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2hours, 40m. Info: An intense, raw and deep revival of Rostand's Cyrano de Bergerac by the Jamie Lloyd Company. Genre: Drama. year: 2020.
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Got my tks, I cannot wait! The National Live Theater !I Saw Hamlet the same way, just phenomenal. From: IMDb: France, 1640: Cyrano, the charismatic swordsman-poet with the absurd nose, hopelessly loves the beauteous Roxane; she, in turn, confesses to Cyrano her love for the handsome but tongue-tied Christian. The chivalrous Cyrano sets up with Christian an innocent deception, with tragic results. Much cut from the play, but dialogue not rewritten. comment Reviews Reviewer: Ffedarko - favorite favorite favorite favorite favorite - June 21, 2017 Subject: Cyrano Personified I have remained fascinated by Jose Ferrer's performance from the first time I saw this movie. His delivery of Rostand's sentiments was so natural in its articulation and emotional content that he didn't seem to be rendering a scripted dialog at all, especially during the duel at the theater. He so deserved his best performance award. The foibles of some of the rest of the cast were lost in the dazzle of the show Ferrer put on, although his brilliance could do nothing to hide the overhead microphone that popped into view during the portion of the duel on stage where Cyrano tossed the vicomte's epee into the air. I'm also surprised that, as something of a swashbuckler, the movie reportedly lost money. PeterHaas June 16, 2012 Correction: U. S. Patents for Garutso Balanced Lenses The previous citation is an IBM invention with a completely different technical purpose from Garutso's. The correct patent references for the Garutso Balanced Lenses, as used in the various films mentioned, are these: U. 2, 550, 685, U. 2, 591, 535 and U. 2, 651, 237. TrekkieMary favorite favorite favorite favorite - March 26, 2012 Very good play Jose Ferrer plays a great Cyrano. The movie stays true to the play for the most part. A must see. I downloaded the MPEG2 and had no problems burning it to DVD so I could view it on TV. The file is huge but the movie is worth it. Hg80 October 11, 2009 Garutso Balanced Lens Technical note regarding "Cyrano de Bergerac" 1950] and the Garutso Balanced Lens. The Garutso Balanced Lens is an insitu camera lens effectively simulating a faux 3D effect by keeping the foreground and background in focus at the same time. "Deputy Marshal" 1949] was the first feature film employing the Garutso Balanced Lens followed by "Apache Chief" 1949. Cyrano de Bergerac" 1950] and "The Wild One" 1953. US patent 5212589 [1953] Abstract: A lens system having discrete variations of focal length at discrete distances of radius outward from the optic axis for focussing light of plural wavelengths. The lens system which directs a laser beam onto a target for ablation or exposure applications includes one set of lens elements to handle short wavelength light used for ablation or exposure applications, and another set of lens elements to handle long wavelength light used for alignment applications. The lens system which provides for the ablation or exposure functions at short wavelength and for through-the-lens alignment at a longer wavelength and higher numerical aperture consists of three elements. Two outer lens elements are made entirely of fused quartz. An inner element disposed between the two outer lens is composed of any material such as optical glass. The inner lens element has a hole ground through its center. " The Garutso Balanced Lens is still being used: Yellow. 2005] and "Bauerfeind" 2009. perception September 4, 2009 Masterful This is the way Cyrano was meant to be performed. The original dialogue and the remarkable performances in this film are simply not to be missed. Watch it now and enjoy. Fabulous. malary March 25, 2009 Marvelous What a film! I usually don't particular like it when a play is put on film, but this was absolutely charming. I love the dialogue, especially the scene at the beginning where Cyrano says things like "Small my nose? Why, magnificent my nose. and such. Jose Ferrar greatly deserved any awards that he got for this role. 'Bravo' to all the cast and crew! Danial August 29, 2007 Jose Ferrar at his best! This has to be in the top 5 best movies found on the Archive. Thanks again, to those who make these great offerings available to us. Antsy August 26, 2007 Much appreciated Obviously a great classic performance of a great play. I was delighted to find it on, as it was an old favourite of mine. The MPEG2 copy here is good, although the contrast is rather poor. I only want to add that I had no problem playing this or any other film downloaded from this site on either the VLC player. or KMPlayer (just search, it can be downloaded from several places. These are both free, and both play almost any media file without the need for additional codecs. I've never had either of them try to uninstall any existing software on my computers nor have they caused any conflicts. If you're having trouble, you might try one or the other. Shadows_Girl Not Really a Review- WAIT, YES IT IS. OK, Jose Ferrer (Mel's dad if you're a big CROSSING JORDAN fan) and, as if that weren't enoigh we get. A FLOURISH OF TRUMPETS! Mala Powers, who died just last June from Leukemia, and who appeared in over 70 movies and television shows during her career. Hard to believe Cyrano was only her fourth. Then William Prince: This actor looks AND sounds a LOT like Lew Ayres which probably didn't help him any in getting film roles. Most of his work, until a couple of years before his death in 1996, was on television. this adaptation of the play. It's the best. OK, you may have and may still see other films or television presentations that give you the WHOLE play but you will NEVER see Cyrano played better than Mr. Ferrar did here. (There's a reason it got him the best actor Oscar for that year- AND a Golden Globe. FIVE STARS FOR CYRANO. NOW: If you have sound but no video (I have observed this problem with several different files) one way to fix this is to install the k-lite codec pack which you can now download from the go HEREk THEN watch your movie in the Windows Classic Media Player that comes with that pack. I did it and sound and picture both work fine. One note about the codec pack. 2 things will happen when you install the first of the two downloads I have put here for you. ONE it will drag you to K-Lite's official webpage to get the update. But you already have the update (I assume you downloaded BOTH files) so just shut their page down with a nod of thanks and go ahead and install the update. The second thing that will happen is that it will try to UNinstall any divx software you may have. Depending on how much storage space and how much RAM you have it is usually safe to keep your old software as well as this. It will try to argue with you but be firm. I have tried it BOTH ways and I have more choice keeping both and no system instability either. But that's up to you I just wanted to give you a head's up. flickfdude May 19, 2007 excellent A very entertaining, emotionally engaging film. The MPEG 1 is a good copy. billbarstad March 13, 2007 Great A very enjoyable telling of the tragic romance. Well produced and directed. Stagy at times. Jose Ferrer is excellent as Cyrano. I downloaded the mpeg1 file. Audio and video are fine. estradam February 27, 2007 only sound plays I downloaded, only sound plays, no moving pictures. What am I doing wrong? surfvh Use Quicktime 7 under Apple's System 10. 39; it never fails I've downloaded somewhere between 300-400 movies off of this site and never had any trouble playing those movies using the above combination of software and burning those movies to DVD using Final Cut Pro. This is despite comments left by other people who seem to be having various odd problems playing and burning those same movies. For instance, I just downloaded and watched the MP4 version of this movie, Cyrano de Bergerac, and had no problems with it. the sound is all there and so is the picture. Try the above setup, it always works perfectly for me. As to my opinion of this movie, it was the best version available until Gerard Depardieu did his in French (worth learning the language if only for that reason. As a side note, I think his version of the Count of Monte Christo (also in French) is also very good. billz favorite - February 12, 2007 can't download I have tried all formats yet my media players won't play this. any suggestions? bearpuf January 12, 2007 Marvelous if I could hear it As of the other day I was able to download the mpg1 file (about 1. 2 gb) and I'm delighted to see and hear it from beginning to end. A nice thrill and a marvelous piece of classic cinema! mmaenner January 2, 2007 Mpeg2 doesn't work for me I just tried the Mpeg2 version and is stops after about 11 minutes. I tried it with 5 different video player programs and it's no go. It's a great movie I hope it gets fixed, but I wouldn't waste my time downloading 4. 4Gig until it does. IAmTheRedDragon A classic! I had the same problem as the previous two posters, having downloaded the MPG file and then the MP4 file, to find that neither had sound after about 15 minutes. I have now downloaded the MPEG2 file and can confirm that it has sound throughout. The only problem I had with it, is that the last minute or 2 seems to be missing - it cuts off abruptly during the last scene and there are no end titles. Don't know if this is just me, or is this copy missing the last minute or so? In any case, this is such a brilliant movie - so well written, and Jose Ferrer's acting in the lead role is superb, really making this wonderful feisty character his own. I saw this film years ago and was so impressed with it, and it's great to see it again. Very recommended. leuchter January 1, 2007 mpeg2 sound works! the download of mpeg2 took me less then 2 hours (with free download manager) the sound works. strange.
@ISHTANI Fantástico! Vemos que te ha gustado de veras la película. la verdad es que es un clásico imperecedero, y a nuestro modo de ver, supera con creces remakes posteriores. Esperamos que te sigan gustando los contenidos de nuestro canal. Muchas gracias por el comentario. Un cordial saludo. Thank you. Listening to them recollecting their childhood is very endearing. Great video.
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Cyrano de Bergerac: in a free adaptation by Martin Crimp Open Preview See a Problem? Wed love your help. Let us know whats wrong with this preview of Cyrano de Bergerac by Martin Crimp. Thanks for telling us about the problem. 30 ratings 5 reviews Start your review of Cyrano de Bergerac: in a free adaptation Martin Andrew Crimp (born 14 February 1956 in Dartford, Kent) is a British playwright. Crimp is sometimes described as a practitioner of the "in-yer-face" school of contemporary British drama, although he rejects the label. He is notable for the astringency of his dialogue, a tone of emotional detachment, a bleak view of human relationships – none of his characters experience love or joy – and Martin Andrew Crimp (born 14 February 1956 in Dartford, Kent) is a British playwright. He is notable for the astringency of his dialogue, a tone of emotional detachment, a bleak view of human relationships – none of his characters experience love or joy – and latterly, a concern for theatrical form and language rather than an interest in narrative... Welcome back. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account.
The fact that James McAvoy had a Scottish accent just dawned on me. Funny I never noticed it before. Could he get any hotter.
Click the stream buttons below to toggle between working/non-working source servers Cyrano de Bergerac Embarrassed by his large nose, a romantic poet/soldier romances his cousin by proxy. Duration: 137 Quality: 4K Release: 1990 IMDb: 7. 5 Comments Leave a Reply You must be logged in to post a comment. You May Also Like 4K Odette Toulemonde Odette Toulemonde 4K Objectively, Odette Toulemonde has nothing to be happy about, but is. Balthazar Balsan has everything to be happy about, but isnt. Odette, awkwardly forty, with a delightful hairdresser son and… 4K The Art of Self-Defense The Art of Self-Defense 4K Casey is attacked at random on the street and enlists in a local dojo led by a charismatic and mysterious Sensei in an effort to learn how to defend himself…. Country: USA 4K East Is East East Is East 4K In 1971 Salford fish-and-chip shop owner George Khan expects his family to follow his strict Pakistani Muslim ways. But his children, with an English mother and having been born and… Country: UK 4K Coffee & Cigarettes Coffee & Cigarettes 4K Inspired by the Jim Jarmusch film of the same name, Coffee & Cigarettes is about a man who anxiously waits for his date while drinking coffee and smoking a cigarette. 4K King of California King of California 4K Charlie gets released from an insane asylum and moves in with Miranda, the young daughter he left behind. Charlie believes that there is treasure hidden beneath the local Costco, so… Country: USA 4K Godard Mon Amour Godard Mon Amour 4K In 1967, during the making of “La Chinoise, ” film director Jean-Luc Godard falls in love with 19-year-old actress Anne Wiazemsky and marries her. 4K Girl Most Likely Girl Most Likely 4K A failed New York playwright stages a suicide in an attempt to win back her ex, only to wind up in the custody of her gambling-addict mother. Country: USA 4K Ex Drummer Ex Drummer 4K Three handicapped losers who form a band ask famous writer Dries to be their drummer. He joins the band and starts manipulating them. 4K The Jackpot! The Jackpot! 4K To his family, François Voisin is nothing more than a humdrum civil servant. In truth, for the past twenty years he has been working as a secret agent. All goes… 4K No Blood, No Surrender No Blood, No Surrender 4K After the war, Sgt Samson is to deliver a letter to the wife of a friend who died in the war. Shortly after he arrives in Santo Sepulco he is… 4K Say It Isnt So Say It Isnt So 4K Boy meets girl; boy falls in love (and had wild, non-stop sex) with girl; boy loses girl… when they discover they are brother and sister! But when he learns that… Country: USA.
IMDb Puanı 7. 5 Yapım Yılı 1990 Ülke Fransa Yapım Şirketi Orion Home Video Film Süresi 137 dakika 8. 0 Oy ortalaması: 8. 0 /10 - 8 kullanıcı Senaryo Edmond Rostand, Jean-Paul Rappeneau, Jean-Claude Carrière Ödüller 1 Oscar Kazandı. Diğer 30 ödül & 28 adaylık. Cyrano de Bergerac hem kılıcının gücüyle hemde şairsel yönüyle de tanınmış ünlü bir silahşördür. Fakat kadınlarının kalbinde taht kuran beyaz atlı prens olmakla arasında büyük bir engel vardır, sıra dışı büyüklükte bir burun. Cyrano de Bergerac sırf burnundaki irilik sebebiyle hayallarini süsleyen Roxane'a duyduğu aşkı dile getirmemektedir. Roxane, Cyrano de Bergerac'ın emrindeki Christian'ın da hayallerini süslemektedir fakat aşkını ifade edecek kelimeleri dile getiremediği için suskun kalmaktadır. Kendi aşkına karşılık bulamayacağını düşünen Cyrano de Bergerac Christianın yerine şiirler mısralar yazmaya başlamıştır, Roxanne ise aslında Christiana değil o mısraların sahibi Cyrano de Bergerac'a tutulmaktadır. Bu büyüleyici eser, Cyrano de Bergerac altyazılı izle meniz için sizlerle... Resimler 2.
NT Live: Cyrano de Bergerac 10 February 2020 Cyrano de Bergerac kicks off a new season of National Theatre Live screenings at Loughborough University. The screening will take place on 20 February at 7pm at the Cope Auditorium. James McAvoy, known for his roles in films such as X-Men and Atonement, stars in this new adaptation, which will be broadcast live from Londons West End. Edmond Rostands original play has been adapted for this production by Martin Crimp and is directed by Jamie Lloyd. Martin has brought the classic play to life with linguistic ingenuity to celebrate the central characters powerful and resonant resistance against overwhelming odds. Cyrano de Bergerac is a man who is fierce with a pen and notorious in combat. He appears to have it all except for the heart of his true love, Roxane. The only problem is his nose; it is as huge as his heart. Will society and its narcissism get the better of Cyrano, or will he win Roxanes heart with his mastery of language? The Metro gave this production five stars, calling McAvoy “spellbinding” and the Evening Standard described it “the most breathtakingly exciting show in London right now. ” Tickets are 10 or 5 for students and are available online or on the door. Card payments can now be taken on the door and the Cope Auditorium has free parking. National Theatre Live screenings are brought to you by LU Arts and Flix Student Run Cinema. Categories.
Cyrano de Bergerac (1950) Cyrano de Bergerac Kategória: Kaland Dráma Történelmi Tartalom: Cyranót egész Párizs csúfolja kissé nagyobbra nőtt orra miatt. Így aztán nem igen reménykedhet abban, hogy szíve hölgye, Roxane, viszonozza szerelmét. A szép leányzó egy üresfejű szépfiút választ, Cyrano pedig jobb híján vetélytársa nevében írogatja csodaszép szerelmes leveleit. A körülrajongott Roxane csak Cyrano halála után döbben rá arra, hogy valójában a levélírót szerette, s nem azt, akit helyette választott.
