhere in the line—plaintively）Yerra，will this divil’s own watch nivir end？Me back is broke.I’m destroyed entirely.
YANK：（from the center of the line—with exuberant scorn）Aw，yuh make me sick！Lie down and croak，why don’t yuh？Always beefin’，dat’s you！Say，dis is a cinch
！Dis was made for me！It’s my meat，get me！（A whistle is blown—a thin，shrill note from somewhere overhead in the darkness.YANK curses without resentment）Dere’s de damn engineer crackin’de whip.He tinks we’re loafin’.
PADDY：（vindictively）God stiffen him！
YANK：（in an exultant tone of command）Come on，youse guys！Git into de game！She’s gittin’hungry！Pile some grub
in her！Trow it into her belly！Come on now，all of youse！Open her up！（At this last all the men，who have followed his movements of getting into position，throw open their furnace doors with a deafening clang.The fiery light floods over their shoulders as they bend round for the coal.Rivulets of sooty sweat have traced maps on their backs.The enlarged muscles form bunches of high light and shadow.）
YANK：（chanting a count as he shovels without seeming effort）One—two—tree—（His voice rising exultantly in the joy of battle）Dat’s de stuff！Let her have it！All togedder now！Sling it into her！Let her ride！Shoot de piece now！Call de toin on her！Drive her into it！Feel her move！Watch her smoke！Speed，dat’s her middle name！Give her coal，youse guys！Coal，dat’s her booze！Drink it up，baby！Let’s see yuh sprint！Dig in and gain a lap！Dere she go－o－es.（This last in the chanting formula of the gallery gods at the six－day bike race.He slams his furnace door shut.The others do likewise with as much unison as their wearied bodies will permit.The effect is of one fiery eye after another being blotted out with a series of accompanying bangs.）
PADDY：（groaning）Me back is broke.I’m bate out—bate—（There is a pause.Then the inexorable whistle sounds again from the dim regions above the electric light.There is agrowl of cursing rage from all sides.）
YANK：（shaking his fist upward—contemptuously）Take it easy dere，you！Who d’yuh tink’s runnin’dis game，me or you？When I git ready，we move.Not before！When I git ready，get me！
VOICES：（approvingly）
That’s the stuff！
Yank tal him，py golly！
Yank ain’t afeerd.
Goot poy，Yank！
Give him hell！
Tell‘im’e’s a bloody swine！
Bloody slave－driver！
YANK：（contemptuously）He ain’t got no noive.He’s yellow，get me？All de engineers is yellow.Dey got streaks
a mile wide.Aw，to hell wit him！Let’s move，youse guys.We had a rest.Come on，she needs it！Give her pep
！It ain’t for him.Him and his whistle，dey don’t belong.But we belong，see！We gotter feed de baby！Come on！（He turns and flings his furnace door open.They all follow his lead.At this instant the SECOND and FOURTH ENGINEERS enter from the darkness on the left with MILDRED between them.She starts，turns paler，her pose is crumbling，she shivers with fright in spite of the blazing heat，but forces herself to leave the ENGINEERS and take a few steps nearer the men.She is right behind YANK.All this happens quickly while the men have their backs turned.）
YANK：Come on，youse guys！（He is turning to get coal when the whistle sounds again in a peremptory
，irritating note.This drives YANK into a sudden fury.While the other men have turned full around and stopped dumfounded
by the spectacle of MILDRED standing there in her white dress，YANK does not turn far enough to see her.Besides，his head is thrown back，he blinks upward through the murk trying to find the owner of the whistle，he brandishes his shovel murderously over his head in one hand，pounding on his chest，gorilla－like，with the other，shouting）Toin off dat whistle！Come down outa dere，yuh yellow，brass－buttoned，Belfast bum，yuh！Come down and I’ll knock yer brains out！Yuh lousy，stinkin’，yellow mut of a Catholicmoiderin’bastard！Come down and I’ll moider yuh！Pullin’dat whistle on me，huh？I’ll show yuh！I’ll crash yer skull in！I’ll drive yer teet’down yer troat！I’ll slam yer nose trou de back of yer head！I’ll cut yer guts out for a nickel，yuh lousy boob，yuh dirty，crummy，muck－eatin’son of a—（Suddenly he becomes conscious of all the other men staring at something directly behind his back.He whirls defensively with a snarling，murderous growl，crouching to spring，his lips drawn back over his teeth，his small eyes gleaming ferociously.He sees MILDRED，like a white apparition in the full light from the open furnace doors.He glares into her eyes，turned to stone.As for her，during his speech she had listened，paralyzed with horror，terror，her whole personality crushed，beaten in，collapsed，by the terrific impact of this unknown，abysmal brutality，naked and shameless.As she looks at his gorilla face，as his eyes bore into hers，she utters a low，choking cry and shrinks away from him，putting both hands up before her eyes to shut out the sight of his face，to protect her own.This startles YANK to a reaction.His mouth falls open，his eyes grow bewildered.）
