AT THE
THEATRE
The Green family and there guest, Mr.
Campion. Have just arrived at the entrance of a famous West-End theatre Mr.
Green has left his car in a car-park just round the corner. Mr. Campion has not
bought the tickets after all, as it was decided after a friendly argument that
Mr. Green would play.
Mr. Green.- I thought we should never get
here, the traffic jams get worse and worse every years. I must ask all
of you to wait here a minute ; but I have to collect the tickets at the box
office.
Mrs. Green.- Stay with me, children, otherwise you will get lost in the crowd.
Mrs. Green.- Stay with me, children, otherwise you will get lost in the crowd.
(Mr. Green returns after a few
minutes)
Mr. Green.- Well, here we are. Is it any use buying a
programme ? after all, we know the names of everyone in the cast.
Mr. Campion.- I think I shall get one for myself as a souvenir of our evening out.
Mr. Green.- Splendid. I hate the front row of the stalls. I always get a stiff neck. The upper circle is too high for my liking and one gets such a poor view of the stage from the boxes. Where do you generally sit, Mr. Campion?
Mr. Campion.- Well, I have rather peculiar tastes. I am very keen on symphonic music, and for this I prefer to sit us high as possible, in the gallery ; it is the best part of a theatre if you want to hear all the instrument of a large orchestra.
Mr. Green.- The gallery makes me feel giddy, and the people there are always eating sweets, or sucking oranges.
Mr. Campion.- Ah, that is the price we must pay when we sit with the gods!
Jill.- (whispering in her mother’s ear) What does he mean, Mummy?
(No answer is given because they have arrived in the auditorium where an usherette examines their tickets and shepherds them to their seats.)
Mrs. Green.- (to her husband) You had better sit between the children and then there will be fewer complications and squabbles.
Mr. Green.- You hope.
Peter.- What is that curtain coming down in front of the red velvet one?
Mr. Campion.- The safety curtain. It separates the auditorium from the stage in case of fire, and it has to be lowered and raised at every performance to ensure that it is in good working order.
Mrs. Green.- (To Mr. Campion) The orchestra pit is empty, I am afraid you will have no music.
(Their conversation is cut short by the raising of the curtain. On this particular night, the curtain-raiser is a blood-curdling one-act play called “ A Night at an Inn “.
Mrs. Green feels annoyed with herself at having forgotten this item on the programme, because it is horrible enough to give the children a nightmare. She consoles herself, however, with the thought that the gaiety of wilde’s comedy will probably efface any bad impression left on the children’s minds. At the second interval, the following conversation takes place) :
Mr. Green.- Phew! it is pretty hot here, isn’t it?
Mrs. Green.- I suppose that means you need a drink for moral support. Well, you can leave me here with Peter and Jill, and we shall be perfectly happy as long as you have ices sent to us.
Mr. Campion.- Are you sure you don’t mind being left?
Mrs. Green.- Not in least. I am used to it ! Now run along both of you.
(The two gentlemen go out)
Mr. Green.- What do you think of the acting ?
Mr. Campion.- First class. I am so glad we came.
Mr. Green.- What shall we drink ?
Mr. Campion.- How about whisky and soda ?
Mr. Green.- A good idea. (To the barman) Two double whiskies, please.
Mr. Campion.- Don’t forget the ices for the family.
Mr. Green.- Thank heaven you reminded me !
(They rejoin the other members of the family when the bell rings for the last act. Finally, the curtain falls for the last time amidst a thunder of applause. All the members of the cast are repeatedly obliged to take curtain-calls and bouquets are handed to the actresses over the foot-lights. It is difficult to get out of the crowded theatre.)
Mr. Green.- What is the programme now : to eat out or go home ?
Jill.- I hate going home. I want to see all the lights in Piccadilly.
Mrs. Green.- (without enthusiasm) There is something cold to eat at home if you like.
Peter.- Cold beef ! Ugh !
Mr. Campion.- I know what we can do. There are continental restaurants in Soho, and it would be amusing for the children to explore the mysteries of hors-d’oeuvre and real French omelettes ; at the some time it will give me the chance of using up some of my English currency before returning to France.
Mr. Green.- Very good. We shan’t say no !
Mr. Campion.- I think I shall get one for myself as a souvenir of our evening out.
Mr. Green.- Splendid. I hate the front row of the stalls. I always get a stiff neck. The upper circle is too high for my liking and one gets such a poor view of the stage from the boxes. Where do you generally sit, Mr. Campion?