CYRANO DE BERGERAC The Project Gutenberg EBook of Cyrano de Bergerac, by Edmond Rostand This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at Title: Cyrano de Bergerac Author: Edmond Rostand Posting Date: April 12, 2009 [EBook #1254] Release Date: March, 1998 Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1. START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CYRANO DE BERGERAC. Produced by Sue Asscher A Play in Five Acts CONTENTS Dramatis personae Act I. Scene 1. I. Scene Scene 1. V. Act II. Scene 2. I. Scene 2. V. Scene 2. X. Act III. Scene 3. I. Scene 3. V. Scene 3. X. ACT IV. Scene 4. I. Scene 4. V. Scene 4. X. Act V. Scene 5. I. Scene 5. V. Edmond Rostand This etext was prepared by Sue Asscher A Play in Five Acts by Translated from the French by Gladys Thomas and Mary F. Guillemard CHRISTIAN DE NEUVILLETTE COUNT DE GUICHE RAGUENEAU LE BRET CARBON DE CASTEL-JALOUX THE CADETS LIGNIERE DE VALVERT A MARQUIS SECOND MARQUIS THIRD MARQUIS MONTFLEURY BELLEROSE JODELET CUIGY BRISSAILLE THE DOORKEEPER A LACKEY A SECOND LACKEY A BORE A MUSKETEER ANOTHER A SPANISH OFFICER A PORTER A BURGHER HIS SON A PICKPOCKET A SPECTATOR A GUARDSMAN BERTRAND THE FIFER A MONK TWO MUSICIANS THE POETS THE PASTRY COOKS ROXANE SISTER MARTHA LISE THE BUFFET-GIRL MOTHER MARGUERITE THE DUENNA SISTER CLAIRE AN ACTRESS THE PAGES THE SHOP-GIRL The crowd, troopers, burghers (male and female) marquises, musketeers, pickpockets, pastry-cooks, poets, Gascons cadets, actors (male and female) violinists, pages, children, soldiers, Spaniards, spectators (male and female) precieuses, nuns, etc. A Representation at the Hotel de Bourgogne. The hall of the Hotel de Bourgogne, in 1640. A sort of tennis-court arranged and decorated for a theatrical performance. The hall is oblong and seen obliquely, so that one of its sides forms the back of the right foreground, and meeting the left background makes an angle with the stage, which is partly visible. On both sides of the stage are benches. The curtain is composed of two tapestries which can be drawn aside. Above a harlequin's mantle are the royal arms. There are broad steps from the stage to the hall; on either side of these steps are the places for the violinists. Footlights. Two rows, one over the other, of side galleries: the highest divided into boxes. No seats in the pit of the hall, which is the real stage of the theater; at the back of the pit, i. e., on the right foreground, some benches forming steps, and underneath, a staircase which leads to the upper seats. An improvised buffet ornamented with little lusters, vases, glasses, plates of tarts, cakes, bottles, etc. The entrance to the theater is in the center of the background, under the gallery of the boxes. A large door, half open to let in the spectators. On the panels of this door, in different corners, and over the buffet, red placards bearing the words, La Clorise. ' At the rising of the curtain the hall is in semi-darkness, and still empty. The lusters are lowered in the middle of the pit ready to be lighted. The public, arriving by degrees. Troopers, burghers, lackeys, pages, a pickpocket, the doorkeeper, etc., followed by the marquises. Cuigy, Brissaille, the buffet-girl, the violinists, etc. (A confusion of loud voices is heard outside the door. A trooper enters hastily. ) THE DOORKEEPER (following him) Hollo! You there! Your money! THE TROOPER: I enter gratis. THE DOORKEEPER: Why? THE TROOPER: Why? I am of the King's Household Cavalry, faith! THE DOORKEEPER (to another trooper who enters) And you? SECOND TROOPER: I pay nothing. How so? I am a musketeer. FIRST TROOPER (to the second) The play will not begin till two. The pit is empty. Come, a bout with the foils to pass the time. (They fence with the foils they have brought. ) A LACKEY (entering) Pst. Flanquin. ANOTHER (already there) Champagne. THE FIRST (showing him cards and dice which he takes from his doublet) See, here be cards and dice. (He seats himself on the floor) Let's play. THE SECOND (doing the same) Good; I am with you, villain! FIRST LACKEY (taking from his pocket a candle-end, which he lights, and sticks on the floor) I made free to provide myself with light at my master's expense! A GUARDSMAN (to a shop-girl who advances) Twas prettily done to come before the lights were lit! He takes her round the waist. ) ONE OF THE FENCERS (receiving a thrust) A hit! ONE OF THE CARD-PLAYERS: Clubs! THE GUARDSMAN (following the girl) A kiss! THE SHOP-GIRL (struggling to free herself) They're looking! THE GUARDSMAN (drawing her to a dark corner) No fear! No one can see! A MAN (sitting on the ground with others, who have brought their provisions) By coming early, one can eat in comfort. A BURGHER (conducting his son) Let us sit here, son. A CARD-PLAYER: Triple ace! A MAN (taking a bottle from under his cloak, and also seating himself on the floor) A tippler may well quaff his Burgundy (he drinks) in the Burgundy Hotel! THE BURGHER (to his son) Faith! A man might think he had fallen in a bad house here! He points with his cane to the drunkard) What with topers! One of the fencers in breaking off, jostles him) brawlers! He stumbles into the midst of the card-players) gamblers! THE GUARDSMAN (behind him, still teasing the shop-girl) Come, one kiss! THE BURGHER (hurriedly pulling his son away) By all the holies! And this, my boy, is the theater where they played Rotrou erewhile. THE YOUNG MAN: Ay, and Corneille! A TROOP OF PAGES (hand-in-hand, enter dancing the farandole, and singing) Tra' a la, la, la, la, la, la, la, lere... THE DOORKEEPER (sternly, to the pages) You pages there, none of your tricks. FIRST PAGE (with an air of wounded dignity) Oh, sir. such a suspicion. (Briskly, to the second page, the moment the doorkeeper's back is turned) Have you string? THE SECOND: Ay, and a fish-hook with it. FIRST PAGE: We can angle for wigs, then, up there i' th' gallery. A PICKPOCKET (gathering about him some evil-looking youths) Hark ye, young cut-purses, lend an ear, while I give you your first lesson in thieving. SECOND PAGE (calling up to others in the top galleries) You there! Have you peashooters? THIRD PAGE (from above) Ay, have we, and peas withal! He blows, and peppers them with peas. ) THE YOUNG MAN (to his father) What piece do they give us? THE BURGHER: Clorise. ' Who may the author be? Master Balthazar Baro. It is a play. (He goes arm-in-arm with his son. ) THE PICKPOCKET (to his pupils) Have a care, above all, of the lace knee-ruffles- cut them off! A SPECTATOR (to another, showing him a corner in the gallery) I was up there, the first night of the 'Cid. ' THE PICKPOCKET (making with his fingers the gesture of filching) Thus for watches- THE BURGHER (coming down again with his son) Ah! You shall presently see some renowned actors... THE PICKPOCKET (making the gestures of one who pulls something stealthily, with little jerks) Thus for handkerchiefs- Montfleury... SOME ONE (shouting from the upper gallery) Light up, below there! THE BURGHER. Bellerose, L'Epy, La Beaupre, Jodelet! A PAGE (in the pit) Here comes the buffet-girl! THE BUFFET-GIRL (taking her place behind the buffet) Oranges, milk, raspberry-water, cedar bitters! A hubbub outside the door is heard. ) A FALSETTO VOICE: Make place, brutes! A LACKEY (astonished) The Marquises. in the pit. ANOTHER LACKEY: Oh! only for a minute or two! Enter a band of young marquises. ) A MARQUIS (seeing that the hall is half empty) What now! So we make our entrance like a pack of woolen-drapers! Peaceably, without disturbing the folk, or treading on their toes. Oh, fie! Fie! Recognizing some other gentlemen who have entered a little before him) Cuigy! Brissaille! Greetings and embraces. ) CUIGY: True to our word. we are here before the candles are lit. THE MARQUIS: Ay, indeed! Enough! I am of an ill humor. ANOTHER: Nay, nay, Marquis! see, for your consolation, they are coming to light up! ALL THE AUDIENCE (welcoming the entrance of the lighter) Ah. (They form in groups round the lusters as they are lit. Some people have taken their seats in the galleries. Ligniere, a distinguished-looking roue, with disordered shirt-front arm-in-arm with christian de Neuvillette. Christian, who is dressed elegantly, but rather behind the fashion, seems preoccupied, and keeps looking at the boxes. ) The same. Christian, Ligniere, then Ragueneau and Le Bret. CUIGY: Ligniere! BRISSAILLE (laughing) Not drunk as yet? LIGNIERE (aside to Christian) I may introduce you? Christian nods in assent) Baron de Neuvillette. (Bows. ) THE AUDIENCE (applauding as the first luster is lighted and drawn up) Ah! CUIGY (to Brissaille, looking at Christian) Tis a pretty fellow! FIRST MARQUIS (who has overheard) Pooh! LIGNIERE (introducing them to Christian) My lords De Cuigy. De Brissaille... CHRISTIAN (bowing) Delighted. FIRST MARQUIS (to second) He is not ill to look at, but certes, he is not costumed in the latest mode. LIGNIERE (to Cuigy) This gentleman comes from Touraine. CHRISTIAN: Yes, I have scarce been twenty days in Paris; tomorrow I join the Guards, in the Cadets. FIRST MARQUIS (watching the people who are coming into the boxes) There is the wife of the Chief-Justice. THE BUFFET-GIRL: Oranges, milk... THE VIOLINISTS (tuning up) La- la- CUIGY (to Christian, pointing to the hall, which is filling fast) Tis crowded. Yes, indeed. FIRST MARQUIS: All the great world! They recognize and name the different elegantly dressed ladies who enter the boxes, bowing low to them. The ladies send smiles in answer. ) SECOND MARQUIS: Madame de Guemenee. CUIGY: Madame de Bois-Dauphin. Adored by us all! BRISSAILLE: Madame de Chavigny... Who sports with our poor hearts. LIGNIERE: Ha! so Monsieur de Corneille has come back from Rouen! Is the Academy here? Oh, ay, I see several of them. There is Boudu, Boissat, and Cureau de la Chambre, Porcheres, Colomby, Bourzeys, Bourdon, Arbaud... names that will live! Tis fine! Attention! Here come our precieuses; Barthenoide, Urimedonte, Cassandace, Felixerie... Ah! How exquisite their fancy names are! Do you know them all, Marquis? Ay, Marquis, I do, every one! LIGNIERE (drawing Christian aside) Friend, I but came here to give you pleasure. The lady comes not. I will betake me again to my pet vice. CHRISTIAN (persuasively) No, no! You, who are ballad-maker to Court and City alike, can tell me better than any who the lady is for whom I die of love. Stay yet awhile. THE FIRST VIOLIN (striking his bow on the desk) Gentlemen violinists! He raises his bow. ) Macaroons, lemon-drink... (The violins begin to play. ) Ah! I fear me she is coquettish, and over nice and fastidious! I, who am so poor of wit, how dare I speak to her- how address her? This language that they speak to-day- ay, and write- confounds me; I am but an honest soldier, and timid withal. She has ever her place, there, on the right- the empty box, see you! LIGNIERE (making as if to go) I must go. CHRISTIAN (detaining him) Nay, stay. I cannot. D'Assoucy waits me at the tavern, and here one dies of thirst. THE BUFFET-GIRL (passing before him with a tray) Orange drink? Ugh! Milk? Pah! Rivesalte? Stay. (To Christian) I will remain awhile. Let me taste this rivesalte. (He sits by the buffet; the girl pours some out for him. ) CRIES (from all the audience, at the entrance of a plump little man, joyously excited) Ah! Ragueneau! LIGNIERE (to Christian) Tis the famous tavern-keeper Ragueneau. RAGUENEAU (dressed in the Sunday clothes of a pastry-cook, going up quickly to Ligniere) Sir, have you seen Monsieur de Cyrano? LIGNIERE (introducing him to Christian) The pastry-cook of the actors and the poets! RAGUENEAU (overcome) You do me too great honor... Nay, hold your peace, Maecenas that you are! RAGUENEAU: True, these gentlemen employ me... On credit! He is himself a poet of a pretty talent... So they tell me. - Mad after poetry! Tis true that, for a little ode... You give a tart... Oh. a tartlet! Brave fellow! He would fain fain excuse himself! And for a triolet, now, did you not give in exchange... Some little rolls! LIGNIERE (severely) They were milk-rolls! And as for the theater, which you love? Oh! to distraction! How pay you your tickets, ha. with cakes. Your place, to-night, come tell me in my ear, what did it cost you? Four custards, and fifteen cream-puffs. (He looks around on all sides) Monsieur de Cyrano is not here? Tis strange. Why so? Montfleury plays! Ay, tis true that that old wine-barrel is to take Phedon's part to-night; but what matter is that to Cyrano? How? Know you not? He has got a hot hate for Montfleury, and so. has forbid him strictly to show his face on the stage for one whole month. LIGNIERE (drinking his fourth glass) Well? Montfleury will play! He can not hinder that. Oh! oh! that I have come to see! Who is this Cyrano? A fellow well skilled in all tricks of fence. Is he of noble birth? Ay, noble enough. He is a cadet in the Guards. (Pointing to a gentleman who is going up and down the hall as if searching for some one) But 'tis his friend Le Bret, yonder, who can best tell you. (He calls him) Le Bret! Le Bret comes towards them) Seek you for De Bergerac? LE BRET: Ay, I am uneasy... Is it not true that he is the strangest of men? LE BRET (tenderly) True, that he is the choicest of earthly beings! Poet! Soldier! Philosopher! Musician! And of how fantastic a presence! RAGENEAU: Marry, twould puzzle even our grim painter Philippe de Champaigne to portray him! Methinks, whimsical, wild, comical as he is, only Jacques Callot, now dead and gone, had succeeded better, and had made of him the maddest fighter of all his visored crew- with his triple-plumed beaver and six-pointed doublet- the sword-point sticking up 'neath his mantle like an insolent cocktail! He's prouder than all the fierce Artabans of whom Gascony has ever been and will ever be the prolific Alma Mater! Above his Toby ruff he carries a nose. ah, good my lords, what a nose is his! When one sees it one is fain to cry aloud, Nay! tis too much! He plays a joke on us. Then one laughs, says 'He will anon take it off. But no. Monsieur de Bergerac always keeps it on. LE BRET (throwing back his head) He keeps it on- and cleaves in two any man who dares remark on it! RAGUENEAU (proudly) His sword- tis one half of the Fates' shears! FIRST MARQUIS (shrugging his shoulders) He will not come! I say he will! and I wager a fowl- a la Ragueneau. THE MARQUIS (laughing) Good! Murmurs of admiration in hall. Roxane has just appeared in her box. She seats herself in front, the duenna at the back. Christian, who is paying the buffet-girl, does not see her entrance. ) SECOND MARQUIS (with little cries of joy) Ah, gentlemen! she is fearfully- terribly- ravishing! FIRST MARQUIS: When one looks at her one thinks of a peach smiling at a strawberry! And what freshness! A man approaching her too near might chance to get a bad chill at the heart! CHRISTIAN (raising his head, sees Roxane, and catches Ligniere by the arm) Tis she! Ah! is it she? Ay, tell me quick- I am afraid. LIGNIERE (tasting his rivesalte in sips) Magdaleine Robin- Roxane, so called! A subtle wit- a precieuse. Woe is me! Free. An orphan. The cousin of Cyrano, of whom we were now speaking. (At this moment an elegant nobleman, with blue ribbon across his breast, enters the box, and talks with Roxane, standing. ) CHRISTIAN (starting) Who is yonder man? LIGNIERE (who is becoming tipsy, winking at him) Ha! ha! Count de Guiche. Enamored of her. But wedded to the niece of Armand de Richelieu. Would fain marry Roxane to a certain sorry fellow, one Monsieur de Valvert, a viscount- and- accommodating! She will none of that bargain; but De Guiche is powerful, and can persecute the daughter of a plain untitled gentleman. More by token, I myself have exposed this cunning plan of his to the world, in a song which. he must rage at me! The end hit home... ! He gets up staggering, and raises his glass, ready to sing. ) No. Good-night. Where go you? To Monsieur de Valvert! Have a care! It is he who will kill you (showing him Roxane by a look) Stay where you are- she is looking at you. It is true! He stands looking at her. The group of pickpockets seeing him thus, head in air and open-mouthed, draw near to him. ) Tis I who am going. I am athirst! And they expect me- in the taverns! He goes out, reeling. ) LE BRET (who has been all round the hall, coming back to Ragueneau reassured) No sign of Cyrano. RAGUENEAU (incredulously) All the same... A hope is left to me- that he has not seen the playbill! THE AUDIENCE: Begin, begin! The same, all but Ligniere. De Guiche, Valvert, then Montfleury. A marquis (watching De Guiche, who comes down from Roxane's box, and crosses the pit surrounded by obsequious noblemen, among them the Viscount de Valvert) He pays a fine court, your De Guiche! Faugh. Another Gascon! THE FIRST: Ay, but the cold, supple Gascon- that is the stuff success is made of! Believe me, we had best make our bow to him. (They go toward De Guiche. ) What fine ribbons! How call you the color, Count de Guiche? Kiss me, my darling. or 'Timid Fawn? DE GUICHE: Tis the color called 'Sick Spaniard. ' Faith! The color speaks truth, for, thanks to your valor, things will soon go ill for Spain in Flanders. I go on the stage! Will you come? He goes toward the stage, followed by the marquises and gentlemen. Turning, he calls) Come you Valvert! CHRISTIAN (who is watching and listening, starts on hearing this name) The Viscount! Ah! I will throw full in his face my... (He puts his hand in his pocket, and finds there the hand of a pickpocket who is about to rob him. He turns round) Hey? THE PICKPOCKET: Oh! CHRISTIAN (holding him tightly) I was looking for a glove. THE PICKPOCKET (smiling piteously) And you find a hand. (Changing his tone, quickly and in a whisper) Let me but go, and I will deliver you a secret. CHRISTIAN (still holding him) What is it? Ligniere... who has just left you... CHRISTIAN (same play) His life is in peril. A song writ by him has given offense in high places- and a hundred men- I am of them- are posted to-night... A hundred men! By whom posted? I may not say- a secret... CHRISTIAN (shrugging his shoulders) THE PICKPOCKET (with great dignity. the profession. Where are they posted? At the Porte de Nesle. On his way homeward. Warn him. CHRISTIAN (letting go of his wrists) But where can I find him? Run round to all the taverns- The Golden Wine Press, the Pine Cone, The Belt that Bursts, The Two Torches, The Three Funnels, and at each leave a word that shall put him on his guard. Good- I fly! Ah, the scoundrels! A hundred men 'gainst one! Looking lovingly at Roxane) Ah, to leave her. (looking with rage at Valvert) and him. save Ligniere I must! He hurries out. De Guiche, the viscount, the marquises, have all disappeared behind the curtain to take their places on the benches placed on the stage. The pit is quite full; the galleries and boxes are also crowded. ) Begin! A BURGHER (whose wig is drawn up on the end of a string by a page in the upper gallery) My wig! CRIES OF DELIGHT: He is bald! Bravo, pages- ha! ha! ha. THE BURGHER (furious, shaking his fist) Young villain! LAUGHTER AND CRIES (beginning very loud, and dying gradually away) Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! Total silence. ) LE BRET (astonished) What means this sudden silence. (A spectator says something to him in a low voice) Is't true? THE SPECTATOR: I have just heard it on good authority. MURMURS (spreading through the hall) Hush! Is it he? No! Ay, I say! In the box with the bars in front! The Cardinal! The Cardinal! The Cardinal! A PAGE: The devil! We shall have to behave ourselves... (A knock is heard upon the stage. Every one is motionless. A pause. ) THE VOICE OF A MARQUIS (in the silence, behind the curtain) Snuff that candle! ANOTHER MARQUIS (putting his head through the opening in the A chair! A chair is passed from hand to hand, over the heads of the spectators. The marquis takes it and disappears, after blowing some kisses to the boxes. ) A SPECTATOR: Silence! Three knocks are heard on the stage. The curtain opens in the centre Tableau. The marquises in insolent attitudes seated on each side of the stage. The scene represents a pastoral landscape. Four little lusters light the stage; the violins play softly. ) LE BRET (in a low voice to Ragueneau) Montfleury comes on the scene? RAGUENEAU (also in a low voice) Ay, tis he who begins. Cyrano is not here. I have lost my wager. 