【高分】求一篇希腊神话课本剧剧本（英文，要对话形式的）

The Fairest of the Fair
Aphrodite Athena
Hera Paris

Athena: I am so bored. There is nothing to do up here in Mount Olympus.
Hera: Athena My dear, you just have to learn to keep busy.
Athena: You call polishing thunderbolts keeping busy? No thanks.
Hera: Well, I am perfectly happy doing this and occasionally helping out
humans. Why did you know that just the other day I was talking to this nice
man named Orpheus whose wife just died-
Athena: Oh, how sad.
Hera: Yes it was but thanks to my help, he is on his way to the underworld
to retrieve his wife as we speak.
Athena: How did you manage that?
Hera: Being the queen of the gods pays off. All I had to do is pull some
divine strings and (snap) Shazam! back from the dead.
Athena: You owe Hades big time don抰 ya.
Hera: Oh yeah.
Athena :Well hopefully Aphrodite will bring something exciting in the mail.
Hera: Look here she comes.
Aphrodite: Ladies, afternoon mail is here. Let抯 see. Athena another bill
from your helmet polisher and Hera here is all of Zeus抯 mail. I know you
like to sift through it before giving it to him.
Hera: It抯 our little secret right.
Aphrodite: Right. Oh and before I forget. . .
Athena: No! I refuse to sit here and listen to you read your thousands of
love letters.
Aph. I wasn抰 going to do that. No, this is special. Ladies look at
this. . . (She pulls out a golden apple.)
Athena: A golden apple, Oh those are so rare. Hardly anyone comes across
those.
Hera: Not very many people or gods know where they grow.
Athena: I do! (in a teacher voice) The golden apples grow at the western tip
of the word. They are guarded by Atlas抯 three daughters AKA the Nymphs of
the West. Many have said that these three creatures-

Aph.: (cuts off Athena with attitude) 朣o not in the mood for a history
lesson. (Athena gives her a dirty look) Anyway, look at the inscription
(reads) 揊or the fairest of the fair."
Athena: The fairest of the fair?
Aph.: That抯 what the label says.
Hera : Well, Aphrodite that obviously means that it was meant for you.
Athena: Probably.
Aph. (exaggerated modesty) Stop joking. Surely you don抰 suggest I ?why
it抯 too silly for words.
Athena: Save it.
Hera: Really, Aphrodite how could anyone possibly think that it was meant
for me. I mean I抦 older than you.
Aph.: Just because your years older. Doesn抰 mean-
Hera: I said older, not years older. You make me sound ancient.
Athena: But Hera if you refuse the apple then surely you don抰 think that I??
Aph. Oh, yes. The apple must be yours Athena. No one else in Olympus has a
figure like yours
Athena: Yeah but look at Hera抯 velvety skin.
Hera: What about Aphrodite抯 hair?
Aph.: Honestly Hera consider Athena抯 eyes.
Athena: (To Aphrodite) And your perfect nose. (To Hera) And your lovely
mouth.
Aph.: Athena抯 right about your mouth Hera.
Athena: And there is Aphrodite抯 posture-
Hera: And Athena抯 lovely ear lobes-
(Aphrodite raises her hand in silence and gasps.)
Aph. It is obvious that none of us can decide whom this apple belongs to.
Honestly who was the halfwit who thought three women could decide who was
the most beautiful among them.
Hera (Sighs) I suggest that you just throw the silly thing down the hill.
Athena: Or return to sender, Addressee Unknown.
Aph. You both are right That抯 what I抣l do.
Both Athena and Hera: But Aphrodite!
Aph. Yes.
Athena: Well it抯 just that someone must have taken a lot of time to carve
that inscription into the apple. It is solid gold.
Hera: Yeah and don抰 you think that returning it would be rude after all the
work put into it? I抣l tell you what, to make it easy on us all, I will
just take it.
Athena: Hera I couldn抰 allow you to have to burden yourself so I guess I
will have to . .
Aphrodite: I couldn抰 possibly let you both to make that kind of sacrifice.
I抦 the one who picked the silly thing up so I will just have to force
myself to keep it.
Athena: (Sighs) I think we抮e right back where we stared.
Hera: That抯 it!
Athena and Aph.: That抯 what?
Hera: (recites) The one above must go below to find the one in three.
Aph. What-
Athena: She抯 quoting the Oracle of Delphi again.
Hera: What we need is a man. A human man to decide.
Athena: What a great idea Hera!