Mr. Campion.- Well, I have rather peculiar tastes. I am very keen on symphonic music, and for this I prefer to sit us high as possible, in the gallery ; it is the best part of a theatre if you want to hear all the instrument of a large orchestra.
Mr. Green.- The gallery makes me feel giddy, and the people there are always eating sweets, or sucking oranges.
Mr. Campion.- Ah, that is the price we must pay when we sit with the gods!
Jill.- (whispering in her mother’s ear) What does he mean, Mummy?
(No answer is given because they have arrived in the auditorium where an usherette examines their tickets and shepherds them to their seats.)
Mrs. Green.- (to her husband) You had better sit between the children and then there will be fewer complications and squabbles.
Mr. Green.- You hope.
Peter.- What is that curtain coming down in front of the red velvet one?
Mr. Campion.- The safety curtain. It separates the auditorium from the stage in case of fire, and it has to be lowered and raised at every performance to ensure that it is in good working order.
Mrs. Green.- (To Mr. Campion) The orchestra pit is empty, I am afraid you will have no music.
(Their conversation is cut short by the raising of the curtain. On this particular night, the curtain-raiser is a blood-curdling one-act play called “ A Night at an Inn “.
Mrs. Green feels annoyed with herself at having forgotten this item on the programme, because it is horrible enough to give the children a nightmare. She consoles herself, however, with the thought that the gaiety of wilde’s comedy will probably efface any bad impression left on the children’s minds. At the second interval, the following conversation takes place) :
Mr. Green.- Phew! it is pretty hot here, isn’t it?
Mrs. Green.- I suppose that means you need a drink for moral support. Well, you can leave me here with Peter and Jill, and we shall be perfectly happy as long as you have ices sent to us.
Mr. Campion.- Are you sure you don’t mind being left?
Mrs. Green.- Not in least. I am used to it ! Now run along both of you.
(The two gentlemen go out)
Mr. Green.- What do you think of the acting ?
Mr. Campion.- First class. I am so glad we came.
Mr. Green.- What shall we drink ?
Mr. Campion.- How about whisky and soda ?
Mr. Green.- A good idea. (To the barman) Two double whiskies, please.
Mr. Campion.- Don’t forget the ices for the family.
Mr. Green.- Thank heaven you reminded me !
(They rejoin the other members of the family when the bell rings for the last act. Finally, the curtain falls for the last time amidst a thunder of applause. All the members of the cast are repeatedly obliged to take curtain-calls and bouquets are handed to the actresses over the foot-lights. It is difficult to get out of the crowded theatre.)
Mr. Green.- What is the programme now : to eat out or go home ?
Jill.- I hate going home. I want to see all the lights in Piccadilly.
Mrs. Green.- (without enthusiasm) There is something cold to eat at home if you like.
Peter.- Cold beef ! Ugh !
Mr. Campion.- I know what we can do. There are continental restaurants in Soho, and it would be amusing for the children to explore the mysteries of hors-d’oeuvre and real French omelettes ; at the some time it will give me the chance of using up some of my English currency before returning to France.
Mr. Green.- Very good. We shan’t say no !
Terjamahan.
AT THE THEATRE
AT THE THEATRE
Keluarga Hijau dan ada tamu, Pak Campion.
Baru saja tiba di pintu masuk dari West-End Mr terkenal teater Hijau
meninggalkan mobil di tempat parkir-hanya tikungan. Mr Campion belum membeli
tiket setelah semua, karena diputuskan setelah argumen ramah bahwa Mr Hijau
akan bermain.
Mr Green -. Aku pikir kita seharusnya tidak
pernah sampai di sini, kemacetan lalu lintas semakin buruk dan lebih buruk
setiap tahun. Saya harus meminta Anda semua untuk menunggu di sini sebentar,
tapi aku harus mengumpulkan tiket di box office.
Ibu Hijau -. Tinggallah bersamaku, anak-anak,
jika tidak, anda akan tersesat dalam kerumunan.
(Mr
Green kembali setelah beberapa menit)
Mr Green -. Nah, di sini kita. Apakah
penggunaan membeli sebuah program? setelah semua, kita tahu nama-nama dari
semua orang di cor.
Mr
Campion -. Saya pikir saya akan mendapatkan satu untuk diriku sendiri sebagai
suvenir dari malam kami keluar.
Mr Green - Splendid.. Aku benci barisan depan
warung. Saya selalu mendapatkan leher kaku. Lingkaran atas adalah terlalu
tinggi untuk saya sukai dan satu mendapat pandangan yang miskin panggung dari
kotak. Di mana biasanya Anda duduk, Mr Campion?