'Tis all the better! An air on the drone-pipes is heard, and Montfleury enters, enormously stout, in an Arcadian shepherd's dress, a hat wreathed with roses drooping over one ear, blowing into a ribboned drone pipe. ) THE PIT (applauding) Bravo, Montfleury! Montfleury! MONTFLEURY (after bowing low, begins the part of Phedon) Heureux qui loin des cours, dans un lieu solitaire, Se prescrit a soi-meme un exil volontaire, Et qui, lorsque Zephire a souffle sur les bois. A VOICE (from the middle of the pit) Villain! Did I not forbid you to show your face here for month? General stupor. Every one turns round. Murmurs. ) DIFFERENT VOICES: Hey. What. What is't. (The people stand up in the boxes to look. ) Tis he! LE BRET (terrified) Cyrano! THE VOICE: King of clowns! Leave the stage this instant! ALL THE AUDIENCE (indignantly) MONTFLEURY: But... Do you dare defy me? DIFFERENT VOICES (from the pit and the boxes) Peace! Enough. Play on, Montfleury- fear nothing! MONTFLEURY (in a trembling voice) Heureux qui loin des cours, dans un lieu sol- THE VOICE (more fiercely) Well! Chief of all the blackguards, must I come and give you a taste of my cane? A hand holding a cane starts up over the heads of the spectators. ) MONTFLEURY (in a voice that trembles more and more) Heureux qui. (The cane is shaken. ) Off the stage! THE PIT: MONTFLEURY (choking) Heureux qui loin des cours. CYRANO (appearing suddenly in the pit, standing on a chair, his arms crossed, his beaver cocked fiercely, his mustache bristling, his nose terrible to see) Ah! I shall be angry in a minute. (Sensation. Cyrano, then Bellerose, Jodelet. MONTFLEURY (to the marquises) Come to my help, my lords! A MARQUIS (carelessly) Go on! Go on! CYRANO: Fat man, take warning! If you go on, I Shall feel myself constrained to cuff your face! Have done! And if these lords hold not their tongue Shall feel constrained to make them taste my cane! ALL THE MARQUISES (rising) Enough. Montfleury... If he goes not quick I will cut off his ears and slit him up! A VOICE: Out he goes! ANOTHER VOICE: Yet... Is he not gone yet? He makes the gesture of turning up his cuffs) Good! I shall mount the stage now, buffet-wise, To carve this fine Italian sausage- thus! MONTFLEURY (trying to be dignified) You outrage Thalia in insulting me! CYRANO (very politely) If that Muse, Sir, who knows you not at all, Could claim acquaintance with you- oh, believe (Seeing how urn-like, fat, and slow you are) That she would make you taste her buskin's sole! Montfleury! Montfleury! Come- Baro's play! CYRANO (to those who are calling out) I pray you have a care! If you go on My scabbard soon will render up its blade! The circle round him widens. ) THE CROWD (drawing back) Take care! CYRANO (to Montfleury) Leave the stage! THE CROWD (coming near and grumbling) Oh. Did some one speak? They draw back again. ) A VOICE (singing at the back) Monsieur de Cyrano Displays his tyrannies: A fig for tyrants! What, ho! Come! Play us 'La Clorise! ALL THE PIT (singing) La Clorise. La Clorise. Let me but hear once more that foolish rhyme, I slaughter every man of you. A BURGHER: Oh! Samson? Yes Samson! Will you lend your jawbone, Sir? A LADY (in the boxes) Outrageous! A LORD: Scandalous! Tis most annoying! Fair good sport! Kss. Montfleury... ! Silence! THE PIT (wildly excited) Ho-o-o-o-h! Quack! Cock-a-doodle-doo! I order- Miow! I order silence, all! And challenge the whole pit collectively. I write your names. Approach, young heroes, here! Each in his turn! I cry the numbers out. Now which of you will come to ope the lists? You, Sir? No! You? No! The first duellist Shall be dispatched by me with honors due! Let all who long for death hold up their hands! A silence) Modest? You fear to see my naked blade? Not one name. Not one hand. Good, I proceed! Turning toward the stage, where Montfleury waits in an agony) The theater's too full, congested. I Would clear it out... not... (Puts his hand on his sword) The knife must act! I... CYRANO (leaves his chair, and settles himself in the middle of the circle which has formed) I will clap my hands thrice, thus- full moon! At the third clap, eclipse yourself! THE PIT (amused) CYRANO (clapping his hands) One! A VOICE (in the boxes) Stay! He stays... goes... stays... I think. Gentlemen. Two! I think 'twere wisest... Three! Montfleury disappears as through a trap. Tempest of laughs, whistling cries, etc. ) THE WHOLE HOUSE: Coward... back! CYRANO (delighted, sits back in his chair, arms crossed) Come back an if you dare! Call for the orator! Bellerose comes forward and bows. ) THE BOXES: Ah! here's Bellerose! BELLEROSE (elegantly) My noble lords... No! no! Jodelet! JODELET (advancing, speaking through his nose) Calves! Ah! bravo! good! go on! JODELET: No bravos, Sirs! The fat tragedian whom you all love Felt... Coward! JODELET. obliged to go. Come back! SOME: No! OTHERS: Yes! A YOUNG MAN (to Cyrano) But pray, Sir, for what reason, say, Hate you Montfleury? CYRANO (graciously, still seated) Youthful gander, know I have two reasons- either will suffice. Primo. An actor villainous! who mouths, And heaves up like a bucket from a well The verses that should, bird-like, fly! Secundo- That is my secret... THE OLD BURGHER (behind him) Shameful! You deprive us Of the 'Clorise. I must insist... CYRANO (turning his chair toward the burgher, respectfully) Old mule! The verses of old Baro are not worth A doit! I'm glad to interrupt... THE PRECIEUSES (in the boxes) Our Baro. My dear! How dares he venture. CYRANO (turning his chair toward the boxes gallantly) Fairest ones, Radiate, bloom, hold to our lips the cup Of dreams intoxicating, Hebe-like! Or, when death strikes, charm death with your sweet smiles; Inspire our verse, but- criticise it not! BELLEROSE: We must give back the entrance fees! CYRANO (turning his chair toward the stage) Bellerose, You make the first intelligent remark! Would I rend Thespis' sacred mantle? Nay! He rises and throws a bag on the stage) Catch then the purse I throw, and hold your peace! THE HOUSE (dazzled) Ah! Oh! JODELET (catching the purse dexterously and weighing it) At this price, you've authority To come each night, and stop 'Clorise. Sir! Ho. Ho. E'en if you chase us in a pack. Clear out the hall. Get you all gone at once! The people begin to go out, while Cyrano looks on with satisfaction. But the crowd soon stop on hearing the following scene, and remain where they are. The women, who, with their mantles on, are already standing up in the boxes, stop to listen, and finally reseat themselves. ) LE BRET (to Cyrano) Tis mad. A BORE (coming up to Cyrano) The actor Montfleury! Tis shameful! Why, he's protected by the Duke of Candal! Have you a patron? THE BORE: No patron. None! What! no great lord to shield you with his name? CYRANO (irritated) No, I have told you twice! Must I repeat? No! no protector... (His hand on his sword) A protectress... ! But you must leave the town? Well, that depends! The Duke has a long arm! But not so long As mine, when it is lengthened out... (Shows his sword) As thus! You think not to contend? Tis my idea! Show your heels! now! But I... Or tell me why you stare so at my nose! THE BORE (staggered) CYRANO (walking straight up to him) Well, what is there strange? THE BORE (drawing back) Your Grace mistakes! How now? Is't soft and dangling, like a trunk. THE BORE (same play) I never... Is it crook'd, like an owl's beak? Do you see a wart upon the tip? Nay... Or a fly, that takes the air there? What Is there to stare at? Oh... What do you see? But I was careful not to look- knew better. And why not look at it, an if you please? I was... Oh! it disgusts you! Sir! Its hue Unwholesome seems to you? Or its shape? No, on the contrary. Why then that air Disparaging. perchance you think it large? THE BORE (stammering) No, small, quite small- minute! Minute! What now? Accuse me of a thing ridiculous! Small- my nose? Heaven help me! Tis enormous! Old Flathead, empty-headed meddler, know That I am proud possessing such appendice. 'Tis well known, a big nose is indicative Of a soul affable, and kind, and courteous, Liberal, brave, just like myself, and such As you can never dare to dream yourself, Rascal contemptible! For that witless face That my hand soon will come to cuff- is all As empty... (He cuffs him. ) Aie! of pride, of aspiration, Of feeling, poetry- of godlike spark Of all that appertains to my big nose, He turns him by the shoulders, suiting the action to the word) As... my boot will shortly come and kick! THE BORE (running away) Help! Call the Guard! Take notice, boobies all, Who find my visage's center ornament A thing to jest at- that it is my wont- An if the jester's noble- ere we part To let him taste my steel, and not my boot! DE GUICHE (who, with the marquises, has come down from the stage) But he becomes a nuisance! THE VISCOUNT DE VALVERT (shrugging his shoulders) Swaggerer! Will no one put him down. THE VISCOUNT: No one? But wait! I'll treat him to... of my quips. here. (He goes up to Cyrano, who is watching him, and with a conceited air) Sir, your nose is. is... big! CYRANO (gravely) Very! THE VISCOUNT (laughing) Ha! CYRANO (imperturbably) Is that all. What do you mean? Ah no! young blade! That was a trifle short! You might have said at least a hundred things By varying the tone... this, suppose. Aggressive: Sir, if I had such a nose I'd amputate it. Friendly: When you sup It must annoy you, dipping in your cup; You need a drinking-bowl of special shape! Descriptive. Tis a rock. a peak. a cape! A cape, forsooth! Tis a peninsular! Curious: How serves that oblong capsular? For scissor-sheath? Or pot to hold your ink? Gracious: You love the little birds, I think? I see you've managed with a fond research To find their tiny claws a roomy perch! Truculent: When you smoke your pipe. suppose That the tobacco-smoke spouts from your nose- Do not the neighbors, as the fumes rise higher, Cry terror-struck: The chimney is afire. Considerate: Take care. head bowed low By such a weight... head o'er heels you go! Tender: Pray get a small umbrella made, Lest its bright color in the sun should fade! Pedantic: That beast Aristophanes Names Hippocamelelephantoles Must have possessed just such a solid lump Of flesh and bone, beneath his forehead's bump! Cavalier: The last fashion, friend, that hook? To hang your hat on? Tis a useful crook! Emphatic: No wind, O majestic nose, Can give THEE cold. save when the mistral blows! Dramatic: When it bleeds, what a Red Sea! Admiring: Sign for a perfumery! Lyric: Is this a conch. a Triton you? Simple: When is the monument on view? Rustic: That thing a nose? Marry-come-up! Tis a dwarf pumpkin, or a prize turnip! Military: Point against cavalry! Practical: Put it in a lottery! Assuredly 'twould be the biggest prize! Or. parodying Pyramus' sighs... 'Behold the nose that mars the harmony Of its master's phiz! blushing its treachery! - Such, my dear sir, is what you might have said, Had you of wit or letters the least jot: But, O most lamentable man. of wit You never had an atom, and of letters You have three letters only. they spell Ass! And- had you had the necessary wit, To serve me all the pleasantries I quote Before this noble audience. e'en so, You would not have been let to utter one- Nay, not the half or quarter of such jest! I take them from myself all in good part, But not from any other man that breathes! DE GUICHE (trying to draw away the dismayed viscount) Come away, Viscount! THE VISCOUNT (choking with rage) Hear his arrogance! A country lout who. got no gloves! Who goes out without sleeve-knots, ribbons, lace! True; all my elegances are within. I do not prank myself out, puppy-like; My toilet is more thorough, if less gay; I would not sally forth- a half-washed-out Affront upon my cheek- a conscience Yellow-eyed, bilious, from its sodden sleep, A ruffled honor. scruples grimed and dull! I show no bravery of shining gems. Truth, Independence, are my fluttering plumes. 'Tis not my form I lace to make me slim, But brace my soul with efforts as with stays, Covered with exploits, not with ribbon-knots, My spirit bristling high like your mustaches, I, traversing the crowds and chattering groups Make Truth ring bravely out like clash of spurs! But, Sir... I wear no gloves? And what of that? I had one. remnant of an old worn pair, And, knowing not what else to do with it, I threw it in the face of... young fool. Base scoundrel! Rascally flat-footed lout! CYRANO (taking off his hat, and bowing as if the viscount had introduced himself) Ah. I, Cyrano Savinien Hercule de Bergerac (Laughter. ) THE VISCOUNT (angrily) Buffoon! CYRANO (calling out as if he had been seized with the cramp) Aie! Aie! THE VISCOUNT (who was going away, turns back) What on earth is the fellow saying now? CYRANO (with grimaces of pain) It must be moved- it's getting stiff, I vow, This comes of leaving it in idleness! Aie. What ails you? The cramp! cramp in my sword! THE VISCOUNT (drawing his sword) You shall feel a charming little stroke! THE VISCOUNT (contemptuously) Poet. Ay, poet, Sir! In proof of which, While we fence, presto! all extempore I will compose a ballade. A ballade? Belike you know not what a ballade is. CYRANO (reciting, as if repeating a lesson) Know then that the ballade should contain Three eight-versed couplets... THE VISCOUNT (stamping) CYRANO (still reciting) And an envoi Of four lines... You... I'll make one while we fight; And touch you at the final line. No? declaiming) The duel in Hotel of Burgundy- fought By De Bergerac and a good-for-naught! What may that be, an if you please? The title. THE HOUSE (in great excitement) Give room. Good sport. Make place. Fair play. No noise! Tableau. A circle of curious spectators in the pit; the marquises and officers mingled with the common people; the pages climbing on each other's shoulders to see better. All the women standing up in the boxes. To the right, De Guiche and his retinue. Left, Le Bret, Ragueneau, Cyrano, etc. ) CYRANO (shutting his eyes for a second) Wait while I choose my rhymes. I have them now! He suits the action to each word) I gayly doff my beaver low, And, freeing hand and heel, My heavy mantle off I throw, And I draw my polished steel; Graceful as Phoebus, round I wheel, Alert as Scaramouch, A word in your ear, Sir Spark, I steal- At the envoi's end, I touch! They engage) Better for you had you lain low; Where skewer my cock? In the heel. In the heart, your ribbon blue below. In the hip, and make you kneel? Ho for the music of clashing steel! What now. A hit? Not much! Twill be in the paunch the stroke I steal, When, at the envoi, I touch. Oh, for a rhyme, a rhyme in o. You wriggle, starch-white, my eel? A rhyme! a rhyme! The white feather you SHOW! Tac! I parry the point of your steel; The point you hoped to make me feel; I open the line, now clutch Your spit, Sir Scullion- slow your zeal! At the envoi's end, I touch. (He declaims solemnly) Envoi. Prince, pray Heaven for your soul's weal! I move a pace- lo, such! and such! Cut over- feint! Thrusting) What ho! You reel? The viscount staggers. Cyrano salutes) Acclamations. Applause in the boxes. Flowers and handkerchiefs are thrown down. The officers surround Cyrano, congratulating him. Ragueneau dances for joy. Le Bret is happy, but anxious. The viscount's friends hold him up and bear him away. ) THE CROWD (with one long shout) Ah! A TROOPER: Tis superb! A WOMAN: A pretty stroke! A marvel! A MARQUIS: A novelty! O madman! THE CROWD (presses round Cyrano. Chorus of) Compliments! Bravo! Let me congratulate. unsurpassed. A WOMAN'S VOICE: There is a hero for you. A MUSKETEER (advancing to Cyrano with outstretched hand) Sir, permit; Naught could be finer- I'm a judge I think; I stamped, i' faith. to show my admiration! He goes away. ) CYRANO (to Cuigy) Who is that gentleman? Why- D'Artagnan! LE BRET (to Cyrano, taking his arm) A word with you. Wait; let the rabble go. (To Bellerose) May I stay? BELLEROSE (respectfully) Without doubt! Cries are heard outside. ) JODELET (who has looked out) They hoot Montfleury! BELLEROSE (solemnly) Sic transit. (To the porters) Sweep- close all, but leave the lights. We sup, but later on we must return, For a rehearsal of to-morrow's farce. (Jodelet and Bellerose go out, bowing low to Cyrano. ) THE PORTER (to Cyrano) You do not dine, Sir? No. (The porter goes out. ) Because? CYRANO (proudly) Because... (Changing his tone as the porter goes away) I have no money. LE BRET (with the action of throwing a bag) How! The bag of crowns. Paternal bounty, in a day, thou'rt sped! How live the next month. I have nothing left. Folly! But what a graceful action! Think! THE BUFFET-GIRL (coughing, behind her counter) Hum! Cyrano and Le Bret turn. She comes timidly forward) Sir, my heart mislikes to know you fast. (Showing the buffet) See, all you need. Serve yourself! CYRANO (taking off his hat) Gentle child, Although my Gascon pride would else forbid To take the least bestowal from your hands, My fear of wounding you outweighs that pride, And bids accept... (He goes to the buffet) A trifle. few grapes. (She offers him the whole bunch. He takes a few) Nay, but this bunch. (She tries to give him wine, but he stops her) A glass of water fair. And half a macaroon! He gives back the other half. ) What foolery! Take something else! I take your hand to kiss. (He kisses her hand as though she were a princess. ) Thank you, kind Sir! She courtesies) Good-night. (She goes out. ) Cyrano, Le Bret. CYRANO (to Le Bret) Now talk- I listen. (He stands at the buffet, and placing before him first the macaroon) Dinner. (then the grapes) Dessert. (then the glass of water) Wine. (he seats himself) So! And now to table! Ah! I was hungry, friend, nay, ravenous! eating) You said- These fops, would-be belligerent, Will, if you heed them only, turn your head. Ask people of good sense if you would know The effect of your fine insolence- CYRANO (finishing his macaroon) Enormous! The Cardinal... CYRANO (radiant) The Cardinal- was there? Must have thought it... Original, i' faith! He's an author. 'Twill not fail to please him That I should mar a brother-author's play. You make too many enemies by far! CYRANO (eating his grapes) How many think you I have made to-night? Forty, no less, not counting ladies. Count! Montfleury first, the bourgeois, then De Guiche, The Viscount, Baro, the Academy... Enough! I am o'erjoyed! But these strange ways, Where will they lead you, at the end? Explain Your system- come! I in a labyrinth Was lost- too many different paths to choose; I took... Which? Oh! by far the simplest path... Decided to be admirable in all! LE BRET (shrugging his shoulders) So be it! But the motive of your hate To Montfleury- come, tell me! CYRANO (rising) This Silenus, Big-bellied, coarse, still deems himself a peril- A danger to the love of lovely ladies, And, while he sputters out his actor's part, Makes sheep's eyes at their boxes- goggling frog! I hate him since the evening he presumed To raise his eyes to hers. Meseemed I saw A slug crawl slavering o'er a flower's petals! LE BRET (stupefied) How now? What? Can it be. CYRANO (laughing bitterly) That I should love. (Changing his tone, gravely) I love. And may I know. never said... Come now, bethink you. fond hope to be Beloved, e'en by some poor graceless lady, Is, by this nose of mine for aye bereft me; This lengthy nose which, go where'er I will, Pokes yet a quarter-mile ahead of me; But I may love- and who? Tis Fate's decree I love the fairest- how were't otherwise? The fairest. Ay, the fairest of the world, Most brilliant- most refined- most golden-haired! Who is this lady? She's a danger mortal, All unsuspicious- full of charms unconscious, Like a sweet perfumed rose- a snare of nature, Within whose petals Cupid lurks in ambush! He who has seen her smile has known perfection, Instilling into trifles grace's essence, Divinity in every careless gesture; Not Venus' self can mount her conch blown sea-ward, As she can step into her chaise a porteurs, Nor Dian fleet across the woods spring-flowered, Light as my Lady o'er the stones of Paris. Sapristi! all is clear! As spiderwebs! Your cousin, Madeleine Robin? Roxane! Well, but so much the better! Tell her so! She saw your triumph here this very night! Look well at me- then tell me, with what hope This vile protuberance can inspire my heart! I do not lull me with illusions- yet At times I'm weak: in evening hours dim I enter some fair pleasance, perfumed sweet; With my poor ugly devil of a nose I scent spring's essence- in the silver rays I see some knight- a lady on his arm, And think 'To saunter thus 'neath the moonshine, I were fain to have my lady, too, beside! Thought soars to ecstasy. O sudden fall! The shadow of my profile on the wall! My friend. My friend, at times 'tis hard, tis bitter, To feel my loneliness- my own ill-favor... LE BRET (taking his hand) You weep? No, never! Think, how vilely suited Adown this nose a tear its passage tracing! I never will, while of myself I'm master, let the divinity of tears- their beauty Be wedded to such common ugly grossness. Nothing more solemn than a tear- sublimer; And I would not by weeping turn to laughter The grave emotion that a tear engenders! Never be sad! What's love. a chance of Fortune! CYRANO (shaking his head) Look I a Caesar to woo Cleopatra? A Tito to aspire to Berenice? Your courage and your wit. The little maid Who offered you refreshment even now, Her eyes did not abhor you- you saw well! CYRANO (impressed) True! Well, how then. I saw Roxane herself Was death-pale as she watched the duel. Pale? Her heart, her fancy, are already caught! Put it to th' touch! That she may mock my face? That is the one thing on this earth I fear! THE PORTER (introducing some one to Cyrano) Sir, some one asks for you... CYRANO (seeing the duenna) God! her duenna! Cyrano, Le Bret, the duenna. THE DUENNA (with a low bow) I was bid ask you where a certain lady Could see her valiant cousin- but in secret. CYRANO (overwhelmed) See me? THE DUENNA (courtesying) Ay, Sir! She has somewhat to tell. Somewhat. THE DUENNA (still courtesying) Ay, private matters! CYRANO (staggering) Ah, my God! THE DUENNA: To-morrow, at the early blush of dawn, We go to hear mass at St. Roch. CYRANO (leaning against Le Bret) My God! After- what place for a few minutes' speech? CYRANO (confused) Where? Ah. my God. Say! I reflect. Where? At- the pastry-house of Ragueneau. Where lodges he? The Rue- God. St. Honore! THE DUENNA (going) Good. Be you there. At seven. Without fail. (The duenna goes out. Then actors, actresses, Cuigy, Brissaille, Ligniere, the porter, the violinists. CYRANO (falling into Le Bret's arms) A rendezvous... her. You're sad no more! Ah! Let the world go burn! She knows I live! Now you'll be calm, I hope? CYRANO (beside himself for joy) Calm? I now calm? I'll be frenetic, frantic. raving mad! Oh, for an army to attack. a host! I've ten hearts in my breast; a score of arms; No dwarfs to cleave in twain. (Wildly) No! Giants now! poetryoff (For a few moments the shadows of the actors have been moving on the stage, whispers are heard- the rehearsal is beginning. The violinists are in their places. ) A VOICE FROM THE STAGE: Hollo there! Silence! We rehearse! CYRANO (laughing) We go! He moves away. By the big door enter Cuigy, Brissaille, and some officers, holding up Ligniere, who is drunk. ) Well, what now? A lusty thrush They're bringing you! CYRANO (recognizing him) Ligniere. has chanced? He seeks you! He dare not go home! Why not? LIGNIERE (in a husky voice, showing him a crumpled letter) This letter warns me... a hundred men... Revenge that threatens me... song, you know- At the Porte de Nesle. To get to my own house I must pass there. I dare not. me leave To sleep to-night beneath your roof! Allow... A hundred men? You'll sleep in your own bed! LIGNIERE (frightened) But- CYRANO (in a terrible voice, showing him the lighted lantern held by the porter, who is listening curiously) Take the lantern. (Ligniere seizes it) Let us start! I swear That I will make your bed to-night myself! To the officers) Follow; some stay behind, as witnesses! A hundred. Less, to-night- would be too few! The actors and actresses, in their costumes, have come down from the stage, and are listening. ) But why embroil yourself? Le Bret who scolds! That worthless drunkard. CYRANO (slapping Ligniere on the shoulder) Wherefore? For this cause; This wine-barrel, this cask of Burgundy, Did, on a day, an action full of grace; As he was leaving church, he saw his love Take holy water- he, who is affeared At water's taste, ran quickly to the stoup, And drank it all, to the last drop. AN ACTRESS: Indeed, that was a graceful thing! Ay, was it not? THE ACTRESS (to the others) But why a hundred men 'gainst one poor rhymer? March! Gentlemen, when you shall see me charge, Bear me no succor, none, whate'er the odds! ANOTHER ACTRESS (jumping from the stage) Oh! I shall come and see! Come, then! ANOTHER (jumping down- to an old actor) And you. Come all- the Doctor, Isabel, Leander, Come, for you shall add, in a motley swarm, The farce Italian to this Spanish drama! ALL THE WOMEN (dancing for joy) Bravo. a mantle, quick. my hood! Come on! Play us a march, gentlemen of the band! The violinists join the procession, which is forming. They take the footlights, and divide them for torches) Brave officers! next, women in costume, And, twenty paces on- He takes his place) I all alone, Beneath the plume that Glory lends, herself, To deck my beaver- proud as Scipio. - You hear me. I forbid you succor me. One, two three! Porter, open wide the doors! The porter opens the doors; a view of old Paris in the moonlight is seen) Ah. wrapped in night! half nebulous: The moonlight streams o'er the blue-shadowed roofs; A lovely frame for this wild battle-scene; Beneath the vapor's floating scarves, the Seine Trembles, mysterious, like a magic mirror, And, shortly, you shall see what you shall see! ALL: To the Porte de Nesle! CYRANO (standing on the threshold) Ay, to the Porte de Nesle! Turning to the actress) Did you not ask, young lady, for what cause Against this rhymer fivescore men were sent? He draws his sword; then, calmly) Twas that they knew him for a friend of mine! He goes out. Ligniere staggers first after him, then the actresses on the officers' arms- the actors. The procession starts to the sound of the violins and in the faint light of the candles. ) Curtain. Act II. The Poet's Eating-House. Ragueneau's cook and pastry-shop. A large kitchen at the corner of the Rue St. Honore and the Rue de l'Arbre Sec, which are seen in the background through the glass door, in the gray dawn. On the left, in the foreground, a counter, surmounted by a stand in forged iron, on which are hung geese, ducks, and water peacocks. In great china vases are tall bouquets of simple flowers, principally yellow sunflowers. On the same side, farther back, an immense open fireplace, in front of which, between monster firedogs, on each of which hangs a little saucepan; the roasts are dripping into the pans. On the right, foreground with door. Farther back, staircase leading to a little room under the roof, the entrance of which is visible through the open shutter. In this room a table is laid. A small Flemish luster is