Hera: Let the first man to walk beneath this spot be the one. I Hera
command it.
Athena: Oh this is so exciting! I wonder who it will be.
Aph. I hope he抯 handsome.
Athena: I hope he抯 intelligent.
Hera: I hope he appreciates older women.
Athena: Behold he comes!
Aph.: Good 憁orrow stranger!
Paris Oh! Hi there. I seem to be lost do you know what this place is?
Hera: What is your name earth person.
Paris: My name I抦 Paris, Paris of Troy. Pleased to meet you I lost my sense
of direction. This isn抰 the way to Troy is it?
Aph.: Paris, we seem to be having some trouble making a decision and we were
wondering if you could help us.
Paris: I抦 always willing to help a pretty lady.
Athena & Hera: Eh-hem?
Paris: Excuse me, pretty ladies. (Flirtatious)
Athena: Do you see this apple?
Paris: Mmmmm Thanks! I haven抰 had lunch yet and I love apples.
Aph. No, no, no. This isn抰 an eating apple. It憇 solid gold.
Paris: Cool! I can get into the Olympics for the rest of my life with the
money from this-
Hera: No, no, no the apple is not for you.
Athena: What we want you to do is give this apple to whichever one you think
is the fairest of the fair.
Paris: The fairest of the fair? But you抮e all good looking.
Hera: Yes but one of us has to be just a teeny-weeny bit prettier
Aph.: Paris can I have a private word with you. (Takes him aside)
Hera: Oh no she didn抰!
Athena: Oh yes she did. (Hera and Athena evesdrop)
Aph.: Obviously, this whole thing is just some sort of a game to us. I mean
none of us really takes it seriously. So here抯 what I抣l do to make your
decision a lot easier. If you give me that apple I will get you a date with
the most beautiful woman in the world- Helen, queen of Sparta.
Paris: Would you really? Do you have her phone number and everything?
Aph.: Trust me Paris, I have connections.
Hera: Paris can I have a word with you. In private. (Glares at Aph. Who
moves over with Athena)
Paris: Of course.
Hera: Now Paris if you give that apple to me I will make you rich.
Paris: Richer than Midas?
Athena: Paris! (Pushes Aph away towards Hera)
Paris: You want to make things easy for me too I bet.
Athena (sad attempt to flirt) Give the apple to me and I will make you a
great warrior
Paris: Would I be able to beat up Achilles. He is always showing off his
muscles.
Athena: When you get through with him he will look like Greek ruin.
Aphrodite: Paris we抮e waiting for your answer.
Athena: Paris ?remember Athena
Hera: Paris- remember Hera
Aph.: Paris remember Helen Queen Helen of Sparta 555-HOTT
Paris: The golden apple is yours Aphrodite!
Aph.: Thanks Paris! (She exits)
Paris: I hope you to ladies aren抰 to disappointed no hard feelings right?
Athena: No. No hard feelings at all.
Hera: Why should we care if you picked Aphrodite. Fair is fair
Athena: As a matter of facts I think that we ought to give Paris a present
too Hera. Just to show that we have no hard feelings
Hera: Good idea, Paris we are going to give you a wonderful present.
Paris: you are what抯 it going to be?
Athena: (looks knowingly at Hera) A Trojan Horse.
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(narrative): Prometheus was a yong Titan, no great admirer of Zeus. Although he knew the great lord of the sky hated explicit questions, he did not hestitae to beard him when there was something he wanted to know.
"O Thunderer, I do not understand your design. You have caused the race of man to appear on earth, but you keep him in ignorance and darkness." said Prometheus.
"Perhaps you had better leave the race of man to me,"said Zeus."What you call ignorance is innocence, what you call darkness is the shadow of my decree. Man is happy now. And he is so framed that he will remain happy unless someone persuades him that he is unhappy. Let us not speak of this again."
But Prometheus said,"Look at him. Look below. He crouches in caves. He is at the mercy of beast and weather. He eats his meat raw. If you mean something by this, enlighten me with your wisdom. Tell me why you refuse to give man the gift of fire."
Zeus answered."Do you now know, Prometheus, that every gift brings by a penalty? That is the way the Fates weave destiny- by which gods must also abide. Man does not have fire, true, nor the crafts which fire teaches. On the other hand, he does not know disease, warfare, old age, or that inward pest called worry. He is happy, I say, happy without dire. And so he shall remain."