Mr Campion -. Nah, saya memiliki selera agak
aneh. Saya sangat tertarik pada musik simfonik, dan untuk hal ini saya lebih
memilih untuk duduk kita setinggi mungkin, di galeri, itu adalah bagian terbaik
dari teater jika Anda ingin mendengar semua instrumen orkestra besar.
Mr
Green -. Galeri membuat saya merasa pusing, dan orang di sana selalu makan
permen, atau mengisap jeruk.
Mr
Campion -. Ah, itu adalah harga yang harus dibayar ketika kita duduk dengan
para dewa!
Jill
-. (Berbisik di telinga ibunya) Apa maksudnya, Mummy?
(Tidak ada jawaban
yang diberikan karena mereka telah tiba di auditorium di mana penunjuk jalan
meneliti tiket mereka dan gembala mereka ke tempat duduk mereka.)
Ibu
Hijau -. (Kepada suaminya) Anda sebaiknya duduk di antara anak-anak dan
kemudian akan ada komplikasi lebih sedikit dan pertengkaran.
Mr Green
-. Anda berharap.
Peter - Apa itu
tirai turun di depan satu beludru merah.?
Mr Campion -
Tirai keselamatan.. Ini memisahkan auditorium dari panggung dalam kasus
kebakaran, dan itu harus diturunkan dan dibesarkan di setiap pementasan untuk
memastikan bahwa itu adalah dalam rangka kerja yang baik.
Ibu Hijau -. (Untuk
Pak Campion) The orkestra kosong, saya khawatir Anda akan memiliki tidak ada
musik.
(Percakapan
mereka dipotong pendek dengan mengangkat tirai. Pada malam tertentu,
tirai-penggalang adalah darah mengental satu babak bermain yang disebut "A
Night di sebuah penginapan".
Mrs Hijau merasa kesal dengan dirinya sendiri
karena telah lupa item ini pada program, karena cukup mengerikan untuk
memberikan anak-anak mimpi buruk. Dia menghibur dirinya, bagaimanapun, dengan
pemikiran bahwa keceriaan komedi wilde yang mungkin akan menghapusnya setiap
kesan buruk tersisa di benak anak-anak. Pada interval kedua, percakapan berikut
terjadi):
Mr Green -.
Phew! itu sangat panas di sini, bukan?
Ibu Hijau -. Kurasa
itu berarti Anda perlu minum untuk dukungan moral. Nah, Anda dapat meninggalkan
aku di sini dengan Peter dan Jill, dan kami akan sangat senang asalkan Anda
memiliki es dikirimkan kepada kami.
Mr Campion -. Apakah
Anda yakin Anda tidak keberatan ditinggalkan?
Ibu Hijau -. Tidak
dalam sedikit. Aku digunakan untuk itu! Sekarang jalankan bersama Anda berdua.
(Dua
pria pergi keluar)
Mr Green -. Apa pendapat
Anda tentang akting?
Mr Campion - First class.. Saya
sangat senang kami datang.
Mr Green -. Apa yang akan kami
minum?
Mr Campion -. Bagaimana wiski dan
soda?
Mr Green - Ide yang bagus..
(Untuk energik) Dua wiski ganda, silakan.
Mr Campion -. Jangan lupa es
untuk keluarga.
Mr Green -. Syukurlah Anda
mengingatkan saya!
(Mereka
bergabung kembali dengan anggota lain dari keluarga ketika bel berbunyi untuk
babak terakhir. Akhirnya, tirai jatuh untuk terakhir kalinya di tengah-tengah
gemuruh tepuk tangan. Semua anggota pemain berulang kali wajib untuk mengambil
tirai-panggilan dan karangan bunga yang diserahkan kepada aktris atas
kaki-lampu. Sulit untuk keluar dari teater ramai.)
Mr Green - Apa program sekarang:. Untuk
makan di luar atau pulang?
Jill -. Aku benci pulang. Saya ingin
melihat semua lampu di Piccadilly.
Ibu Green - (tanpa antusiasme) Ada
sesuatu yang dingin untuk makan di rumah jika Anda suka..
Peter - daging sapi dingin.! Ugh!
Mr Campion -. Aku tahu apa yang bisa
kita lakukan. Ada restoran benua di Soho, dan itu akan menjadi lucu bagi
anak-anak untuk mengeksplorasi misteri omelettes Perancis hors-d'oeuvre dan
nyata, pada waktu itu akan memberi saya kesempatan untuk menggunakan beberapa
mata uang Inggris saya sebelum kembali ke Prancis.
Mr Green - Sangat baik..
Kami tidak akan mengatakan tidak!
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