alight. It is a place for eating and drinking. A wooden gallery, continuing the staircase, apparently leads to other similar little rooms. In the middle of the shop an iron hoop is suspended from the ceiling by a string with which it can be drawn up and down, and big game is hung around it. The ovens in the darkness under the stairs give forth a red glow. The copper pans shine. The spits are turning. Heaps of food formed into pyramids. Hams suspended. It is the busy hour of the morning. Bustle and hurry of scullions, fat cooks, and diminutive apprentices, their caps profusely decorated with cock's feathers and wings of guinea-fowl. On metal and wicker plates they are bringing in piles of cakes and tarts. Tables laden with rolls and dishes of food. Other tables surrounded with chairs are ready for the consumers. A small table in a corner covered with papers, at which Ragueneau is seated writing on the rising of the curtain. Ragueneau, pastry-cooks, then Lise. Ragueneau is writing, with an inspired air, at a small table, and counting on his fingers. FIRST PASTRY-COOK (bringing in an elaborate fancy dish) Fruits in nougat! SECOND PASTRY-COOK (bringing another dish) Custard! THIRD PASTRY-COOK (bringing a roast, decorated with feathers) Peacock! FOURTH PASTRY-COOK (bringing a batch of cakes on a slab) Rissoles! FIFTH PASTRY-COOK (bringing a sort of pie-dish) Beef jelly! RAGUENEAU (ceasing to write, and raising his head) Aurora's silver rays begin to glint e'en now on the copper pans, and thou, O Ragueneau! must perforce stifle in thy breast the God of Song! Anon shall come the hour of the lute. now 'tis the hour of the oven! He rises. To a cook) You, make that sauce longer, tis too short! THE COOK: How much too short? Three feet. (He passes on farther. ) What means he? FIRST PASTRY-COOK (showing a dish to Ragueneau) The tart! SECOND PASTRY-COOK: The pie! RAGUENEAU (before the fire) My muse, retire, lest thy bright eyes be reddened by the fagot's blaze! To a cook, showing him some loaves) You have put the cleft o' th' loaves in the wrong place; know you not that the coesura should be between the hemistiches? To another, showing him an unfinished pasty) To this palace of paste you must add the roof... (To a young apprentice, who, seated on the ground, is spitting the fowls) And you, as you put on your lengthy spit the modest fowl and the superb turkey, my son, alternate them, as the old Malherbe loved well to alternate his long lines of verse with the short ones; thus shall your roasts, in strophes, turn before the flame! ANOTHER APPRENTICE (also coming up with a tray covered by a napkin) Master, I bethought me erewhile of your tastes, and made this, which will please you, I hope. (He uncovers the tray, and shows a large lyre made of pastry. ) RAGUENEAU (enchanted) A lyre! THE APPRENTICE: Tis of brioche pastry. RAGUENEAU (touched) With conserved fruits. The strings, see, are of sugar. RAGUENEAU (giving him a coin) Go, drink my health! Seeing Lise enter) Hush! My wife. Bustle, pass on, and hide that money! To Lise, showing her the lyre, with a conscious look) Is it not beautiful? LISE: Tis passing silly! She puts a pile of papers on the counter. ) Bags? Good. I thank you. (He looks at them) Heavens! my cherished leaves! The poems of my friends! Torn, dismembered, to make bags for holding biscuits and cakes. tis the old tale again. Orpheus and the Bacchantes! LISE (dryly) And am I not free to turn at last to some use the sole thing that your wretched scribblers of halting lines leave behind them by way of payment? Groveling ant. not the divine grasshoppers, the sweet singers! Before you were the sworn comrade of all that crew, my friend, you did not call your wife ant and Bacchante! To turn fair verse to such a use! Faith, tis all it's good for. Pray then, madam, to what use would you degrade prose? The same. Two children, who have just trotted into the shop. RAGUENEAU: What would you, little ones? FIRST CHILD: Three pies. RAGUENEAU (serving them) See, hot and well browned. SECOND CHILD: If it please you, Sir, will you wrap them up for us? RAGUENEAU (aside, distressed) Alas! one of my bags! To the children) What? Must I wrap them up? He takes a bag, and just as he is about to put in the pies, he reads) Ulysses thus, on leaving fair Penelope. Not that one! He puts it aside, and takes another, and as he is about to put in the pies, he reads) The gold-locked Phoebus. Nay, nor that one. (Same play. ) LISE (impatiently) What are you dallying for? Here! here! here (He chooses a third, resignedly) The sonnet to Phillis. tis hard to part with it! By good luck he has made up his mind at last! Shrugging her shoulders) Nicodemus! She mounts on a chair, and begins to range plates on a dresser. ) RAGUENEAU (taking advantage of the moment she turns her back, calls back the children, who are already at the door) Hist! children. me back the sonnet to Phillis, and you shall have six pies instead of three. (The children give him back the bag, seize the cakes quickly, and go out. ) RAGUENEAU (smoothing out the paper, begins to declaim) Phillis. On that sweet name a smear of butter! Phillis. (Cyrano enters hurriedly. ) Ragueneau, Lise, Cyrano, then the musketeer. CYRANO: What's o'clock? RAGUENEAU (bowing low) Six o'clock. CYRANO (with emotion) In one hour's time! He paces up and down the shop. ) RAGUENEAU (following him) Bravo! I saw... Well, what saw you, then? Your combat. That in the Burgundy Hotel, faith! CYRANO (contemptuously) Ah. duel! RAGUENEAU (admiringly) Ay! the duel in verse. He can talk of naught else! Well! Good! let be! RAGUENEAU (making passes with a spit that he catches up) At the envoi's end, I touch. the envoi's end, I touch. Tis fine, fine! With increasing enthusiasm) At the envoi's end- What hour is it now, Ragueneau? RAGUENEAU (stopping short in the act of thrusting to look at the clock) Five minutes after six. I touch! (He straightens himself. to write a ballade! LISE (to Cyrano, who, as he passes by the counter, has absently shaken hands with her) What's wrong with your hand? Naught; a slight cut. Have you been in some danger? None in the world. LISE (shaking her finger at him) Methinks you speak not the truth in saying that! Did you see my nose quiver when I spoke? Faith, it must have been a monstrous lie that should move it! Changing his tone) I wait some one here. Leave us alone, and disturb us for naught an it were not for crack of doom! But 'tis impossible; my poets are coming... LISE (ironically) Oh, ay, for their first meal o' the day! Prythee, take them aside when I shall make you sign to do so... 's o'clock? Ten minutes after six. CYRANO (nervously seating himself at Ragueneau's table, and drawing some paper toward him) A pen. RAGUENEAU (giving him the one from behind his ear) Here- a swan's quill. A MUSKETEER (with fierce mustache, enters, and in a stentorian voice) Good-day! Lise goes up to him quickly. ) CYRANO (turning round) Who's that? Tis a friend of my wife- a terrible warrior- at least so says he himself. CYRANO (taking up the pen, and motioning Ragueneau away) Hush! To himself) I will write, fold it, give it her, and fly! Throws down the pen) Coward. strike me dead if I dare to speak to her. even one single word! To Ragueneau) What time is it? A quarter after six. CYRANO (striking his breast) Ay- a single word of all those here! here! But writing, tis easier done... (He takes up the pen) Go to, I will write it, that love-letter! Oh! I have writ it and rewrit it in my own mind so oft that it lies there ready for pen and ink; and if I lay but my soul by my letter-sheet, tis naught to do but to copy from it. (He writes. Through the glass of the door the silhouettes of their figures move uncertainly and hesitatingly. ) Ragueneau, Lise, the musketeer. Cyrano at the little table writing. The poets, dressed in black, their stockings ungartered, and covered with mud. LISE (entering, to Ragueneau) Here they come, your mud-bespattered friends! FIRST POET (entering, to Ragueneau) Brother in art. SECOND POET (to Ragueneau, shaking his hands) Dear brother! THIRD POET: High soaring eagle among pastry-cooks! He sniffs) Marry! it smells good here in your eyrie! FOURTH POET: Tis at Phoebus' own rays that thy roasts turn! FIFTH POET: Apollo among master-cooks- RAGUENEAU (whom they surround and embrace) Ah! how quick a man feels at his ease with them. FIRST POET: We were stayed by the mob; they are crowded all round the Porte de Nesle. SECOND POET: Eight bleeding brigand carcasses strew the pavements there- all slit open with sword-gashes! CYRANO (raising his head a minute) Eight. methought seven. (He goes on writing. ) RAGUENEAU (to Cyrano) Know you who might be the hero of the fray? CYRANO (carelessly) Not I. LISE (to the musketeer) And you? Know you? THE MUSKETEER (twirling his mustache) Maybe! CYRANO (writing a little way off: he is heard murmuring a word from time to time) I love thee! 'Twas one man, say they all, ay, swear to it, one man who, single-handed, put the whole band to the rout! Twas a strange sight. pikes and cudgels strewed thick upon the ground. CYRANO (writing. Thine eyes. And they were picking up hats all the way to the Quai d'Orfevres! Sapristi! but he must have been a ferocious... CYRANO (same play. Thy lips. 'Twas a parlous fearsome giant that was the author of such exploits! CYRANO (same play. And when I see thee come, I faint for fear. ' SECOND POET (filching a cake) What hast rhymed of late, Ragueneau? CYRANO (same play. Who worships thee. (He stops, just as he is about to sign, and gets up, slipping the letter into his doublet) No need I sign, since I give it her myself. RAGUENEAU (to second poet) I have put a recipe into verse. THIRD POET (seating himself by a plate of cream-puffs) Go to! Let us hear these verses! FOURTH POET (looking at a cake which he has taken) Its cap is all a' one side! He makes one bite of the top. ) See how this gingerbread woos the famished rhymer with its almond eyes, and its eyebrows of angelica! He takes it. ) We listen. THIRD POET (squeezing a cream-puff gently) How it laughs! Till its very cream runs over! SECOND POET (biting a bit off the great lyre of pastry) This is the first time in my life that ever I drew any means of nourishing me from the lyre! RAGUENEAU (who has put himself ready for reciting, cleared his throat, settled his cap, struck an attitude) A recipe in verse. SECOND POET (to first, nudging him) You are breakfasting? FIRST POET (to second) And you dining, methinks. How almond tartlets are made. Beat your eggs up, light and quick; Froth them thick; Mingle with them while you beat Juice of lemon, essence fine; Then combine The burst milk of almonds sweet. Circle with a custard paste The slim waist Of your tartlet-molds; the top With a skillful finger print, Nick and dint, Round their edge, then, drop by drop, In its little dainty bed Your cream shed: In the oven place each mold: Reappearing, softly browned, The renowned Almond tartlets you behold! THE POETS (with mouths crammed full) Exquisite! Delicious! A POET (choking) Homph! They go up, eating. ) CYRANO (who has been watching, goes toward Ragueneau) Lulled by your voice, did you see how they were stuffing themselves? RAGUENEAU (in a low voice, smiling) Oh, ay! I see well enough, but I never will seem to look, fearing to distress them; thus I gain a double pleasure when I recite to them my poems; for I leave those poor fellows who have not breakfasted free to eat, even while I gratify my own dearest foible, see you? CYRANO (clapping him on the shoulder) Friend, I like you right well. (Ragueneau goes after his friends. Cyrano follows him with his eyes, then, rather sharply) Ho there! Lise! Lise, who is talking tenderly to the musketeer, starts, and comes down toward Cyrano) So this fine captain is laying siege to you? LISE (offended) One haughty glance of my eye can conquer any man that should dare venture aught 'gainst my virtue. Pooh! Conquering eyes, methinks, are oft conquered eyes. LISE (choking with anger) CYRANO (incisively) I like Ragueneau well, and so- mark me, Dame Lise- I permit not that he be rendered a laughing-stock by any... CYRANO (who has raised his voice so as to be heard by the gallant) A word to the wise... (He bows to the musketeer, and goes to the doorway to watch, after looking at the clock. ) LISE (to the musketeer, who has merely bowed in answer to Cyrano's bow) How now? Is this your courage. turn you not a jest on his nose? THE MUSKETEER: On his nose. ay... nose. (He goes quickly farther away; Lise follows him. ) CYRANO (from the doorway, signing to Ragueneau to draw the poets away) Hist. RAGUENEAU (showing them the door on the right) We shall be more private there... CYRANO (impatiently) Hist! Hist. RAGUENEAU (drawing them farther) To read poetry, tis better here... FIRST POET (despairingly, with his mouth full) What! leave the cakes. Never! Let's take them with us! They all follow Ragueneau in procession, after sweeping all the cakes off the trays. ) Cyrano, Roxane, the duenna. CYRANO: Ah! if I see but the faint glimmer of hope, then I draw out my letter! Roxane, masked, followed by the duenna, appears at the glass pane of the door. He opens quickly) Enter. (Walking up to the duenna) Two words with you, Duenna. Four, Sir, an it like you. Are you fond of sweet things? Ay, I could eat myself sick on them! CYRANO (catching up some of the paper bags from the counter) Good. See you these two sonnets of Monsieur Beuserade... CYRANO. I fill for you with cream cakes! THE DUENNA (changing her expression) Ha. What say you to the cake they call a little puff? If made with cream, Sir, I love them passing well. Here I plunge six for your eating into the bosom of a poem by Saint Amant! And in these verses of Chapelain I glide a lighter morsel. Stay, love you hot cakes? Ay, to the core of my heart! CYRANO (filling her arms with the bags) Pleasure me then; go eat them all in the street. CYRANO (pushing her out) And come not back till the very last crumb be eaten! He shuts the door, comes down toward Roxane, and, uncovering, stands at a respectful distance from her. ) Cyrano, Roxane. CYRANO: Blessed be the moment when you condescend- Remembering that humbly I exist- To come to meet me, and to say... tell. ROXANE (who has unmasked) To thank you first of all. That dandy count, Whom you checkmated in brave sword-play Last night. is the man whom a great lord, Desirous of my favor... Ha, De Guiche? ROXANE (casting down her eyes) Sought to impose on me... husband... Ay! Husband. dupe-husband. Husband a la mode! Bowing) Then I fought, happy chance! sweet lady, not For my ill favor- but your favors fair! ROXANE: Confession next. ere I make my shrift, You must be once again that brother-friend With whom I used to play by the lake-side. Ay, you would come each spring to Bergerac! Mind you the reeds you cut to make your swords. While you wove corn-straw plaits for your dolls' hair! Those were the days of games. And blackberries. In those days you did everything I bid. Roxane, in her short frock, was Madeleine... Was I fair then? You were not ill to see! Ofttimes, with hands all bloody from a fall, You'd run to me! Then- aping mother-ways- I, in a voice would-be severe, would chide. (She takes his hand) What is this scratch, again, that I see here? (She starts, surprised) Oh! Tis too much! What's this? Cyrano tries to draw away his hand) No, let me see! At your age, fie! Where did you get that scratch? I got it- playing at the Porte de Nesle. ROXANE (seating herself by the table, and dipping her handkerchief in a glass of water) Give here! CYRANO (sitting by her) So soft! so gay maternal-sweet! And tell me, while I wipe away the blood, How many 'gainst you? Oh! A hundred- near. Come, tell me! No, let be. But you, come tell The thing, just now, you dared not... ROXANE (keeping his hand) Now, I dare! The scent of those old days emboldens me! Yes, now I dare. Listen. I am in love. But with one who knows not. Not yet. But who, if he knows not, soon shall learn. A poor youth who all this time has loved Timidly, from afar, and dares not speak... Leave your hand; why, it is fever-hot. But I have seen love trembling on his lips. ROXANE (bandaging his hand with her handkerchief) And to think of it! that he by chance- Yes, cousin, he is of your regiment! ROXANE (laughing) Is cadet in your own company! On his brow he bears the genius-stamp; He is proud, noble, young, intrepid, fair... CYRANO (rising suddenly, very pale) Fair! Why, what ails you? Nothing; tis... (He shows his hand, smiling) This scratch! I love him; all is said. But you must know I have only seen him at the Comedy... How? You have never spoken? Eyes can speak. How know you then that he. Oh! people talk 'Neath the limes in the Place Royale... Gossip's chat Has let me know... He is cadet? In the Guards. His name? Baron Christian de Neuvillette. How now. is not of the Guards! To-day He is not join your ranks, under Captain Carbon de Castel-Jaloux. Ah, how quick, How quick the heart has flown. my poor child... THE DUENNA (opening the door) The cakes are eaten, Monsieur Bergerac! Then read the verses printed on the bags! She goes out. poor child, you who love but flowing words, Bright wit. what if he be a lout unskilled? No, his bright locks, like D'Urfe's heroes... A well-curled pate, and witless tongue, perchance! Ah no! I guess- I feel- his words are fair! All words are fair that lurk 'neath fair mustache! Suppose he were a fool. ROXANE (stamping her foot) Then bury me! CYRANO (after a pause) Was it to tell me this you brought me here? I fail to see what use this serves, Madame. Nay, but I felt a terror, here, in the heart, On learning yesterday you were Gascons All of your company... And we provoke All beardless sprigs that favor dares admit 'Midst us pure Gascons- pure! Heaven save the mark! They told you that as well? Ah! Think how I Trembled for him! CYRANO (between his teeth) Not causelessly! But when Last night I saw you. brave, invincible. Punish that dandy, fearless hold your own Against those brutes, I thought- I thought, if he Whom all fear, all- if he would only... Good. I will befriend your little Baron. You'll promise me you will do this for me? I've always held you as a tender friend. Ay, ay. Then you will be his friend? I swear! And he shall fight no duels, promise! None. You are kind, cousin! Now I must be gone. (She puts on her mask and veil quickly; then, absently) You have not told me of your last night's fray. Ah, but it must have been a hero-fight. - Bid him to write. (She sends him a kiss with her fingers) How good you are! Ay! Ay! A hundred men against you? Now, farewell. We are great friends? Ay, ay! Oh, bid him write! You'll tell me all one day- A hundred men. Ah, brave. brave! CYRANO (bowing to her) I have fought better since. (She goes out. Cyrano stands motionless, with eyes on the ground. A silence. The door (right) opens. Ragueneau looks in. ) Cyrano, Ragueneau, poets, Carbon de Castel-Jaloux, the cadets, a crowd, then De Guiche. RAGUENEAU: Can we come in? CYRANO (without stirring) Yes... (Ragueneau signs to his friends, and they come in. At the same time, by door at back, enters Carbon de Castel-Jaloux, in Captain's uniform. He makes gestures of surprise on seeing Cyrano. ) CARBON: Here he is! CYRANO (raising his head) Captain. CARBON (delightedly) Our hero! We heard all! Thirty or more Of my cadets are there. CYRANO (shrinking back) CARBON (trying to draw him away) Come with me! They will not rest until they see you! They're drinking opposite, at The Bear's Head. CARBON (going to the door and calling across the street in a voice of thunder) He won't come! The hero's in the sulks! A VOICE (outside) Ah! Sandious! Tumult outside. Noise of boots and swords is heard approaching. ) CARBON (rubbing his hands) They are running 'cross the street! CADETS (entering) Mille dious! Capdedious! Pocapdedious! RAGUENEAU (drawing back startled) Gentlemen, are you all from Gascony? THE CADETS: All! A CADET (to Cyrano) Bravo! Baron! ANOTHER (shaking his hands) Vivat! THIRD CADET: Come! I must embrace you! SEVERAL GASCONS: We'll embrace Him, all in turn! CYRANO (not knowing whom to reply to) Baron. I beg... Are you all Barons, Sirs? Ay, every one! Is it true. FIRST CADET: Ay- why, you could build a tower With nothing but our coronets, my friend! LE BRET (entering, and running up to Cyrano) They're looking for you! Here's a crazy mob Led by the men who followed you last night... CYRANO (alarmed) What! Have you told them where to find me? LE BRET (rubbing his hands) A BURGHER (entering, followed by a group of men) Sir, all the Marais is a-coming here! Outside the street has filled with people. Chaises a porteurs and carriages have drawn up. ) LE BRET (in a low voice, smiling, to Cyrano) And Roxane? CYRANO (quickly) THE CROWD (calling outside) Cyrano. (A crowd rush into the shop, pushing one another. Acclamations. ) RAGUENEAU (standing on a table) Lo! my shop Invaded! They break all! Magnificent! PEOPLE (crowding round Cyrano) My friend. friend... Cyrano: Meseems that yesterday I had not all these friends! LE BRET (delighted) Success! A YOUNG MARQUIS (hurrying up with his hands held out) My friend, Didst thou but know... Thou. when Did we herd swine together, you and I! I would present you, Sir, to some fair dames Who in my carriage yonder... CYRANO (coldly) Ah! and who Will first present you, Sir, to me? What's wrong? A MAN OF LETTERS (with writing-board) A few details. LE BRET (nudging his elbow) Tis Theophrast, Renaudet. the 'Court Gazette' Who cares? This paper- but it is of great importance. They say it will be an immense success! A POET (advancing) Sir... What, another! THE POET. permit I make A pentacrostic on your name... SOME ONE (also advancing) Pray, Sir... Enough! Enough! A movement in the crowd. De Guiche appears, escorted by officers. Cuigy, Brissaille, the officers who went with Cyrano the night before. Cuigy comes rapidly up to Cyrano. ) CUIGY (to Cyrano) Here is Monsieur de Guiche? A murmur- every one makes way) He comes from the Marshal of Gassion! DE GUICHE (bowing to Cyrano. would express his admiration, Sir, For your new exploit noised so loud abroad. THE CROWD: CYRANO (bowing) The Marshal is a judge of valor. He could not have believed the thing, unless These gentlemen had sworn they witnessed it. With our own eyes! LE BRET (aside to Cyrano, who has an absent air) But. But... suffer? CYRANO (starting) Before this rabble. I. (He draws himself up, twirls his mustache, and throws back his shoulders) Wait. shall see! DE GUICHE (to whom Cuigy has spoken in a low voice) In feats of arms, already your career Abounded. You serve with those crazy pates Of Gascons? Ay, with the Cadets. A CADET (in a terrible voice) With us! DE GUICHE (looking at the cadets, ranged behind Cyrano) Ah. these gentlemen of haughty mien, Are they the famous. Ay, Captain! Since all my company's assembled here, Pray favor me. present them to my lord! CYRANO (making two steps toward De Guiche) My Lord de Guiche, permit that I present- pointing to the cadets) The bold Cadets of Gascony, Of Carbon of Castel-Jaloux! Brawling and swaggering boastfully, The bold Cadets of Gascony! Spouting of Armory, Heraldry, Their veins a-brimming with blood so blue, Of Carbon of Castel-Jaloux: Eagle-eye, and spindle-shanks, Fierce mustache, and wolfish tooth! Slash-the-rabble and scatter-their-ranks; Eagle-eye and spindle-shanks, With a flaming feather that gayly pranks, Hiding the holes in their hats, forsooth! Pink-your-Doublet' and 'Slit-your-Trunk' Are their gentlest sobriquets; With Fame and Glory their soul is drunk! Pink-your-Doublet' and 'Slit-your-Trunk, In brawl and skirmish they show their spunk, Give rendezvous in broil and fray; Are their gentlest sobriquets! What, ho! Cadets of Gascony! All jealous lovers are sport for you! O Woman! dear divinity! Whom scowling husbands quake to see. Blow, taratara. and cry 'Cuckoo. ' Husbands and lovers are game for you! DE GUICHE (seated with haughty carelessness in an armchair brought quickly by Ragueneau) A poet! Tis the fashion of the hour! Will you be mine? No, Sir. no man's! Last night Your fancy pleased my uncle Richelieu. I'll gladly say a word to him for you. LE BRET (overjoyed) Great Heavens! I imagine you have rhymed Five acts, or so? LE BRET (in Cyrano's ear) Your play. your 'Agrippine! You'll see it staged at last! Take them to him. CYRANO (beginning to be tempted and attracted) In sooth. I would... He is a critic skilled: He may correct a line or two, at most. CYRANO (whose face stiffens at once) Impossible! My blood congeals to think That other hand should change a comma's dot. But when a verse approves itself to him He pays it dear, good friend. He pays less dear Than I myself; when a verse pleases me I pay myself, and sing it to myself! You are proud. Really? You have noticed that? A CADET (entering, with a string of old battered plumed beaver hats, full of holes, slung on his sword) See, Cyrano. this morning, on the quay What strange bright-feathered game we caught! The hats O' the fugitives... 