MILDRED：（about to faint—to the ENGINEERS，who now have her one by each arm—whimperingly）Take me away！Oh，the filthy beast！（She faints.They carry her quickly back，disappearing in the darkness at the left，rear.An iron door clangs shut.Rage and bewildered fury rush back on YANK.He feels himself insulted in some unknown fashion in the very heart of his pride.）YANK：（he roars）God damn yuh！（And hurls his shovel after them at the door which has just closed.It hits the steel bulkhead with a clang and falls clattering on the steel floor.From overhead the whistle sounds again in a long，angry，insistent command.）
SCENEⅣ
［The firemen’s forecastle.YANK’s watch has just come off duty and had dinner.Their faces and bodies shine from a soap－and－water scrubbing but around their eyes，where a hasty dousing does not touch，the coal dust sticks like black make－up，giving them a queer，sinister expression.YANK has not washed either face or body.He stands out in contrast to them，a blackened，brooding figure.He is seated forward on a bench in the exact attitude of Rodin’s“The Thinker.”The others，most of them smoking pipes，are staring at YANK half－apprehensively，as if fearing an outburst；half－amusedly，as if they saw a joke somewhere that tickled them.］
VOICES：
He ain’t ate nothin’.
Py golly，a fallar gat to gat grub in him.
Divil a lie.
Yank feeda da fire，no feeda da face.
Ha－ha.
He ain’t even washed hisself.
He’s forgot.
Hey，Yank，you forgot to wash.
YANK：（sullenly）Forgot nothin’！To hell wit washin’.
VOICES：
It’ll stick to you.
It’ll get under your skin.
Give yer the bleedin’itch，that’s wot.
It makes spots on you—like a leopard.
Like a piebald
nigger，you mean.
Better wash up，Yank.
You sleep better.
Wash up，Yank.
Wash up！Wash up！
YANK：（resentfully）Aw say，youse guys.Lemme alone.Can’t youse see I’m tryin’to tink？
ALL：（repeating the word after him as one with cynical mockery）Think！（The word has a brazen
，metallic quality as if their throats were phonograph horns.It is followed by a chorus of hard，barking laughter.）
YANK：（springing to his feet and glaring at them belligerently
）Yes，tink！Tink，dat’s what I said！What about it？（They are silent，puzzled by his sudden resentment at what used to be one of his jokes.YANK sits down again in the same attitude of“The Thinker”.）
VOICES：Leave him alone.
He’s got a grouch on.
Why wouldn’t he？
PADDY：（with a wink at the others）Sure I know what’s the matther.‘Tis aisy to see.He’s fallen in love，I’m telling you.
ALL：（repeating the word after him as one with cynical mockery）Love！（The word has a brazen，metallic quality as if their throats were phonograph horns.It is followed by a chorus of hard，barking laughter.）
YANK：（with a contemptuous snort）Love，hell！Hate，dat’s what.I’ve fallen in hate，get me？
PADDY：（philosophically）‘Twould take a wise man to tell one from the other.（With a bitter，ironical scorn，increasing as he goes on）But I’m telling you it’s love that’s in it.Sure what else but love for us poor bastes in the stokehole would be bringing a fine lady，dressed like a white quane，down a mile of ladders and steps to be havin’a look at us？（A growl of anger goes up from all sides.）
LONG：（jumping on a bench—hecticlly）Hinsultin’us！Hinsultin’us，the bloody cow！And them bloody engineers！What right’as they got to be exhibitin’us’s if we was bleedin’monkeys in a menagerie
？Did we sign for hinsults to our dignity as’onest workers？Is that in the ship’s articles？You kin bloody well bet it ain’t！But I knows why they done it.I arsked a deck steward’o she was and’e told me.’Er old man’s a bleedin’millionaire，a bloody Capitalist！’E’s got enuf bloody gold to sink this bleedin’ship！’E makes arf the bloody steel in the world！’E owns this bloody boat！And you and me，Comrades，we’re’is slaves！And the skipper and mates and engineers，they’re’is slaves！And she’s’is bloody daughter and we’re all’er slaves too！And she gives’er orders as’ow she wants to see the bloody animals below decks and down they takes’er！（There is a roar of rage from all sides.）