"Happy as beasts are happy."said Prometheus."Of what use to make a separate race called man and endow him with little fur, some wit, and curious charm of unpredictability? If he must live like this, why separate him from the beasts at all?"
"He has another quality,"said Zeus,"the capacity for worship. An aptitude for admiring our power, being puzzled by our riddles and amazed by our caprice. That is why he was made."
"Would not fire, and thre graces he can put on with fire, make him more interesting?"
"More interesting, perhaps, but infinitely more dangerous. For there is this in man too: a vaunting pride that needs little sustenance to make it swell to giant size. Improve his lot, and he will forget that which makes him pleasing- his sense of worship, his humility. He will grow bit and poisoned with pride and fancy himself a god, and before we know it, we shall see him storming Olympus. Enough, Prometheus! I have been patient with you, but do not try me too far. Go now and trouble me no more with your speculations."
Narrator: Prometheus was not satisfied. All that night he lay awake making plans. Then he left his couch at dawn and standing tiptoe on Olympus, stretched his arm to the eastern horizon where the first faint flames of the sun were flickering. In his hand he held a reed filled with a dry fiber; he thrust it into the sunrise until a spark smoldered. Then he put the reed in his tunic and came down from the mountain.
At first men were frightened by the gift. It was so hot, so quick; it bit sharply when you touched it, and for pure spite, made the shadow dance. They thanked Prometheus and asked him to take it away. But he took the haunch of a newly killed deer and held it over the fire.
And when the meat began to sear and sputter, filling the cave with its rich smells, the people felt themselves melting with hunger and flung themselves onthe meat and devoured it greedily, burning their tongues.
"This that I have brought you is called 'fire',"Prometheus said."It is an ill-natured spirit, a little brother of the sun, but if you handle it carefully, it can change your whole life. It is very greedy; you must feed it twigs, but only until it becomes a proper size. Then you must stop, or it will eat everything in sight- and you too. If it escapes, use this magic: water. It fears the water spirit, and if you touch it with water, it will fly away until you need it again."
Narrator: Then one day Zeus looked down from the mountain and was amazed. Everything had changed. Man had come out off his cave. Zeus saw woodsmen's huts, farm houses, villages, walled towns, even a castle or two. He saw men cooking their food, carrying torches to light their way at night. He saw forges blazing, men beating out ploughs, keels, swords, spears. They were making ships and making white wings of sails and daring to use the fury of the winds for their journeys. They were wearing helmets, riding out in chariots to do battle, like the god themselve.
Zeus was full of rage. He seized his largest thunderbolt. "So they want fire," he said to himself."I'll give them fire-more than they can use. I'll turn their miserable little ball of earth into a cinder." But then another thought came to him and he lowered his arm. "No, I shall have vengeneace-and entertainment too. Let them destroy themselves with their new skills. This will make a long twisted game, interesting to watch. I'll attend to them later. My first business is with Prometheus."
Narrator: He called his giant guards and had them seize Prometheus, drag him off to the Caucasus, and there bind him to a mountain peak with great chains specially forged by Hephaestus-chains which even a Titan in agony could not break. And when the friend of man was bound to the mountain, Zeus set two vultures to hover about him forever, tearing at his belly and eating his liver.
Many centuries he lay there-until another hero was born brave enough to defy the gods. He climbed to the peak in the Caucasus and struck the shackles from Prometheus and killed the vultures. His name was Heracles

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