'Spolia opima! ALL (laughing) Ah! ah! ah! He who laid that ambush, faith! Must curse and swear! Who was it? I myself. (The laughter stops) I charged them- work too dirty for my sword, To punish and chastise a rhymster sot. (Constrained silence. ) The CADET (in a low voice, to Cyrano, showing him the beavers) What do with them? They're full of grease. a stew? CYRANO (taking the sword and, with a salute, dropping the hats at De Guiche's feet) Sir, pray be good enough to render them Back to your friends. DE GUICHE (rising, sharply) My chair there- quick. I go! To Cyrano passionately) As to you, sirrah. VOICE (in the street) Porters for my lord De Guiche! DE GUICHE (who has controlled himself- smiling) Have you read 'Don Quixote' I have! And doff my hat at th' mad knight-errant's name. I counsel you to study... A PORTER (appearing at back) My lord's chair! DE GUICHE. windmill chapter! Chapter the Thirteenth. For when one tilts 'gainst windmills- it may chance... Tilt I 'gainst those who change with every breeze? DE GUICHE. windmill sails may sweep you with their arm Down- in the mire. Or upward- to the stars! De Guiche goes out, and mounts into his chair. The other lords go away whispering together. Le Bret goes to the door with them. The crowd disperses. ) Cyrano, Le Bret, the cadets, who are eating and drinking at the tables right and left. CYRANO (bowing mockingly to those who go out without daring to salute him) Gentlemen. Gentlemen... LE BRET (coming back, despairingly) Here's a fine coil! Oh! scold away! At least, you will agree That to annihilate each chance of Fate Exaggerates... Yes. I exaggerate! LE BRET (triumphantly) But for principle- example too. I think 'tis well thus to exaggerate. Oh! lay aside that pride of musketeer, Fortune and glory wait you. Ay, and then. Seek a protector, choose a patron out, And like the crawling ivy round a tree That licks the bark to gain the trunk's support, Climb high by creeping ruse instead of force? No, grammercy! What! I, like all the rest Dedicate verse to bankers. play buffoon In cringing hope to see, at last, a smile Not disapproving, on a patron's lips? Grammercy, no! What! learn to swallow toads? With frame aweary climbing stairs. a skin Grown grimed and horny. here, about the knees? And, acrobat-like, teach my back to bend. No, grammercy! Or. double-faced and sly- Run with the hare, while hunting with the hounds; And, oily-tongued, to win the oil of praise, Flatter the great man to his very nose? No, grammercy! Steal soft from lap to lap, A little great man in a circle small, Or navigate, with madrigals for sails, Blown gently windward by old ladies' sighs? No, grammercy! Bribe kindly editors To spread abroad my verses? Grammercy! Or try to be elected as the pope Of tavern-councils held by imbeciles? No, grammercy! Toil to gain reputation By one small sonnet, stead of making many? No, grammercy! Or flatter sorry bunglers? Be terrorized by every prating paper? Say ceaselessly, Oh, had I but the chance Of a fair notice in the "Mercury. Grammercy, no! Grow pale, fear, calculate? Prefer to make a visit to a rhyme? Seek introductions, draw petitions up? No, grammercy! and no! and no again! But- sing? Dream, laugh, go lightly, solitary, free, With eyes that look straight forward- fearless voice! To cock your beaver just the way you choose. For 'yes' or 'no' show fight, or turn a rhyme! To work without one thought of gain or fame, To realize that journey to the moon! Never to pen a line that has not sprung Straight from the heart within. Embracing then Modesty, say to oneself, Good my friend, Be thou content with flowers. fruit. nay, leaves, But pluck them from no garden but thine own! And then, if glory come by chance your way, To pay no tribute unto Caesar, none, But keep the merit all your own! In short, Disdaining tendrils of the parasite, To be content, if neither oak nor elm- Not to mount high, perchance, but mount alone! Alone, an if you will! But not with hand 'Gainst every man! How in the devil's name Have you conceived this lunatic idea, To make foes for yourself at every turn? By dint of seeing you at every turn Make friends. and fawn upon your frequent friends With mouth wide smiling, slit from ear to ear! I pass, still unsaluted, joyfully, And cry. What, ho! another enemy? Lunacy! Well, what if it be my vice, My pleasure to displease- to love men hate me! Ah, friend of mine, believe me, I march better 'Neath the cross-fire of glances inimical! How droll the stains one sees on fine-laced doublets, From gall of envy, or the poltroon's drivel! The enervating friendship which enfolds you Is like an open-laced Italian collar, Floating around your neck in woman's fashion; One is at ease thus. but less proud the carriage! The forehead, free from mainstay or coercion, Bends here, there, everywhere. But I, embracing Hatred, she lends. forbidding, stiffly fluted, The ruff's starched folds that hold the head so rigid; Each enemy- another fold- a gopher, Who adds constraint, and adds a ray of glory; For Hatred, like the ruff worn by the Spanish, Grips like a vice, but frames you like a halo! LE BRET (after a silence, taking his arm) Speak proud aloud, and bitter. In my ear Whisper me simply this. She loves thee not! CYRANO (vehemently) Christian has just entered, and mingled with the cadets, who do not speak to him; he has seated himself at a table, where Lise serves him. ) Cyrano, Le Bret, the cadets, Christian de Neuvillette. A CADET (seated at a table, glass in hand) Cyrano turns round) The story! In its time! He goes up on Le Bret's arm. They talk in low voices. ) THE CADET (rising and coming down) The story of the fray! Twill lesson well (He stops before the table where Christian is seated) This timid young apprentice! CHRISTIAN (raising his head) Prentice! Who? ANOTHER CADET: This sickly Northern greenhorn! Sickly! FIRST CADET (mockingly) Hark! Monsieur de Neuvillette, this in your ear: There's somewhat here, one no more dares to name, Than to say 'rope' to one whose sire was hanged! What may that be? ANOTHER CADET (in a terrible voice) See here! He puts his finger three times, mysteriously, on his nose) Do you understand? Oh! tis the... Hush! oh, never breathe that word, Unless you'd reckon with him yonder! He points to Cyrano, who is talking with Le Bret. ) ANOTHER (who has meanwhile come up noiselessly to sit on the table- whispering behind him) He put two snuffling men to death, in rage, For the sole reason they spoke through their nose! ANOTHER (in a hollow voice, darting on all-fours from under the table, where he had crept) And if you would not perish in flower o' youth, Oh, mention not the fatal cartilage! ANOTHER (clapping him on the shoulder) A word? A gesture! For the indiscreet His handkerchief may prove his winding-sheet! Silence. All, with crossed arms, look at Christian. He rises and goes over to Carbon de Castel-Jaloux, who is talking to an officer, and feigns to see nothing. ) Captain! CARBON (turning and looking at him from head to foot) Pray, what skills it best to do To Southerners who swagger. Give them proof That one may be a Northerner, yet brave! He turns his back on him. ) I thank you. FIRST CADET (to Cyrano) Now the tale! The tale! CYRANO (coming toward them) The tale. (All bring their stools up, and group round him, listening eagerly. Christian is astride a chair) Well! I went all alone to meet the band. The moon was shining, clock-like, full i' th' sky, When, suddenly, some careful clockwright passed A cloud of cotton-wool across the case That held this silver watch. And, presto! heigh! The night was inky black, and all the quays Were hidden in the murky dark. Gadsooks! One could see nothing further... Than one's nose! Silence. All slowly rise, looking in terror at Cyrano, who has stopped- dumbfounded. Pause. ) Who on God's earth is that? A CADET (whispering) It is a man Who joined to-day. CYRANO (making a step toward Christian) To-day? CARBON (in a low voice) Yes... name is The Baron de Neuvil... CYRANO (checking himself) Good! It is well... (He turns pale, flushes, makes as if to fall on Christian) He controls himself) What said I. (With a burst of rage) MORDIOUS. (Then continues calmly) That it was dark. (Astonishment. The cadets reseat themselves, staring at him) On I went, thinking, For a knavish cause I may provoke some great man, some great prince, Who certainly could break. My nose. (Every one starts up. Christian balances on his chair. ) CYRANO (in a choked voice. My teeth! Who would break my teeth, and I, imprudent-like, Was poking. 'My finger. the crack Between the tree and bark! He may prove strong And rap me. Over the nose... CYRANO (wiping his forehead. O' th' knuckles! Ay, But I cried, Forward, Gascon! Duty calls! On, Cyrano. And thus I ventured on... When, from the shadow, came... A crack o' th' nose. I parry it- find myself... Nose to nose... CYRANO (bounding on to him) Heaven and earth! All the Gascons leap up to see, but when he is close to Christian he controls himself and continues. a hundred brawling sots, Who stank... A noseful... CYRANO (white, but smiling) Onions, brandy-cups! I leapt out, head well down... Nosing the wind! I charge. gore two, impale one- run him through, One aims at me- Paf! and I parry... Pif! CYRANO (bursting out) Great God! Out! all of you! The cadets rush to the doors. ) The tiger wakes! Every man, out! Leave me alone with him! SECOND CADET: We shall find him minced fine, minced into hash In a big pasty! I am turning pale, And curl up, like a napkin, limp and white! Let us be gone. He will not leave a crumb! I die of fright to think what will pass here! ANOTHER (shutting door right) Something too horrible! All have gone out by different doors, some by the staircase. Cyrano and Christian are face to face, looking at each other for a moment. ) Cyrano, Christian. CYRANO: Embrace me now! You are brave. Oh! but... Nay, I insist. Pray tell me... Come, embrace! I am her brother. Whose brother? Hers i' faith! Roxane's! CHRISTIAN (rushing up to him) O heavens! Her brother. Cousin- brother. same thing! And she has told you. She loves me? say! CHRISTIAN (taking his hands) How glad I am to meet you, Sir! That may be called a sudden sentiment! I ask your pardon... CYRANO (looking at him, with his hand on his shoulder) True, he's fair, the villain! Ah, Sir! If you but knew my admiration. But all those noses. Oh! I take them back! Roxane expects a letter. Woe the day! How? I am lost if I but ope my lips! I am a fool- could die for shame! None is a fool who knows himself a fool. And you did not attack me like a fool. Bah! One finds battle-cry to lead th' assault! I have a certain military wit, But, before women, can but hold my tongue. Their eyes! True, when I pass, their eyes are kind... And, when you stay, their hearts, methinks, are kinder? No! for I am one of those men- tongue-tied, I know it- who can never tell their love. And I, meseems, had Nature been more kind, More careful, when she fashioned me. had been One of those men who well could speak their love! Oh, to express one's thoughts with facile grace. CYRANO. be a musketeer, with handsome face! Roxane is precieuse. I'm sure to prove A disappointment to her! CYRANO (looking at him) Had I but Such an interpreter to speak my soul! CHRISTIAN (with despair) Eloquence! Where to find it? CYRANO (abruptly) That I lend, If you lend me your handsome victor-charms; Blended, we make a hero of romance! Think you you can repeat what things I daily teach your tongue? Roxane shall never have a disillusion! Say, wilt thou that we woo her, double-handed? Wilt thou that we two woo her, both together? Feel'st thou, passing from my leather doublet, Through thy laced doublet, all my soul inspiring? But, Cyrano. Will you, I say? I fear! Since, by yourself, you fear to chill her heart, Will you- to kindle all her heart to flame- Wed into one my phrases and your lips? Your eyes flash! Will you? Will it please you so? Give you such pleasure? CYRANO (madly) It. (Then calmly, business-like) It would amuse me! It is an enterprise to tempt a poet. Will you complete me, and let me complete you? You march victorious. I go in your shadow; Let me be wit for you, be you my beauty! The letter, that she waits for even now! I never can... CYRANO (taking out the letter he had written) See! Here it is- your letter! What? Take it! Look, it wants but the address. Fear nothing. Send it. It will suit. But have you. Oh! We have our pockets full, We poets, of love-letters, writ to Chloes, Daphnes- creations of our noddle-heads. Our lady-loves. phantasms of our brains, Dream-fancies blown into soap-bubbles! Come! Take it, and change feigned love-words into true; I breathed my sighs and moans haphazard-wise; Call all these wandering love-birds home to nest. You'll see that I was in these lettered lines, Eloquent all the more, the less sincere! Take it, and make an end! Were it not well To change some words? Written haphazard-wise, Will it fit Roxane? Twill fit like a glove! Ah, credulity of love! Roxane Will think each word inspired by herself! My friend! He throws himself into Cyrano's arms. They remain thus. ) Cyrano, Christian, the Gascons, the musketeer, Lise. A CADET (half opening the door) Naught here. silence of the grave! I dare not look... (He puts his head in) Why. ALL THE CADETS (entering, and seeing Cyrano and Christian embracing) Oh. A CADET: This passes all! Consternation. ) THE MUSKETEER (mockingly) Ho, ho. Our demon has become a saint? Struck on one nostril- lo! he turns the other! MUSKETEER: Then we may speak about his nose, henceforth. (Calling to Lise, boastfully) Ah, Lise, see here! Sniffing ostentatiously) O heavens. a stink. (Going up to Cyrano) You, sir, without a doubt have sniffed it up! What is the smell I notice here? CYRANO (cuffing his head) Clove-heads. (General delight. The cadets have found the old Cyrano again! They turn somersaults. ) Curtain. Roxane's Kiss. A small square in the old Marais. Old houses. A perspective of little streets. On the right Roxane's house and the wall of her garden overhung with thick foliage. Window and balcony over the door. A bench in front. From the bench and the stones jutting out of the wall it is easy to climb to the balcony. In front of an old house in the same style of brick and stone. The knocker of this door is bandaged with linen like a sore thumb. At the rising of the curtain the duenna is seated on the bench. The window on Roxane's balcony is wide open. Ragueneau is standing near the door in a sort of livery. He has just finished relating something to the duenna, and is wiping his eyes. Ragueneau, the duenna. Then Roxane, Cyrano, and two pages. RAGUENEAU: And then, off she went, with a musketeer! Deserted and ruined too, I would make an end of all, and so hanged myself. My last breath was drawn: then in comes Monsieur de Bergerac! He cuts me down, and begs his cousin to take me for her steward. Well, but how came it about that you were thus ruined? Oh! Lise loved the warriors, and I loved the poets! What cakes there were that Apollo chanced to leave were quickly snapped up by Mars. Thus ruin was not long a-coming. THE DUENNA (rising, and calling up to the open window) Roxane, are you ready? They wait for us! ROXANE'S VOICE (from the window) I will but put me on a cloak! THE DUENNA (to Ragueneau, showing him the door opposite) They wait us there opposite, at Clomire's house. She receives them all there to-day- the precieuses, the poets; they read a discourse on the Tender Passion. The Tender Passion? THE DUENNA (in a mincing voice) Ay, indeed! Calling up to the window) Roxane, an you come not down quickly, we shall miss the discourse on the Tender Passion! ROXANE'S VOICE: I come! I come! A sound of stringed instruments approaching. ) CYRANO'S VOICE (behind the scenes, singing) La, la, la, la! THE DUENNA (surprised) They serenade us? CYRANO (followed by two pages with arch-lutes) I tell you they are demi-semi-quavers, demi-semi-fool! FIRST PAGE (ironically) You know then, Sir, to distinguish between semi-quavers and demi-semi- quavers? Is not every disciple of Gassendi a musician? THE PAGE (playing and singing) La, la! CYRANO (snatching the lute from him, and going on with the phrase) In proof of which, I can continue! La, la, la, la! ROXANE (appearing on the balcony) What? Tis you? CYRANO (going on with the air, and singing to it) Tis I, who come to serenade your lilies, and pay my devoir to your ro-o-oses! I am coming down! She leaves the balcony. ) THE DUENNA (pointing to the pages) How come these two virtuosi here? Tis for a wager I won of D'Assoucy. We were disputing a nice point in grammar; contradictions raged hotly. Tis so. Nay, tis so! when suddenly he shows me these two long-shanks, whom he takes about with him as an escort, and who are skillful in scratching lute-strings with their skinny claws! I will wager you a day's music. says he. And lost it! Thus, see you, till Phoebus' chariot starts once again, these lute-twangers are at my heels, seeing all I do, hearing all I say, and accompanying all with melody. 'Twas pleasant at the first, but i' faith, I begin to weary of it already! To the musicians) Ho there! go serenade Montfleury for me! Play a dance to him! The pages go toward the door. To the duenna) I have come, as is my wont, nightly, to ask Roxane whether... (To the pages, who are going out) Play a long time. and play out of tune! To the duenna. Whether her soul's elected is ever the same, ever faultless! ROXANE (coming out of the house) Ah! How handsome he is, how brilliant a wit! And- how well I love him! CYRANO (smiling) Christian has so brilliant a wit? Brighter than even your own, cousin! Be it so, with all my heart! Ah! methinks 'twere impossible that there could breathe a man on this earth skilled to say as sweetly as he all the pretty nothings that mean so much- that mean all! At times his mind seems far away, the Muse says naught- and then, presto! he speaks- bewitchingly! enchantingly! CYRANO (incredulously) No, no! Fie! That is ill said! But lo! men are ever thus! Because he is fair to see, you would have it that he must be dull of speech. He hath an eloquent tongue in telling his love? In telling his love? why, tis not simple telling, tis dissertation, tis analysis! How is he with the pen? Still better! Listen. here: Reciting) The more of my poor heart you take The larger grows my heart! (Triumphantly to Cyrano) How like you those lines? And thus it goes on... 'And, since some target I must show For Cupid's cruel dart, Oh, if mine own you deign to keep, Then give me your sweet heart! Lord! first he has too much, then anon not enough! How much heart does the fellow want? You would vex a saint. tis your jealousy. What mean you? Ay, your poet's jealousy! Hark now, if this again be not tender-sweet. 'My heart to yours sounds but one cry: If kisses fast could flee By letter, then with your sweet lips My letters read should be! If kisses could be writ with ink, If kisses fast could flee! CYRANO (smiling approvingly in spite of himself) Ha! those last lines are. hm. (Correcting himself- contemptuously) They are paltry enough! And this... CYRANO (enchanted) Then you have his letters by heart? Every one of them! By all oaths that can be sworn. tis flattering! They are the lines of a master! CYRANO (modestly) Come, nay. a master. Ay, I say it- a master! Good- be it so. THE DUENNA (coming down quickly) Here comes Monsieur de Guiche! To Cyrano, pushing him toward the house) In with you! twere best he see you not; it might perchance put him on the scent... ROXANE (to Cyrano) Ay, of my own dear secret! He loves me, and is powerful, and, if he knew, then all were lost! Marry! he could well deal a deathblow to my love! CYRANO (entering the house) Good! good! De Guiche appears. ) Roxane, De Guiche, the duenna standing a little way off. ROXANE (courtesying to De Guiche) I was going out. I come to take my leave. Whither go you? To the war. Ay, to-night. I am ordered away. We are to besiege Arras. Ah- to besiege. Ay. My going moves you not, meseems. I am grieved to the core of the heart. Shall I again behold you... I know not. Heard you that I am named commander. ROXANE (indifferently) Of the Guards regiment. ROXANE (startled) What! the Guards? Ay, where serves your cousin, the swaggering boaster. I will find a way to revenge myself on him at Arras. ROXANE (choking) What mean you? The Guards go to Arras? DE GUICHE (laughing) Bethink you, is it not my own regiment? ROXANE (falling seated on the bench- aside) Christian! ROXANE (moved deeply) Oh- I am in despair! The man one loves. at the war! DE GUICHE (surprised and delighted) You say such sweet words to me! Tis the first time. and just when I must quit you! ROXANE (collected, and fanning herself) Thus. you would fain revenge your grudge against my cousin? My fair lady is on his side? Nay. against him! Do you see him often? But very rarely. He is ever to be met now in company with one of the cadets... New- villen- viller- Of high stature? Fair-haired! Ay, a red-headed fellow! Handsome. Tut! But dull-witted. One would think so, to look at him! Changing her tone) How mean you to play your revenge on Cyrano? Perchance you think to put him i' the thick of the shots? Nay, believe me, that were a poor vengeance- he would love such a post better than aught else! I know the way to wound his pride far more keenly! What then? Tell... If, when the regiment march to Arras, he were left here with his beloved boon companions, the Cadets, to sit with crossed arms so long as the war lasted! There is your method, would you enrage a man of his kind; cheat him of his chance of mortal danger, and you punish him right fiercely. DE GUICHE (coming nearer) O woman! woman! Who but a woman had e'er devised so subtle a trick? See you not how he will eat out his heart, while his friends gnaw their thick fists for that they are deprived of the battle? So are you best avenged. You love me, then, a little? She smiles) I would fain- seeing you thus espouse my cause, Roxane- believe it a proof of love! Tis a proof of love! DE GUICHE (showing some sealed papers) Here are the marching orders; they will be sent instantly to each company- except- He detaches one) This one! Tis that of the Cadets. (He puts it in his pocket) This I keep. (Laughing) Ha! ha! ha! Cyrano! His love of battle. you can play tricks on people. of all ladies! Sometimes! DE GUICHE (coming close to her) Oh! how I love you. to distraction! Listen! To-night- true, I ought to start- but- how leave you now that I feel your heart is touched! Hard by, in the Rue d'Orleans, is a convent founded by Father Athanasius, the syndic of the Capuchins. True that no layman may enter- but- I can settle that with the good Fathers! Their habit sleeves are wide enough to hide me in. 