YANK：（blinking at him bewilderedly）Say！Wait a moment！Is all dat straight goods？
LONG：Straight as string！The bleedin’steward as waits on’em，’e told me about’er.And what’re we goin’ter do，I arsks yer？’Ave we got ter swaller’er hinsults like dogs？It ain’t in the ship’s articles.I tell yer we got a case.We kin go ter law—
YANK：（with abysmal contempt）Hell！Law！
ALL：（repeating the word after him as one with cynical mockery）Law！（The word has a brazen metallic quality as if their throats were phonograph horns.It is followed by a chorus of hard，barking laughter.）
LONG：（feeling the ground slipping from under his feet—desperately）As voters and citizens we kin force the bloody governments—
YANK：（with abysmal contempt）Hell！Governments！
ALL：（repeating the word after him as one with cynical mockery）Governments！（The word has a brazen metallic quality as if their throats were phonograph horns.It is followed by a chorus of hard，barking laughter.）
LONG：（hysterically）We’re free and equal in the sight of God—
YANK：（with abysmal
contempt）Hell！God！
ALL：（repeating the word after him as one with cynical mockery）God！（The word has a brazen metallic quality as if their throats were phonograph horns.It is followed by a chorus of hard，barking laughter.）
YANK：（witheringly）Aw，join de Salvation Army！
ALL：Sit down！Shut up！Damn fool！Sea－lawyer！（LONG slinks back out of sight.）
PADDY：（continuing the trend of his thoughts as if he had never been interrupted—bitterly）And there she was standing behind us，and the Second pointing at us like a man you’d hear in a circus would be saying：In this cage is a queerer kind of baboon than ever you’d find in darkest Africy.We roast them in their own sweat—and be damned if you won’t heart some of thim saying they like it！（He glances scornfully at YANK.）
YANK：（with a bewildered uncertain growl）Aw！
PADDY：And there was Yank roarin’curses and turning round wid his shovel to brain her—and she looked at him，and him at her—
YANK：（slowly）She was all white.I tought she was a ghost.Sure.
PADDY：（with heavy，biting sarcasm）‘Twas love at first sight，divil a doubt of it！If you’d seen the endearin’look on her pale mug when she shriveled away with her hands over her eyes to shut out the sight of him！Sure，’twas as if she’d seen a great hairy ape escaped from the Zoo！
YANK：（stung—with a growl of rage）Aw！
PADDY：And the loving way Yank heaved his shovel at the skull of her，only she was out the door！（A grin breaking over his face）’Twas touching，I’m telling you！It put the touch of home，swate home in the stokehole.（There is a roar of laughter from all.）
YANK：（glaring at PADDY menacingly）Aw，choke dat off，see！
PADDY：（not heeding him—to the others）And her grabbin’at the Second’s arm for protection.（With a grotesque imitation of a woman’s voice）Kiss me，Engineer dear，for it’s dark down here and me old man’s in Wall Street making money！Hug me tight，darlin’，for I’m afeerd in the dark and me mother’s on deck makin’eyes at the skipper！（Another roar of laughter.）
YANK：（threateningly）Say！What yuh tryin’to do，kid me，yuh old Harp？
PADDY：Divil a bit！Ain’t I wishin’myself you’d brained her？
YANK：（fiercely）I’ll brain her！I’ll brain her yet，wait‘n’see！（Coming over to PADDY—slowly）Say，is dat what she called me—a hairy ape？
PADDY：She looked it at you if she didn’t say the word itself.
YANK：（grinning horribly）Hairy ape，huh？Sure！Dat’s de way she looked at me，aw right.Hairy ape！So dat’s me，huh？（Bursting into rage—as if she were still in front of him）Yuh skinny tart！Yuh white－faced bum，yuh！I’ll show yuh who’s a ape！（Turning to the others，bewilderment seizing him again）Say，youse guys.I was bawlin’him out for pullin’de whistle on us.You heard me.And den I seen youse lookin’at somep’n and I tought he’d sneaked down to come up in back of me，and I hopped round to knock him dead wit de shovel.And dere she was wit de light on her！Christ，yuh coulda pushed me over with a finger！I was scared，get me？Sure！I tought she was a ghost，see？She was all in white like dey wrap around stiffs.You seen her.Kin yuh blame me？She didn’t belong，dat’s what.And den when I come to and seen it was a real skoit and seen de way she was lookin’at me—like Paddy said—Christ，I was sore，get me？I don’t stand for dat stuff from nobody.And I flung de shovel—on’y she’d beat it.（Furiously）I wished it’d banged her！I wished it’d knocked her block off！
LONG：And be’anged for murder or‘lectrocuted？She ain’t bleedin’well worth it.