'Tis they who serve Richelieu's private chapel: and from respect to the uncle, fear the nephew. All will deem me gone. I will come to you, masked. Give me leave to wait till tomorrow, sweet Lady Fanciful! But, of this be rumored, your glory... Bah! But the siege- Arras... 'Twill take its chance. Grant but permission. Give me leave! ROXANE (tenderly) It were my duty to forbid you! You must go! Aside) Christian stays here. (Aloud) I would have you heroic- Antoine! O heavenly word! You love, then, him. ROXANE. whom I trembled. DE GUICHE (in an ecstasy) Ah! I go then! He kisses her hand) Are you content? Yes, my friend! He goes out. ) THE DUENNA (making behind his back a mocking courtesy) ROXANE (to the duenna) Not a word of what I have done. Cyrano would never pardon me for stealing his fighting from him! She calls toward the house) Cousin! Roxane, The duenna, Cyrano. ROXANE: We are going to Clomire's house. (She points to the door opposite) Alcandre and Lysimon are to discourse! THE DUENNA (putting her little finger in her ear) Yes! But my little finger tells me we shall miss them. 'Twere a pity to miss such apes! They have come to Clomire's door. ) Oh, see! The knocker is muffled up! Speaking to the knocker) So they have gagged that metal tongue of yours, little noisy one, lest it should disturb the fine orators! She lifts it carefully and knocks with precaution. ) ROXANE (seeing that the door opens) Let us enter! On the threshold, to Cyrano) If Christian comes, as I feel sure he will, bid him wait for me! CYRANO (quickly, as she is going in) Listen! She turns) What mean you to question him on, as is your wont, to-night? Oh- CYRANO (eagerly) Well, say. But you will be mute? Mute as a fish. I shall not question him at all, but say: Give rein to your fancy! Prepare not your speeches. but speak the thoughts as they come! Speak to me of love, and speak splendidly! Very good! But secret. Secret. Not a word! She enters and shuts the door. ) CYRANO (when the door is shut, bowing to her) A thousand thanks! The door opens again, and Roxane puts her head out. ) Lest he prepare himself! The devil. no, no! BOTH TOGETHER: The door shuts. ) CYRANO (calling) I know all that is needful. Here's occasion For you to deck yourself with glory. Come, Lose no time; put away those sulky looks, Come to your house with me, I'll teach you... I will wait for Roxane here. How? Crazy? Come quick with me and learn... No, no! I say. I am aweary of these borrowed letters, Borrowed love-makings! Thus to act a part, And tremble all the time. Twas well enough At the beginning. Now I know she loves! I fear no longer. I will speak myself. Mercy! And how know you I cannot speak. I am not such a fool when all is said! I've by your lessons profited. You'll see I shall know how to speak alone! The devil! I know at least to clasp her in my arms! Seeing Roxane come out from Clomire's house) It is she! Cyrano, no. Leave me not! Speak for yourself, my friend, and take your chance. (He disappears behind the garden wall. ) Christian, Roxane, the duenna. ROXANE (coming out of Clomire's house, with a company of friends, whom she leaves. Bows and good-byes) Barthenoide. Alcandre. Gremione. THE DUENNA (bitterly disappointed) We've missed the speech upon the Tender Passion! Goes into Roxane's house. ) ROXANE (still bowing) Urimedonte- adieu! All bow to Roxane and to each other, and then separate, going up different streets. Roxane suddenly seeing Christian) You! She goes to him) Evening falls. Let's sit. Speak on. I listen. CHRISTIAN (sits by her on the bench. A silence) Oh! I love you! ROXANE (shutting her eyes) Ay, speak to me of love. I love thee! That's The theme! But vary it. Vary it! I love you so! Oh! without doubt. and then. And then- I should be- oh. so glad- so glad If you would love me. Roxane, tell me so! ROXANE (with a little grimace) I hoped for cream. you give me gruel! Say How love possesses you? Oh utterly! Come, come. those tangled sentiments! Your throat I'd kiss it! ROXANE (half-rising) Again! CHRISTIAN (eagerly, detaining her) No, no! I love thee not! ROXANE (reseating herself) Tis well! But I adore thee! ROXANE (rising, and going further off) I am grown stupid! ROXANE (dryly) And that displeases me, almost as much As 'twould displease me if you grew ill-favored. Rally your poor eloquence that's flown! Yes, you love me, that I know. Adieu. (She goes toward her house. ) Oh, go not yet! I'd tell you- ROXANE (opening the door) You adore me? I've heard it very oft. No. Go away! But I would fain... (She shuts the door in his face. ) CYRANO (who has re-entered unseen) I' faith! It is successful! Christian, Cyrano, two pages. CHRISTIAN: Come to my aid! Not I! But I shall die, Unless at once I win back her fair favor. And how can I, at once, i' th' devil's name, Lesson you in... CHRISTIAN (seizing his arm) Oh, she is there! The window of the balcony is now lighted up. ) CYRANO (moved) Her window! Oh! I shall die! Speak lower! CHRISTIAN (in a whisper) I shall die! The night is dark... Well! All can be repaired. Although you merit not. Stand there, poor wretch! Fronting the balcony! I'll go beneath And prompt your words to you... Hold your tongue! THE PAGES (reappearing at back- to Cyrano) Ho! He signs to them to speak softly. ) FIRST PAGE (in a low voice) We've played the serenade you bade To Montfleury! CYRANO (quickly, in a low voice) Go! lurk in ambush there, One at this street corner, and one at that; And if a passer-by should here intrude, Play you a tune! SECOND PAGE: What tune, Sir Gassendist? Gay, if a woman comes. for a man, sad! The pages disappear, one at each street corner. To Christian) Call her! CYRANO (picking up stones and throwing them at the window) Some pebbles! wait awhile! ROXANE (half-opening the casement) Who calls me? I! ROXANE (disdainfully) Oh! you? I would speak with you. CYRANO (under the balcony- to Christian) Good. Speak soft and low. No, you speak stupidly! Oh, pity me! No! you love me no more! CHRISTIAN (prompted by Cyrano) You say- Great Heaven! I love no more. when- I- love more and more! ROXANE (who was about to shut the casement, pausing) Hold! tis a trifle better! ay, a trifle! Love grew apace, rocked by the anxious beating... Of this poor heart, which the cruel wanton boy... Took for a cradle! ROXANE (coming out on to the balcony) That is better! But An if you deem that Cupid be so cruel You should have stifled baby-love in's cradle! Ah, Madame, I assayed, but all in vain This... babe is a young. Hercules! Still better! Thus he strangled in my heart The. serpents twain, of. Doubt! ROXANE (leaning over the balcony) Well said! But why so faltering? Has mental palsy Seized on your faculty imaginative? CYRANO (drawing Christian under the balcony, and slipping into his place) Give place! This waxes critical. To-day... Your words are hesitating. CYRANO (imitating Christian- in a whisper) Night has come... In the dusk they grope their way to find your ear. But my words find no such impediment. They find their way at once? Small wonder that! For 'tis within my heart they find their home; Bethink how large my heart, how small your ear! And. from fair heights descending, words fall fast, But mine must mount, Madame, and that takes time! Meseems that your last words have learned to climb. With practice such gymnastic grows less hard! In truth, I seem to speak from distant heights! True, far above; at such a height 'twere death If a hard word from you fell on my heart. ROXANE (moving) I will come down... CYRANO (hastily) ROXANE (showing him the bench under the balcony) Mount then on the bench! CYRANO (starting back alarmed) How, you will not? CYRANO (more and more moved) Stay awhile! Tis sweet. The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing! Why- unseen? Ay, it is sweet! Half hidden. half revealed- You see the dark folds of my shrouding cloak, And I, the glimmering whiteness of your dress: I but a shadow- you a radiance fair! Know you what such a moment holds for me? If ever I were eloquent... You were! Yet never till to-night my speech has sprung Straight from my heart as now it springs. Till now I spoke haphazard... Your eyes Have beams that turn men dizzy. But to-night Methinks I shall find speech for the first time! Tis true, your voice rings with a tone that's new. CYRANO (coming nearer, passionately) Ay, a new tone! In the tender, sheltering dusk I dare to be myself for once. at last! He stops, falters) What say I? I know not. Oh, pardon me- It thrills me. tis so sweet, so novel... So novel? CYRANO (off his balance, trying to find the thread of his sentence) Ay. to be at last sincere; Till now, my chilled heart, fearing to be mocked... Mocked, and for what? For its mad beating. Ay, My heart has clothed itself with witty words, To shroud itself from curious eyes: impelled At times to aim at a star, I stay my hand, And, fearing ridicule. cull a wild flower! A wild flower's sweet. Ay, but to-night- the star! Oh! never have you spoken thus before! If, leaving Cupid's arrows, quivers, torches, We turned to seek for sweeter- fresher things! Instead of sipping in a pygmy glass Dull fashionable waters. did we try How the soul slakes its thirst in fearless draught By drinking from the river's flooding brim! But wit. If I have used it to arrest you At the first starting. now, twould be an outrage, An insult- to the perfumed Night- to Nature- To speak fine words that garnish vain love-letters! Look up but at her stars! The quiet Heaven Will ease our hearts of all things artificial; I fear lest, midst the alchemy we're skilled in The truth of sentiment dissolve and vanish. The soul exhausted by these empty pastimes, The gain of fine things be the loss of all things! But wit? I say... In love 'tis crime. tis hateful! Turning frank loving into subtle fencing! At last the moment comes, inevitable. - Oh, woe for those who never know that moment! When feeling love exists in us, ennobling, Each well-weighed word is futile and soul-saddening! Well, if that moment's come for us- suppose it! What words would serve you? All, all, all, whatever That came to me, e'en as they came, I'd fling them In a wild cluster, not a careful bouquet. I love thee! I am mad! I love, I stifle! Thy name is in my heart as in a sheep-bell, And as I ever tremble, thinking of thee, Ever the bell shakes, ever thy name ringeth! All things of thine I mind, for I love all things; I know that last year on the twelfth of May-month, To walk abroad, one day you changed your hair-plaits! I am so used to take your hair for daylight That. like as when the eye stares on the sun's disk, One sees long after a red blot on all things- So, when I quit thy beams, my dazzled vision Sees upon all things a blonde stain imprinted. ROXANE (agitated) Why, this is love indeed. Ay, true, the feeling Which fills me, terrible and jealous, truly Love. which is ever sad amid its transports! Love. and yet, strangely, not a selfish passion! I for your joy would gladly lay mine own down, E'en though you never were to know it. never! If but at times I might- far off and lonely. Hear some gay echo of the joy I bought you! Each glance of thine awakes in me a virtue. A novel, unknown valor. Dost begin, sweet, To understand? So late, dost understand me? Feel'st thou my soul, here, through the darkness mounting? Too fair the night! Too fair, too fair the moment! That I should speak thus, and that you should hearken! Too fair! In moments when my hopes rose proudest, I never hoped such guerdon. Naught is left me But to die now! Have words of mine the power To make you tremble. throned there in the branches? Ay, like a leaf among the leaves, you tremble! You tremble! For I feel. an if you will it, Or will it not. your hand's beloved trembling Thrill through the branches, down your sprays of jasmine! He kisses passionately one of the hanging tendrils. ) Ay! I am trembling, weeping. I am thine! Thou hast conquered all of me! Then let death come! Tis I, tis I myself, who conquered thee! One thing, but one, I dare to ask- CHRISTIAN (under the balcony) ROXANE (drawing back) You ask. (To Christian, whispering) Fool! you go too quick! Since she is moved thus- I will profit by it! CYRANO (to Roxane) My words sprang thoughtlessly, but now I see- Shame on me. I was too presumptuous. ROXANE (a little chilled) How quickly you withdraw. Yes, I withdraw Without withdrawing! Hurt I modesty? If so- the kiss I asked- oh, grant it not. CHRISTIAN (to Cyrano, pulling him by his cloak) Silence, Christian! Hush! ROXANE (leaning over) What whisper you? I chid myself for my too bold advances; Said, Silence, Christian! (The lutes begin to play) Hark! Wait awhile. Steps come! Roxane shuts the window. Cyrano listens to the lutes, one of which plays a merry, the other a melancholy, tune) Why, they play sad- then gay- then sad! What? Neither man nor woman. oh! a monk! Enter a capuchin friar, with a lantern. He goes from house to house, looking at every door. ) Cyrano, Christian, a capuchin friar. CYRANO (to the friar) What do you, playing at Diogenes? THE FRIAR: I seek the house of Madame... Oh! plague take him! Madeleine Robin... What would he. CYRANO (pointing to a street at the back) This way! Straight on... THE FRIAR I thank you, and, in your intention Will tell my rosary to its last bead. Good luck! My blessings rest upon your cowl! He goes back to Christian. CHRISTIAN: Oh! win for me that kiss... Soon or late. 'Tis true! The moment of intoxication- Of madness. when your mouths are sure to meet Thanks to your fair mustache- and her rose lips! I'd fainer it should come thanks to... (A sound of shutters reopening. Christian goes in again under the balcony. ) Cyrano, Christian, Roxane. ROXANE (coming out on the balcony) Still there? We spoke of a... A kiss! The word is sweet. I see not why your lip should shrink from it; If the word burns it. what would the kiss do? Oh! let it not your bashfulness affright; Have you not, all this time, insensibly, Left badinage aside, and unalarmed Glided from smile to sigh. from sigh to weeping? Glide gently, imperceptibly, still onward- From tear to kiss. a moment's thrill. a heartbeat! Hush! hush! A kiss, when all is said. what is it? An oath that's ratified. a sealed promise, A heart's avowal claiming confirmation. A rose-dot on the 'i' of 'adoration. A secret that to mouth, not ear, is whispered. Brush of a bee's wing, that makes time eternal. Communion perfumed like the spring's wild flowers. The heart's relieving in the heart's outbreathing, When to the lips the soul's flood rises, brimming! A kiss, Madame, is honorable: The Queen of France, to a most favored lord Did grant a kiss- the Queen herself! What then? CYRANO (speaking more warmly) Buckingham suffered dumbly. so have I. Adored his Queen, as loyally as I. Was sad, but faithful. so am I... And you Are fair as Buckingham! CYRANO (aside- suddenly cooled) True. I forgot! Must I then bid thee mount to cull this flower? CYRANO (pushing Christian toward the balcony) Mount! This heart-breathing. This brush of bee's wing. CHRISTIAN (hesitating) But I feel now, as though 'twere ill done! This moment infinite. CYRANO (still pushing him) Come, blockhead, mount! Christian springs forward, and by means of the bench, the branches, and the pillars, climbs to the balcony and strides over it. ) Ah, Roxane! He takes her in his arms, and bends over her lips. ) Aie! Strange pain that wrings my heart! The kiss, love's feast, so near! I, Lazarus, Lie at the gate in darkness. Yet to me Falls still a crumb or two from the rich man's board- Ay, tis my heart receives thee, Roxane- mine! For on the lips you press you kiss as well The words I spoke just now. my words- my words! The lutes play) A sad air. a gay air: the monk! He begins to run as if he came from a long way off, and cries out) Hola! Who is it? I- I was but passing by... Is Christian there? CHRISTIAN (astonished) Good-day, cousin! Cousin, good-day! I'm coming! She disappears into the house. At the back re-enter the friar. ) CHRISTIAN (seeing him) Back again! He follows Roxane. ) Cyrano, Christian, Roxane, the friar, Ragueneau. THE FRIAR: Tis here. I'm sure of it- Madame Madeleine Robin. Why, you said Ro-LIN. No, not I. B, I, N, BIN! ROXANE (appearing on the threshold, followed by Ragueneau, who carries a lantern, and Christian) What is't? A letter. THE FRIAR (to Roxane) Oh, it can boot but a holy business! Tis from a worthy lord... ROXANE (to Christian) De Guiche! He dares... Oh, he will not importune me forever! Unsealing the letter) I love you. therefore- She reads in a low voice by the aid of Ragueneau's lantern) Lady, The drums beat; My regiment buckles its harness on And starts; but I. they deem me gone before- But I stay. I have dared to disobey Your mandate. I am here in convent walls. I come to you to-night. By this poor monk- A simple fool who knows not what he bears- I send this missive to apprise your ear. Your lips erewhile have smiled on me, too sweet: I go not ere I've seen them once again! I would be private; send each soul away, Receive alone him. whose great boldness you Have deigned, I hope, to pardon, ere he asks. He who is ever your- et cetera. ' To the monk) Father, this is the matter of the letter: All come near her, and she reads aloud) The Cardinal's wish is law; albeit It be to you unwelcome. For this cause I send these lines- to your fair ear addressed- By a holy man, discreet, intelligent: It is our will that you receive from him, In your own house, the marriage (She turns the page) benediction Straightway, this night. Unknown to all the world Christian becomes your husband. Him we send. He is abhorrent to your choice. Let be. Resign yourself, and this obedience Will be by Heaven well recompensed. Receive, Fair lady, all assurance of respect, From him who ever was, and still remains, Your humble and obliged- et cetera. ' THE FRIAR (with great delight) O worthy lord! I knew naught was to fear; It could be but holy business! ROXANE (to Christian, in a low voice) Am I not apt at reading letters? ROXANE (aloud, with despair) But this is horrible! THE FRIAR (who has turned his lantern on Cyrano) Tis you? Tis I! THE FRIAR (turning the light on to him, and as if a doubt struck him on seeing his beauty) ROXANE (quickly) I have overlooked the postscript- see: Give twenty pistoles for the Convent. ' THE FRIAR. Most worthy lord! To Roxane) Submit you? ROXANE (with a martyr's look) I submit! While Ragueneau opens the door, and Christian invites the friar to enter, she whispers to Cyrano) Oh, keep De Guiche at bay! He will be here! Let him not enter till... I understand! To the friar) What time need you to tie the marriage-knot? A quarter of an hour. CYRANO (pushing them all toward the house) Go! I stay. Come. (They enter. ) Now, how to detain De Guiche so long? He jumps on the bench, climbs to the balcony by the wall) Come. I go. I have my plan. (The lutes begin to play a very sad air) What, ho! The tremolo grows more and more weird) It is a man! ay! tis a man this time! He is on the balcony, pulls his hat over his eyes, takes off his sword, wraps himself in his cloak, then leans over) Tis not too high! He strides across the balcony, and drawing to him a long branch of one of the trees that are by the garden wall, he hangs on to it with both hands, ready to let himself fall) I'll shake this atmosphere! Cyrano, De Guiche. DE GUICHE (who enters, masked, feeling his way in the dark) What can that cursed Friar be about? The devil. he knows my voice! Letting go with one hand, he pretends to turn an invisible key. Solemnly) Cric! Crac! Assume thou, Cyrano, to serve the turn, The accent of thy native Bergerac. DE GUICHE (looking at the house) Tis there. I see dim. this mask hinders me! He is about to enter, when Cyrano leaps from the balcony, holding on to the branch, which bends, dropping him between the door and De Guiche; he pretends to fall heavily, as from a great height, and lies flat on the ground, motionless, as if stunned. De Guiche starts back) What's this? When he looks up, the branch has sprung back into its place. He sees only the sky, and is lost in amazement) Where fell that man from? CYRANO (sitting up, and speaking with a Gascon accent) From the moon! From. CYRANO (in a dreamy voice) He's lost his mind, for sure! What hour? What country this? What month? What day? I am stupefied! Like a bomb I fell from the moon! DE GUICHE (impatiently) Come now! CYRANO (rising, in a terrible voice) I say. the moon! DE GUICHE (recoiling) Good, good! let it be so. s raving mad! CYRANO (walking up to him) I say from the moon! I mean no metaphor. Was't a hundred years- a minute, since? I cannot guess what time that fall embraced. That I was in that saffron-colored ball? DE GUICHE (shrugging his shoulders) Good! let me pass! CYRANO (intercepting him) Where am I? Tell the truth! Fear not to tell! Oh, spare me not! Where? where? Have I fallen like a shooting star? Morbleu! The fall was lightning-quick! no time to choose Where I should fall- I know not where it be! Oh, tell me! Is it on a moon or earth, that my posterior weight has landed me? I tell you, Sir... CYRANO (with a screech of terror, which makes De Guiche start back) No? Can it be? I'm on A planet where men have black faces? DE GUICHE (putting a hand to his face) CYRANO (feigning great alarm) Am I in Africa? A native you? DE GUICHE (who has remembered his mask) This mask of mine... CYRANO (pretending to be reassured) In Venice? ha. or Rome? DE GUICHE (trying to pass) A lady waits... CYRANO (quite reassured) Oh-ho! I am in Paris! DE GUICHE (smiling in spite of himself) The fool is comical! You laugh? I laugh, But would get by! CYRANO (beaming with joy) I have shot back to Paris! Quite at ease, laughing, dusting himself, bowing) Come- pardon me- by the last water-spout, Covered with ether. accident of travel! My eyes still full of star-dust, and my spurs Encumbered by the planets' filaments! Picking something off his sleeve) Ha! on my doublet. ah, a comet's hair. (He puffs as if to blow it away. ) DE GUICHE (beside himself) Sir. CYRANO (just as he is about to pass, holds out his leg as if to show him something and stops him) In my leg- the calf- there is a tooth Of the Great Bear, and, passing Neptune close, I would avoid his trident's point, and fell, Thus sitting, plump, right in the Scales! My weight Is marked, still registered, up there in heaven! Hurriedly preventing De Guiche from passing, and detaining him by the button of his doublet) I swear to you that if you squeezed my nose It would spout milk! From the Milky Way! Oh, go to hell! CYRANO (crossing his arms) I fall, Sir, out of heaven! Now, would you credit it, that as I fell I saw that Sirius wears a nightcap? True! Confidentially) The other Bear is still too small to bite. I went through the Lyre, but I snapped a cord; Grandiloquent) I mean to write the whole thing in a book; The small gold stars, that, wrapped up in my cloak, I carried safe away at no small risks, Will serve for asterisks i' the printed page! Come, make an end! I want... Oh-ho! You are sly! You would worm all out of me. the way The moon is made, and if men breathe and live In its rotund cucurbita? DE GUICHE (angrily) I want... Ha, ha. to know how I got up? Hark, it was by a method all my own. DE GUICHE (wearied) He's mad! CYRANO(contemptuously) No! not for me the stupid eagle Of Regiomontanus, nor the timid Pigeon of Archytas- neither of those! Ay, tis a fool! But 'tis a learned fool! No imitator I of other men! De Guiche has succeeded in getting by, and goes toward Roxane's door. Cyrano follows him, ready to stop him by force) Six novel methods, all, this brain invented! DE GUICHE (turning round) Six? CYRANO (volubly) First, with body naked as your hand, Festooned about with crystal flacons, full O' th' tears the early morning dew distils; My body to the sun's fierce rays exposed To let it suck me up, as 't sucks the dew! DE GUICHE (surprised, making one step toward Cyrano) Ah! that makes one! CYRANO (stepping back, and enticing him further away) And then, the second way, To generate wind- for my impetus- To rarefy air, in a cedar case, By mirrors placed icosahedron-wise. DE GUICHE (making another step) CYRANO (still stepping backward) Or- for I have some mechanic skill- To make a grasshopper, with springs of steel, And launch myself by quick succeeding fires Saltpeter-fed to the stars' pastures blue! DE GUICHE (unconsciously following him and counting on his fingers) Or (since fumes have property to mount) To charge a globe with fumes, sufficiently To carry me aloft! DE GUICHE (same play, more and more astonished) Well, that makes four! Or smear myself with marrow from a bull, Since, at the lowest point of Zodiac, Phoebus well loves to suck that marrow up! DE GUICHE (amazed) Five! CYRANO (who, while speaking, had drawn him to the other side of the square near a bench) Sitting on an iron platform- thence To throw a magnet in the air. This is A method well conceived- the magnet flown, Infallibly the iron will pursue: Then quick! relaunch your magnet, and you thus Can mount and mount unmeasured distances! Here are six excellent expedients! Which of the six chose you? Why, none. a seventh! Astonishing! What was it? I'll recount. This wild eccentric becomes interesting! CYRANO (making a noise like the waves, with weird gestures) Houuh! Houuh! Well. You have guessed? The tide! I' th' witching hour when the moon woos the wave, I laid me, fresh from a sea-bath, on the shore- And, failing not to put head foremost- for The hair holds the sea-water in its mesh- I rose in air, straight! straight! like angel's flight, And mounted, mounted, gently, effortless. When lo! a sudden shock! Then... DE GUICHE (overcome by curiosity, sitting down on the bench) Then? Oh! then... (Suddenly returning to his natural voice) The quarter's gone- I'll hinder you no more: The marriage-vows are made. DE GUICHE (springing up) What? Am I mad? That voice? The house-door opens. Lackeys appear carrying lighted candelabra. Light. Cyrano gracefully uncovers) That nose- Cyrano? Cyrano. While we were chatting, they have plighted troth. Who? He turns round. Tableau. Behind the lackeys appear Roxane and Christian, holding each other by the hand. The friar follows them, smiling. Ragueneau also holds a candlestick. The duenna closes the rear, bewildered, having made a hasty toilet) Heavens! The same. Roxane, Christian, the friar, Ragueneau, lackeys, the duenna. DE GUICHE (to Roxane) You? Recognizing Christian, in amazement) He? Bowing, with admiration, to Roxane) Cunningly contrived! To Cyrano) My compliments- Sir Apparatus-maker! Your story would arrest at Peter's gate Saints eager for their Paradise! Note well The details. 'Faith! They'd make a stirring book! I shall not fail to follow your advice. THE FRIAR (showing with satisfaction the two lovers to De Guiche) A handsome couple, son, made one by you! DE GUICHE (with a freezing look) Ay! Bid your bridegroom, Madame, fond farewell. DE GUICHE (to Christian) Even now the regiment departs. Join it! It goes to battle? Without doubt. But the Cadets go not? Oh ay! they go. (Drawing out the paper he had put in his pocket) Here is the order. Baron, bear it, quick! ROXANE (throwing herself in Christian's arms) DE GUICHE (sneeringly to Cyrano) The wedding-night is far, methinks! CYRANO (aside) He thinks to give me pain of death by this! CHRISTIAN (to Roxane) Oh! once again! Your lips! Come, come, enough! CHRISTIAN (still kissing Roxane) Tis hard to leave her, you know not... CYRANO (trying to draw him away) I know. (Sound of drums beating a march in the distance. ) The regiment starts! ROXANE (To Cyrano, holding back Christian, whom Cyrano is drawing away) Oh. I trust him you! Promise me that no risks shall put his life In danger! I will try my best, but promise... That I cannot! But swear he shall be prudent? Again, I'll do my best, but... In the siege Let him not suffer! All that man can do, That he shall be faithful! Doubtless, but... That he will write oft? CYRANO (pausing) That, I promise you! The Cadets of Gascony. Post occupied by company of Carbon de Castel-Jaloux at the siege of Arras. In the background an embankment across the whole stage. Beyond, view of plain extending to the horizon. The country covered with intrenchments. The walls of Arras and the outlines of its roofs against the sky in the distance. Tents. Arms strewn about, drums, etc. Day is breaking with a faint glimmer of yellow sunrise in the east. Sentinels at different points. Watch-fires. The cadets of Gascony, wrapped in their mantles, are sleeping. Carbon de Castel-Jaloux and Le Bret are keeping watch. They are very pale and thin. Christian sleeps among the others in his cloak in the foreground, his face illuminated by the fire. Silence. Christian, Carbon de Castel-Jaloux, Le Bret, the cadets, then Cyrano. LE BRET: Tis terrible. Not a morsel left. Mordioux! CARBON (making a sign that he should speak lower) Curse under your breath. You will awake them. (To the cadets) Hush! Sleep on. (To Le Bret) He who sleeps, dines! But that is sorry comfort for the sleepless. What starvation! Firing is heard in the distance. ) Oh, plague take their firing! Twill wake my sons. (To the cadets, who lift up their heads) Sleep on! Firing is again heard, nearer this time. ) A CADET (moving) The devil... 'Tis nothing! Tis Cyrano coming back! Those who have lifted up their heads prepare to sleep again. ) A SENTINEL (from without) Ventrebieu! Who goes there? THE VOICE Of CYRANO: Bergerac. The SENTINEL (who is on the redoubt) CYRANO (appearing at the top) Bergerac, idiot! He comes down; Le Bret advances anxiously to meet him. ) CYRANO (making signs that he should not awake the others) Wounded? Oh! you know it has become their custom to shoot at me every morning and to miss me. This passes all! To take letters at each day's dawn. To risk... CYRANO (stopping before Christian) I promised he should write often. (He looks at him) He sleeps. How pale he is! But how handsome still, despite his sufferings. If his poor little lady-love knew that he is dying of hunger... Get you quick to bed. Nay, never scold, Le Bret. I ran but little risk. I have found me a spot to pass the Spanish lines, where each night they lie drunk. You should try to bring us back provision. A man must carry no weight who would get by there! But there will be surprise for us this night. The French will eat or die... I mistake not! Oh. me. Nay, not yet. I am not certain... will see! It is disgraceful that we should starve while we're besieging! Alas, how full of complication is this siege of Arras! To think that while we are besieging, we should ourselves be caught in a trap and besieged by the Cardinal Infante of Spain. It were well done if he should be besieged in his turn. I am in earnest. Oh! indeed! To think you risk a life so precious... the sake of a letter. Thankless one. (Seeing him turning to enter the tent) Where are you going? I am going to write another. (He enters the tent and disappears. ) The same, all but Cyrano. The day is breaking in a rosy light. The town of Arras is golden in the horizon. The report of cannon is heard in the distance, followed immediately by the beating of drums far away to the left. Other drums are heard much nearer. Sounds of stirring in the camp. Voices of officers in the distance. CARBON (sighing) The reveille! The cadets move and stretch themselves) Nourishing sleep! Thou art at an end. I know well what will be their first cry! A CADET (sitting up) I am so hungry! I am dying of hunger. TOGETHER: Up with you! Cannot move a limb. FOURTH CADET: Nor can I. THE FIRST (looking at himself in a bit of armor) My tongue is yellow. The air at this season of the year is hard to digest. My coronet for a bit of Chester! If none can furnish to my gaster wherewith to make a pint of chyle, I shall retire to my tent- like Achilles! Oh! something! were it but a crust! CARBON (going to the tent and calling softly) ALL THE CADETS: We are dying! CARBON (continuing to speak under his breath at the opening of the tent) Come to my aid, you, who have the art of quick retort and gay jest. Come, hearten them up. SECOND CADET (rushing toward another who is munching something) What are you crunching there? Cannon-wads soaked in axle-grease! Tis poor hunting round about Arras! A CADET (entering) I have been after game. ANOTHER (following him) And I after fish. ALL (rushing to the two newcomers) Well! what have you brought. a pheasant. a carp. Come, show us quick! THE ANGLER: A gudgeon! THE SPORTSMAN: A sparrow! ALL TOGETHER (beside themselves) Tis more than can be borne! We will mutiny! Cyrano! Come to my help. (The daylight has now come. ) The SAME. Cyrano. CYRANO (appearing from the tent, very calm, with a pen stuck behind his ear and a book in his hand) What is wrong? Silence. To the first cadet) Why drag you your legs so sorrowfully? THE CADET: I have something in my heels which weighs them down. And what may that be? My stomach! So have I, faith! It must be in your way? Nay, I am all the taller. A THIRD: My stomach's hollow. 'Faith, twill make a fine drum to sound the assault. I have a ringing in my ears. No, no, tis false; a hungry stomach has no ears. Oh, to eat something- something oily! CYRANO (pulling off the cadet's helmet and holding it out to him) Behold your salad! What, in God's name, can we devour? CYRANO (throwing him the book which he is carrying) The 'Iliad. The first minister in Paris has his four meals a day! Twere courteous an he sent you a few partridges! THE SAME: And why not? with wine, too! A little Burgundy. Richelieu, s'il vous plait! He could send it by one of his friars. Ay! by His Eminence Joseph himself. I am as ravenous as an ogre! Eat your patience, then. THE FIRST CADET (shrugging his shoulders) Always your pointed word! Ay, pointed words! I would fain die thus, some soft summer eve, Making a pointed word for a good cause. - To make a soldier's end by soldier's sword, Wielded by some brave adversary- die On blood-stained turf, not on a fever-bed, A point upon my lips, a point within my heart. CRIES FROM ALL: I'm hungry! All your thoughts of meat and drink! Bertrand the fifer. you were shepherd once. Draw from its double leathern case your fife, Play to these greedy, guzzling soldiers. Play Old country airs with plaintive rhythm recurring, Where lurk sweet echoes of the dear home-voices, Each note of which calls like a little sister, Those airs slow, slow ascending, as the smoke-wreaths Rise from the hearthstones of our native hamlets, Their music strikes the ear like Gascon patois. (The old man seats himself, and gets his flute ready) Your flute was now a warrior in durance; But on its stem your fingers are a-dancing A bird-like minuet! O flute! Remember That flutes were made of reeds first, not laburnum; Make us a music pastoral days recalling- The soul-time of your youth, in country pastures. (The old man begins to play the airs of Languedoc) Hark to the music, Gascons. Tis no longer The piercing fife of camp- but 'neath his fingers The flute of the woods! No more the call to combat, Tis now the love-song of the wandering goat-herds. Hark. tis the valley, the wet landes, the forest, The sunburnt shepherd-boy with scarlet beret, The dusk of evening on the Dordogne river. 'Tis Gascony! Hark, Gascons, to the music! The cadets sit with bowed heads; their eyes have a far-off look as if dreaming, and they surreptitiously wipe away their tears with their cuffs and the corner of their cloaks. ) CARBON (to Cyrano in a whisper) But you make them weep! Ay, for homesickness. A nobler pain than hunger. tis of the soul, not of the body! I am well pleased to see their pain change its viscera. Heart-ache is better than stomach-ache. But you weaken their courage by playing thus on their heart-strings! CYRANO (making a sign to a drummer to approach) Not I. The hero that sleeps in Gascon blood is ever ready to awake in them. 'Twould suffice... (He makes a signal; the drum beats. ) ALL THE CADETS (stand up and rush to take arms) What? What is it? You see! One roll of the drum is enough! Good-by dreams, regrets, native land, love... that the pipe called forth the drum has chased away! A CADET (looking toward the back of the stage) Ho! here comes Monsieur de Guiche. ALL THE CADETS (muttering) Ugh. A flattering welcome! We are sick to death of him! With his lace collar over his armor, playing the fine gentleman! As if one wore linen over steel! It were good for a bandage had he boils on his neck. Another plotting courtier! His uncle's own nephew! For all that- a Gascon. Ay, false Gascon. him not... Gascons should ever be crack-brained... Naught more dangerous than a rational Gascon. How pale he is! Oh! he is hungry, just like us poor devils; but under his cuirass, with its fine gilt nails, his stomach-ache glitters brave in the sun. CYRANO (hurriedly) Let us not seem to suffer either! Out with your cards, pipes, and dice... (All begin spreading out the games on the drums, the stools, the ground, and on their cloaks, and light long pipes) And I shall read Descartes. (He walks up and down, reading a little book which he has drawn from his pocket. Enter De Guiche. All appear absorbed and happy. He is very pale. He goes up to Carbon. De Guiche. DE GUICHE (to Carbon) They examine each other. Aside, with satisfaction) He's green. CARBON (aside) He has nothing left but eyes. DE GUICHE (looking at the cadets) Here are the rebels! Ay, Sirs, on all sides I hear that in your ranks you scoff at me; That the Cadets, these loutish, mountain-bred, Poor country squires, and barons of Perigord, Scarce find for me- their Colonel- a disdain Sufficient! call me plotter, wily courtier! It does not please their mightiness to see A point-lace collar on my steel cuirass. And they enrage, because a man, in sooth, May be no ragged-robin, yet a Gascon! Silence. All smoke and play) Shall I command your Captain punish you? I am free, moreover. will not punish- I have paid my company- tis mine. I bow but to headquarters. So. in faith! That will suffice. (Addressing himself to the cadets) I can despise your taunts 'Tis well known how I bear me in the war; At Bapaume, yesterday, they saw the rage With which I beat back the Count of Bucquoi; Assembling my own men, I fell on his, And charged three separate times! CYRANO (without lifting his eyes from his book) And your white scarf? DE GUICHE (surprised and gratified) You know that detail. It happened thus: While caracoling to recall the troops For the third charge, a band of fugitives Bore me with them, close by the hostile ranks: I was in peril- capture, sudden death. When I thought of the good expedient To loosen and let fall the scarf which told My military rank; thus I contrived - Without attention waked- to leave the foes, And suddenly returning, reinforced With my own men, to scatter them! And now, What say you, Sir? The cadets pretend not to be listening, but the cards and the dice-boxes remain suspended in their hands, the smoke of their pipes in their cheeks. They wait. ) I say, that Henri Quatre Had not, by any dangerous odds, been forced To strip himself of his white helmet plume. (Silent delight. The cards fall, the dice rattle. The smoke is puffed. ) The ruse succeeded, though! Same suspension of play, etc. ) Oh, may be! But One does not lightly abdicate the honor To serve as target to the enemy (Cards, dice, fall again, and the cadets smoke with evident delight) Had I been present when your scarf fell low, Our courage, Sir, is of a different sort- I would have picked it up and put it on. Oh, ay! Another Gascon boast! A boast? Lend it to me. I pledge myself, to-night, With it across my breast. to lead th' assault. Another Gascon vaunt! You know the scarf Lies with the enemy, upon the brink Of the stream. place is riddled now with shot. No one can fetch it hither! CYRANO (drawing the scarf from his pocket, and holding it out to him) Here it is. (Silence. The cadets stifle their laughter in their cards and dice-boxes. De Guiche turns and looks at them; they instantly become grave, and set to play. One of them whistles indifferently the air just played by the fifer. ) DE GUICHE (taking the scarf) I thank you. It will now enable me To make a signal. that I had forborne To make- till now. (He goes to the rampart, climbs it, and waves the scarf thrice. ) What's that? THE SENTINEL (from the top of the rampart) See you yon man Down there, who runs. DE GUICHE (descending) Tis a false Spanish spy Who is extremely useful to my ends. The news he carries to the enemy Are those I prompt him with- so, in a word, We have an influence on their decisions! Scoundrel! DE GUICHE (carelessly knotting on his scarf) Tis opportune. What were we saying? Ah! I have news for you. Last evening - To victual us- the Marshal did attempt A final effort: secretly he went To Dourlens, where the King's provisions be. But- to return to camp more easily- He took with him a goodly force of troops. Those who attacked us now would have fine sport! Half of the army's absent from the camp! Ay, if the Spaniards knew, twere ill for us, But they know nothing of it? Oh! they know. They will attack us. For my false spy Came to warn me of their attack. He said, I can decide the point for their assault; Where would you have it? I will tell them 'tis The least defended- they'll attempt you there. ' I answered, Good. Go out of camp, but watch My signal. Choose the point from whence it comes. ' CARBON (to cadets) Make ready! All rise; sounds of swords and belts being buckled. ) Twill be in an hour. Good. (They all sit down again and take up their games. ) DE GUICHE (to Carbon) Time must be gained. The Marshal will return. How gain it? You will all be good enough To let yourselves to be killed. Vengeance! oho! I do not say that, if I loved you well, I had chosen you and yours. but, as things stand. Your courage yielding to no corps the palm- I serve my King, and serve my grudge as well. Permit that I express my gratitude... I know you love to fight against five score; You will not now complain of paltry odds. (He goes up with Carbon. ) CYRANO (to the cadets) We shall add to the Gascon coat of arms, With its six bars of blue and gold, one more- The blood-red bar that was a-missing there! De Guiche speaks in a low voice with Carbon at the back. Orders are given. Preparations go forward. Cyrano goes up to Christian, who stands with crossed arms. ) CYRANO (putting his hand on Christian's shoulder) CHRISTIAN (shaking his head) Alas! At least, I'd send My heart's farewell to her in a fair letter. I had suspicion it would be to-day, He draws a letter out of his doublet) And had already writ... Show! Will you. CHRISTIAN (taking the letter) He opens and reads it) Hold! This little spot! CYRANO (taking the letter, with an innocent look) A spot? A tear! Poets, at last. by dint of counterfeiting- Take counterfeit for true- that is the charm! This farewell letter. it was passing sad, I wept myself in writing it! Wept? why? Oh. itself is hardly terrible. - But, ne'er to see her more! That is death's sting! For. I shall never... (Christian looks at him) We shall... (Quickly) I mean, you... CHRISTIAN (snatching the letter from him) Give me that letter! A rumor, far off in the camp. ) VOICE Of SENTINEL: Who goes there? Halloo! Shots- voices- carriage-bells. ) A SENTINEL (on the rampart) Tis a carriage! All rush to see. ) CRIES: In the camp? It enters. It comes from the enemy! Fire. No. The coachman cries. What does he say? On the King's service! (Everyone is on the rampart, staring. The bells come nearer. ) The King's service? How? All descend and draw up in line. ) Uncover, all! The King's! Draw up in line! Let him describe his curve as it befits! The carriage enters at full speed covered with dust and mud. The curtains are drawn close. Two lackeys behind. It is pulled up suddenly. ) Beat a salute! A roll of drums. The cadets uncover. ) Lower the carriage-steps! Two cadets rush forward. The door opens. ) ROXANE (jumping down from the carriage) All are bowing to the ground, but at the sound of a woman's voice every head is instantly raised. Roxane. DE GUICHE: On the King's service! You? Ay. King Love's! What other king? Great God! CHRISTIAN (rushing forward) Why have you come? This siege- tis too long! But why. I will tell you all! CYRANO (who, at the sound of her voice, has stood still, rooted to the ground, afraid to raise his eyes) My God! dare I look at her? You cannot remain here! ROXANE (merrily) But I say yes! Who will push a drum hither for me? She seats herself on the drum they roll forward) So! I thank you. (She laughs) My carriage was fired at (proudly) by the patrol! Look! would you not think 'twas made of a pumpkin, like Cinderella's chariot in the tale. and the footmen out of rats? Sending a kiss with her lips to Christian) Good-morrow! Examining them all) You look not merry, any of you! Ah! know you that 'tis a long road to get to Arras? Seeing Cyrano) Cousin, delighted! CYRANO (coming up to her) But how, in Heaven's name. How found I the way to the army? It was simple enough, for I had but to pass on and on, as far as I saw the country laid waste. Ah, what horrors were there! Had I not seen, then I could never have believed it! Well, gentlemen, if such be the service of your King, I would fainer serve mine! But 'tis sheer madness! Where in the fiend's name did you get through? Where? Through the Spanish lines. - For subtle craft, give me a woman! But how did you pass through their lines? Faith! that must have been a hard matter. None too hard. I but drove quietly forward in my carriage, and when some hidalgo of haughty mien would have stayed me, lo! I showed at the window my sweetest smile, and these Senors being (with no disrespect to you) the most gallant gentlemen in the world. I passed on! True, that smile is a passport! But you must have been asked frequently to give an account of where you were going, Madame? Yes, frequently. Then I would answer, I go to see my lover. At that word the very fiercest Spaniard of them all would gravely shut the carriage-door, and, with a gesture that a king might envy, make signal to his men to lower the muskets leveled at me; then, with melancholy but withal very graceful dignity- his beaver held to the wind that the plumes might flutter bravely, he would bow low, saying to me, Pass on, Senorita! But, Roxane... Forgive me that I said, my lover. But bethink you, had I said 'my husband. not one of them had let me pass! You must leave this place! I? And that instantly! No time to lose. Indeed, you must. But wherefore must I? CHRISTIAN (embarrassed) Tis that... CYRANO (the same) In three quarters of an hour... DE GUICHE (the same) Or for... CARBON (the same) It were best... LE BRET (the same) You might... You are going to fight. I stay here. He is my husband! She throws herself into Christian's arms) They shall kill us both together! Why do you look at me thus? I will tell you why! DE GUICHE (in despair) Tis a post of mortal danger! ROXANE (turning round) Mortal danger! Proof enough, that he has put us here! ROXANE (to De Guiche) So, Sir, you would have made a widow of me? Nay, on my oath... I will not go! I am reckless now, and I shall not stir from here. Besides, tis amusing! Oh-ho! So our precieuse is a heroine! Monsieur de Bergerac, I am your cousin. We will defend you well! ROXANE (more and more excited) I have no fear of that, my friends! ANOTHER (in ecstasy) The whole camp smells sweet of orris-root! And, by