YANK：I don’t give a damn what！I’d be square wit her，wouldn’t I？Tink I wanter let her put somep’n over on me？Tink I’m goin’to let her git away wit dat stuff？Yuh don’t know me！No one ain’t never put nothin’over on me and got away wit it，see？—not dat kind of stuff—no guy and no skoit neither！I’ll fix her！Maybe she’ll come down again—
VOICE：No chance，Yank.You scared her out of a year’s growth.
YANK：I scared her？Why de hell should I scare her？Who de hell is she？Ain’t she de same as me？Hairy ape，huh？（With his old confident bravado）I’ll show her I’m better’n her，if she on’y knew it.I belong and she don’t，see！I move and she’s dead！Twentyfive knots a hour，dat’s me！Dat carries her but I make dat.She’s on’y baggage.Sure！（Again bewilderedly）But，Christ，she was funny lookin’！Did yuh pipe her hands？White and skinny.Yuh could see de bones through’em.And her mush，dat was dead white，too.And her eyes，dey was like dey’d seen a ghost.Me，dat was！Sure！Hairy ape！Ghost，huh？Look at dat arm！（He extends his right arm，swelling out the great muscles）I coulda too her wit dat，wit just my little finger even，and broke her in two.（Again bewilderedly）Say，who is dat skoit，huh？What is she？What’s she come from？Who made her？Who give her de noive to look at me like dat？Dis ting’s got my goat right.I don’t get her.She’s new to me.What does a skoit like her mean，huh？She don’t belong，get me！I can’t see her.（With growing anger）But one ting I’m wise to，aw right，aw right！Youse all kin bet your shoits I’ll git even wit her.I’ll show her if she tinks she—She grinds de organ and I’m on de string，huh？I’ll fix her！Let her come down again and I’ll fling her in de furnace！She’ll move den！She won’t shiver at nothin’，den！Speed，dat’ll be her！She’ll belong den！（He grins horribly.）
PADDY：She’ll never come.She’s had her belly－full，I’m telling you.She’ll be in bed now，I’m thinking，wid ten doctors and nurses feedin’her salts to clean the fear out of her.
YANK：（enraged）Yuh tink I made her sick，too，do yuh？Just lookin’at me，huh？Hairy ape，huh？（In a frenzy of rage）I’ll fix her！I’ll tell her where to git off！She’ll git down on her knees and take it back or I’ll bust de face offen her！（Shaking one fist upward and beating on his chest with the other）I’ll find yuh！I’m comin’，d’yuh hear？I’ll fix yuh，God damn yuh！（He makes a rush for the door.）
VOICES：
Stop him！
He’ll get shot！
He’ll murder her！
Trip him up！
Hold him！
He’s gone crazy！
Gott，he’s strong！
Hold him down！
Look out for a kick！
Pin his arms！
（They have piled on him and，after a fierce struggle，by sheer weight of numbers have borne him to the floor just inside the door.）
PADDY：（who has remained detached）Kape him down till he’s cooled off.（Scornfully）
Yerra，Yank，you’re a great fool.Is it payin’attention at all you are to the like of that skinny sow widout one drop of rale blood in her？
YANK：（frenziedly
，from the bottom of the heap）She done me doit！She done me doit，didn’t she？I’ll git square wit her！I’ll get her some way！Git offen me，youse guys！Lemme up！I’ll show her who’s a ape！
CURTAIN
【注释】
①promenade：take a leisurely walk
②anemia：a deficiency of red blood cells
③incongruous：lacking in harmony or compatibility or appropriateness
④linoleum：a floor covering
⑤chaperon：one who accompanies and supervises a young woman or gatherings of young people
⑥stokehole：（nautical）chamber or compartment in which the furnaces of a ship are stoked or fired
⑦athletic：vigorously active
⑧chaste：morally pure
⑨gutter：a channel along the eaves or on the roof；collects and carries away rainwater
⑩tempo：the rate of some repeating event
cinch：any undertaking that is easy to do
grub：informal terms for a meal
streak：move quickly in a straight line
pep：liveliness and energy
peremptory：offensively self－assured or given to exercising usually unwarranted power
dumfounded：speechless
piebald：having sections or patches colored differently and usually brightly
brazen：made of or resembling brass（as in color or hardness）
belligerently：in a belligerent hostile manner
menagerie：a collection of live animals for study or display
abysmal：extremely bad or of a very low standard
frenziedly：in an uncontrollable manner
【讨论题】
1.How does O’Neill use voices and nameless characters in the play？
2.How do these“voices”comment on the text？How do symbols function within The Hairy Ape？Why do you think O’Neill chose to use such heavy symbolism in the text？How do they work thematically？
3.Why does O’Neill choose to place Yank in the position of Rodin’s“The Thinker”？How does this comment on the life of the industrial worker and Yank’s capability for thought？