good luck, I have chosen a hat that will suit well with battlefield! Looking at De Guiche) But were it not wisest that the Count retire? They may begin the attack. That is not to be brooked! I go to inspect the cannon, and shall return. You have still time- think better of it! Never! De Guiche goes out. ) The same, all but De Guiche. CHRISTIAN (entreatingly) FIRST CADET (to the others) She stays! ALL (hurrying, hustling each other, tidying themselves) A comb. Soap. My uniform is torn. A needle. A ribbon. Lend your mirror. My cuffs. Your curling-iron. A razor. ROXANE (to Cyrano, who still pleads with her) No! Naught shall make me stir from this spot! CARBON (who, like the others, has been buckling, dusting, brushing his hat, settling his plume, and drawing on his cuffs, advances to Roxane, and ceremoniously) It is perchance more seemly, since things are thus, that I present to you some of these gentlemen who are about to have the honor of dying before your eyes. (Roxane bows, and stands leaning on Christian's arm, while Carbon introduces the cadets to her) Baron de Peyrescous de Colignac! THE CADET (with a low reverence) Madame... CARBON (continuing) Baron de Casterac de Cahuzac. Vidame de Malgouyre Estressac Lesbas d'Escarabiot, Chevalier d'Antignac-Juzet, Baron Hillot de Blagnac-Salechan de Castel Crabioules... But how many names have you each? BARON HILLOT: Scores! CARBON (to Roxane) Pray, upon the hand that holds your kerchief. ROXANE (opens her hand, and the handkerchief falls) The whole company start forward to pick it up. ) CARBON (quickly raising it) My company had no flag. But now, by my faith, they will have the fairest in all the camp! ROXANE (smiling) Tis somewhat small. CARBON (tying the handkerchief on the staff of his lance) But- tis of lace! A CADET (to the rest) I could die happy, having seen so sweet a face, if I had something in my stomach- were it but a nut! CARBON (who has overheard, indignantly) Shame on you! What, talk of eating when a lovely woman. But your camp air is keen; I myself am famished. Pasties, cold fricassee, old wines- there is my bill of fare? Pray bring it all here. All that? But where on earth find it? ROXANE (quietly) In my carriage. Now serve up- carve! Look a little closer at my coachman, gentlemen, and you will recognize a man most welcome. All the sauces can be sent to table hot, if we will! THE CADETS (rushing pellmell to the carriage) Tis Ragueneau! Acclamations) Oh, oh! ROXANE (looking after them) Poor fellows! CYRANO (kissing her hand) Kind fairy! RAGUENEAU (standing on the box like a quack doctor at a fair) Gentlemen. (General delight. ) Bravo! bravo! RAGUENEAU. Spaniards, gazing on a lady so dainty fair, overlooked the fare so dainty. (Applause. ) CYRANO (in a whisper to Christian) Hark, Christian! RAGUENEAU. occupied with gallantry, perceived not- His draws a plate from under the seat, and holds it up) The galantine. (Applause. The galantine passes from hand to hand. ) CYRANO (still whispering to Christian) Prythee, one word! And Venus so attracted their eyes that Diana could secretly pass by with- He holds up a shoulder of mutton) her fawn! Enthusiasm. Twenty hands are held out to seize the shoulder of mutton. ) CYRANO (in a low whisper to Christian) I must speak to you! ROXANE (to the cadets, who come down, their arms laden with food) Put it all on the ground! She lays all out on the grass, aided by the two imperturbable lackeys who were behind the carriage. ) ROXANE (to Christian, just as Cyrano is drawing him apart) Come, make yourself of use! Christian comes to help her. Cyrano's uneasiness increases. ) Truffled peacock! FIRST CADET (radiant, coming down, cutting a big slice of ham) By the mass! We shall not brave the last hazard without having had a gullet-full. (quickly correcting himself on seeing Roxane) Pardon! A Balthazar feast! RAGUENEAU (throwing down the carriage cushions) The cushions are stuffed with ortolans! Hubbub. They tear open and turn out the contents of the cushions. Bursts of laughter- merriment. ) Ah! Viedaze! RAGUENEAU (throwing down to the cadets bottles of red wine) Flasks of rubies. (and white wine) Flasks of topaz! ROXANE (throwing a folded tablecloth at Cyrano's head) Unfold me that napkin. Come, come! be nimble! RAGUENEAU (waving a lantern) Each of the carriage-lamps is a little larder! CYRANO (in a low voice to Christian, as they arrange the cloth together) I must speak with you ere you speak to her. My whip-handle is an Arles sausage! ROXANE (pouring out wine, helping) Since we are to die, let the rest of the army shift for itself. All for the Gascons! And mark! if De Guiche comes, let no one invite him! Going from one to the other) There! there! You have time enough! Do not eat too fast. Drink a little. - Why are you crying? It is all so good. Tut. Red or white. Some bread for Monsieur de Carbon. a knife! Pass your plate. a little of the crust? Some more? Let me help you. Some champagne? -A wing? CYRANO (who follows her, his arms laden with dishes, helping her to wait on everybody) How I worship her! ROXANE (going up to Christian) What will you? Nothing. Nay, nay, take this biscuit, steeped in muscat; come... two drops! CHRISTIAN (trying to detain her) Oh! tell me why you came? Wait; my first duty is to these poor fellows. Hush! In a few minutes... LE BRET (who had gone up to pass a loaf on the end of a lance to the sentry on the rampart) Quick! hide flasks, plates, pie-dishes, game-baskets! Hurry. Let us all look unconscious! Up on your seat. Is everything covered up? In an instant all has been pushed into the tents, or hidden under doublets, cloaks, and beavers. De Guiche enters hurriedly- stops suddenly, sniffing the air. Silence. DE GUICHE: It smells good here. A CADET (humming) Lo! Lo-lo! DE GUICHE (looking at him) What is the matter. You are very red. The matter. Nothing. Tis my blood- boiling at the thought of the coming battle! Poum, poum- poum... THE CADET (slightly drunk) Nothing. Tis a song. a little... You are merry, my friend! The approach of danger is intoxicating! DE GUICHE (calling Carbon de Castel-Jaloux, to give him an order) Captain! I... (He stops short on seeing him) Plague take me! but you look bravely, too! CARBON (crimson in the face, hiding a bottle behind his back, with an evasive movement) I have one cannon left, and have had it carried there- he points behind the scenes) in that corner... men can use it in case of need. A CADET (reeling slightly) Charming attention! ANOTHER (with a gracious smile) Kind solicitude! How? they are all gone crazy? Drily) As you are not used to cannon, beware of the recoil. DE GUICHE (furious, going up to him) Gascon cannons never recoil! DE GUICHE (taking him by the arm and shaking him) You are tipsy. but what with? THE CADET (grandiloquently) With the smell of powder! DE GUICHE (shrugging his shoulders and pushing him away, then going quickly to Roxane) Briefly, Madame, what decision do you deign to take? I stay here. You must fly! No! I will stay. Since things are thus, give me a musket, one of you! Wherefore? Because I too- mean to remain. At last! This is true valor, Sir! Then you are Gascon after all, spite of your lace collar? What is all this? I leave no woman in peril. SECOND CADET (to the first) Hark you! Think you not we might give him something to eat? All the viands reappear as if by magic. ) DE GUICHE (whose eyes sparkle) Victuals! THE THIRD CADET: Yes, you'll see them coming from under every coat! DE GUICHE (controlling himself, haughtily) Do you think I will eat your leavings? CYRANO (saluting him) You make progress. DE GUICHE (proudly, with a light touch of accent on the word 'breaking' I will fight without br-r-eaking my fast! FIRST CADET (with wild delight) Br-r-r-eaking! He has got the accent! Tis a Gascon! All begin to dance. ) CARBON DE CASTEL-JALOUX (who had disappeared behind the rampart, reappearing on the ridge) I have drawn my pikemen up in line. They are a resolute troop. (He points to a row of pikes, the tops of which are seen over the ridge. ) DE GUICHE (bowing to Roxane) Will you accept my hand, and accompany me while I review them? She takes it, and they go up toward the rampart. All uncover and follow them. ) CHRISTIAN (going to Cyrano, eagerly) Tell me quickly! As Roxane appears on the ridge, the tops of the lances disappear, lowered for the salute, and a shout is raised. She bows. ) THE PIKEMEN (outside) What is this secret? If Roxane should... Should. Speak of the letters. Yes, I know. Do not spoil all by seeming surprised... At what? I must explain to you. tis no great matter- I but thought of it to- day on seeing her. You have... Tell quickly! You have. written to her oftener than you think... Thus, faith! I had taken it in hand to express your flame for you... times I wrote without saying, I am writing! 'Tis simple enough! But how did you contrive, since we have been cut off, thus. CYRANO. before dawn. I was able to get through... CHRISTIAN (folding his arms) That was simple, too? And how oft, pray you, have I written... in the week. times. More often still. What! Every day? Yes, every day. twice. CHRISTIAN (violently) And that became so mad a joy for you, that you braved death... CYRANO (seeing Roxane returning) Hush! Not before her! He goes hurriedly into his tent. ) Roxane, Christian. In the distance cadets coming and going. Carbon and De Guiche give orders. ROXANE (running up to Christian) Ah, Christian, at last. CHRISTIAN (taking her hands) Now tell me why- Why, by these fearful paths so perilous- Across these ranks of ribald soldiery, You have come? Love, your letters brought me here! What say you? Tis your fault if I ran risks! Your letters turned my head! Ah! all this month, How many. and the last one ever bettered The one that went before! What. for a few Inconsequent love-letters! Hold your peace! Ah! you cannot conceive it! Ever since That night, when, in a voice all new to me, Under my window you revealed your soul- Ah! ever since I have adored you! Now Your letters all this whole month long. meseemed As if I heard that voice so tender, true, Sheltering, close! Thy fault, I say! It drew me, The voice o' th' night! Oh! wise Penelope Would ne'er have stayed to broider on her hearthstone, If her Ulysses could have writ such letters! But would have cast away her silken bobbins, And fled to join him, mad for love as Helen! I read, read again- grew faint for love; I was thine utterly. Each separate page Was like a fluttering flower-petal, loosed From your own soul, and wafted thus to mine. Imprinted in each burning word was love Sincere, all-powerful... A love sincere! Can that be felt, Roxane! Ay, that it can! You come. O, Christian, my true lord, I come- Were I to throw myself, here, at your knees, You would raise me- but 'tis my soul I lay At your feet- you can raise it nevermore! - I come to crave your pardon. (Ay, tis time To sue for pardon, now that death may come! For the insult done to you when, frivolous, At first I loved you only for your face! CHRISTIAN (horror-stricken) And later, love- less frivolous- Like a bird that spreads its wings, but can not fly- Arrested by your beauty, by your soul Drawn close- I loved for both at once! And now? Ah! you yourself have triumphed o'er yourself, And now, I love you only for your soul! CHRISTIAN (stepping backward) Be happy. To be loved for beauty- A poor disguise that time so soon wears threadbare- Must be to noble souls- to souls aspiring- A torture. Your dear thoughts have now effaced That beauty that so won me at the outset. Now I see clearer- and I no more see it! You are doubtful of such victory? CHRISTIAN (pained) I see you cannot yet believe it. Such love. I do not ask such love as that! I would be loved more simply; for... For that Which they have all in turns loved in thee. Shame! Oh! be loved henceforth in a better way! No! the first love was best! Ah! how you err! Tis now that I love best- love well! Tis that Which is thy true self, see. that I adore! Were your brilliance dimmed... I should love still! Ay, if your beauty should to-day depart... Say not so! Ay, I say it! Ugly? How? Ugly! I swear I'd love you still! Are you content at last? CHRISTIAN (in a choked voice) Ay. CHRISTIAN (gently pushing her away) Nothing. I have two words to say: one second... But. CHRISTIAN (pointing to the cadets) Those poor fellows, shortly doomed to death. My love deprives them of the sight of you: Go. speak to them- smile on them ere they die! ROXANE (deeply affected) Dear Christian. (She goes up to the cadets, who respectfully crowd round her. ) Christian, Cyrano. At back Roxane talking to Carbon and some cadets. CHRISTIAN (calling toward Cyrano's tent) CYRANO (reappearing, fully armed) What? Why so pale? She does not love me! Tis you she loves! For she loves me only for my soul! Truly? Yes! Thus- you see, that soul is you. Therefore, tis you she loves. And you- love her! Oh, I know it! Ay, tis true! You love To madness! Ay! and worse! Then tell her so! And why not? Look at my face. be answered! She'd love me- were I ugly. Said she so? Ay! in those words! I'm glad she told you that! But pooh. believe it not! I am well pleased She thought to tell you. Take it not for truth. Never grow ugly: she'd reproach me then! That I intend discovering! No! I beg! Ay! she shall choose between us. Tell her all! No! no! I will not have it! Spare me this! Because my face is haply fair, shall I Destroy your happiness? Twere too unjust! And I. because by Nature's freak I have The gift to say- all that perchance you feel. Shall I be fatal to your happiness? Tell all! It is ill done to tempt me thus! Too long I've borne about within myself A rival to myself- I'll make an end! Our union, without witness- secret- Clandestine- can be easily dissolved If we survive. My God. he still persists! I will be loved myself- or not at all! I'll go see what they do- there, at the end Of the post: speak to her, and then let her choose One of us two! It will be you. Pray God! He calls) No! no! ROXANE (coming up quickly) Cyrano has things Important for your ear... (She hastens to Cyrano. Christian goes out. ) Roxane, Cyrano. Then Le Bret, Carbon de Castel-Jaloux, the cadets, Ragueneau, De Guiche, etc. ROXANE: Important, how? CYRANO (in despair. to Roxane) He's gone! Tis naught. Oh, you know how he sees Importance in a trifle! ROXANE (warmly) Did he doubt Of what I said. Ah, yes, I saw he doubted! CYRANO (taking her hand) But are you sure you told him all the truth? Yes, I would love him were he... (She hesitates. ) Does that word Embarrass you before my face, Roxane? CYRANO (smiling sadly) Twill not hurt me! Say it! If he were Ugly. Yes, ugly! Musket report outside) Hark! I hear a shot! CYRANO (ardently) Hideous! Hideous! yes! Disfigured. Grotesque? He could not be grotesque to me! You'd love the same. The same- nay, even more! CYRANO (losing command over himself- aside) My God! it's true, perchance, love waits me there! I. LE BRET (entering hurriedly- to Cyrano) He whispers something to him. ) CYRANO (letting go Roxane's hand and exclaiming) Ah, God! CYRANO (to himself- stunned) All is over now. (Renewed reports. ) What is the matter? Hark! another shot! She goes up to look outside. ) It is too late, now I can never tell! ROXANE (trying to rush out) What has chanced? CYRANO (rushing to stop her) Nothing! Some cadets enter, trying to hide something they are carrying, and close round it to prevent Roxane approaching. ) And those men? Cyrano draws her away) What were you just about to say before. What was I saying? Nothing now, I swear! Solemnly) I swear that Christian's soul, his nature, were... (Hastily correcting himself) Nay, that they are, the noblest, greatest... Were? With a loud scream) She rushes up, pushing every one aside. ) All is over now! ROXANE (seeing Christian lying on the ground, wrapped in his cloak) O Christian! Struck by first shot of the enemy! Roxane flings herself down by Christian. Fresh reports of cannon- clash of arms- clamor- beating of drums. ) CARBON (with sword in the air) O come! Your muskets. (Followed by the cadets, he passes to the other side of the ramparts. ) THE VOICE OF CARBON (from the other side) Ho! make haste! FORM LINE! HANDLE YOUR MATCH! Ragueneau rushes up, bringing water in a helmet. ) CHRISTIAN (in a dying voice) CYRANO (quickly, whispering into Christian's ear, while Roxane distractedly tears a piece of linen from his breast, which she dips into the water, trying to stanch the bleeding) I told her all. She loves you still. (Christian closes his eyes. ) How, my sweet love? DRAW RAMRODS! He is not dead? OPEN YOUR CHARGES WITH YOUR TEETH! His cheek Grows cold against my own! READY! PRESENT! ROXANE (seeing a letter in Christian's doublet) A letter. 'Tis for me! She opens it. ) My letter! FIRE! Musket reports- shouts- noise of battle. ) CYRANO (trying to disengage his hand, which Roxane on her knees is holding) But, Roxane, hark, they fight! ROXANE (detaining him) Stay yet awhile. For he is dead. You knew him, you alone. (Weeping quietly) Ah, was not his a beauteous soul, a soul Wondrous! CYRANO (standing up- bareheaded) Ay, Roxane. An inspired poet? And a mind sublime? Oh, yes! A heart too deep for common minds to plumb, A spirit subtle, charming? CYRANO (firmly) ROXANE (flinging herself on the dead body) Dead, my love! CYRANO (aside- drawing his sword) Ay, and let me die to-day, Since, all unconscious, she mourns me- in him! Sounds of trumpets in the distance. ) DE GUICHE (appearing on the ramparts- bareheaded- with a wound on his forehead- in a voice of thunder) It is the signal! Trumpet flourishes! The French bring the provisions into camp! Hold but the place awhile! See, there is blood Upon the letter- tears! A VOICE (outside- shouting) Surrender! VOICE OF CADETS: RAGUENEAU (standing on the top of his carriage, watches the battle over the edge of the ramparts) The danger's ever greater! CYRANO (to De Guiche- pointing to Roxane) I will charge! Take her away! ROXANE (kissing the letter- in a half-extinguished voice) O God! his tears! his blood. RAGUENEAU (jumping down from the carriage and rushing toward her) She's swooned away! DE GUICHE (on the rampart- to the cadets- with fury) Stand fast! Lay down your arms! CYRANO (to De Guiche) Now that you have proved your valor, Sir, Pointing to Roxane) Fly, and save her! DE GUICHE (rushing to Roxane, and carrying her away in his arms) So be it! Gain but time, The victory's ours! Calling out to Roxane, whom De Guiche, aided by Ragueneau, is bearing away in a fainting condition) Farewell, Roxane! Tumult. Shouts. Cadets reappear, wounded, falling on the scene. Cyrano, rushing to the battle, is stopped by Carbon de Castel-Jaloux, who is streaming with blood. ) We are breaking! I am wounded- wounded twice! CYRANO (shouting to the Gascons) GASCONS! HO, GASCONS! NEVER TURN YOUR BACKS! To Carbon, whom he is supporting) Have no fear! I have two deaths to avenge: My friend who's slain; and my dead happiness! They come down, Cyrano brandishing the lance to which is attached Roxane's handkerchief) Float there! laced kerchief broidered with her name! He sticks it in the ground and shouts to the cadets) FALL ON THEM, GASCONS! CRUSH THEM! To the fifer) Fifer, play! The fife plays. The wounded try to rise. Some cadets, falling one over the other down the slope, group themselves round Cyrano and the little flag. The carriage is crowded with men inside and outside, and, bristling with arquebuses, is turned into a fortress. ) A CADET (appearing on the crest, beaten backward, but still fighting, cries) They're climbing the redoubt! and falls dead. CYRANO: Let us salute them! The rampart is covered instantly by a formidable row of enemies. The standards of the Imperialists are raised) Fire! General discharge. ) A CRY IN THE ENEMY'S RANKS: A deadly answering volley. The cadets fall on all sides. ) A SPANISH OFFICER (uncovering) Who are these men who rush on death? CYRANO (reciting, erect, amid a storm of bullets) Brawling, swaggering boastfully, He rushes forward, followed by a few survivors) The bold Cadets... (His voice is drowned in the battle. ) Cyrano's Gazette. Fifteen years later, in 1655. Park of the Sisters of the Holy Cross in Paris. Magnificent trees. On the left the house: broad steps on to which open several doors. An enormous plane tree in the middle of the stage, standing alone. On the right, among big boxwood trees, a semicircular stone bench. The whole background of the stage is crossed by an alley of chestnut trees leading on the right hand to the door of a chapel seen through the branches. Through the double row of trees of this alley are seen lawns, other alleys, clusters of trees, winding of the park, the sky. The chapel opens by a little side door on to a colonnade which is wreathed with autumn leaves, and is lost to view a little farther on in the right-hand foreground behind the boxwood. It is autumn. All the foliage is red against the fresh green of the lawns. The green boxwood and yews stand out dark. Under each tree a patch of yellow leaves. The stage is strewn with dead leaves, which rustle under foot in the alleys, and half cover the steps and benches. Between the benches on the right hand and the tree a large embroidery frame, in front of which a little chair has been set. Baskets full of skeins and balls of wool. A tapestry begun. At the rising of the curtains nuns are walking to and fro in the park; some are seated on the bench around an older Sister. The leaves are falling. Mother Marguerite, Sister Martha, Sister Claire, other sisters. SISTER MARTHA (to Mother Marguerite) Sister Claire glanced in the mirror, once- nay, twice, to see if her coif suited. MOTHER MARGUERITE (to Sister Claire) Tis not well. SISTER CLAIRE: But I saw Sister Martha take a plum Out of the tart. MOTHER MARGUERITE (to Sister Martha) That was ill done, my sister. A little glance! SISTER MARTHA: And such a little plum! MOTHER MARGUERITE: I shall tell this to Monsieur Cyrano. Nay, prithee do not. he will mock! He'll say we nuns are vain! And greedy! MOTHER MARGUERITE (smiling) Ay, and kind! Is it not true, pray, Mother Marguerite, That he has come, each week, on Saturday For ten years, to the convent? Ay! and more! Ever since- fourteen years ago- the day His cousin brought here, midst our woolen coifs, The worldly mourning of her widow's veil, Like a blackbird's wing among the convent doves! He only has the skill to turn her mind From grief- unsoftened yet by Time- unhealed! ALL THE SISTERS: He is so droll. It's cheerful when he comes. He teases us. But we all like him well. - We make him pasties of angelica! But, he is not a faithful Catholic! We will convert him! THE SISTERS: Yes! Yes! I forbid, My daughters, you attempt that subject. Nay, Weary him not- he might less oft come here! Nay, never fear! God knows him well! But- every Saturday, when he arrives, He tells me, Sister, I eat meat on Friday! Ah! says he so? Well, the last time he came Food had not passed his lips for two whole days! Mother! He's poor. Who told you so, dear Mother? Monsieur Le Bret. None help him? He permits not. (In an alley at the back Roxane appears, dressed in black, with a widow's coif and veil. De Guiche, imposing-looking and visibly aged, walks by her side. They saunter slowly. Mother Marguerite rises) Tis time we go in; Madame Madeleine Walks in the garden with a visitor. SISTER MARTHA (to Sister Claire, in a low voice) The Marshal of Grammont? SISTER CLAIRE (looking at him) Tis he, I think. 'Tis many months now since he came to see her. He is so busy. The Court. the camp. The world! They go out. De Guiche and Roxane come forward in silence, and stop close to the embroidery frame. ) Roxane; the Duke de Grammont, formerly Count de Guiche. Then Le Bret and Ragueneau. THE DUKE: And you stay here still- ever vainly fair, Ever in weeds? Ever. THE DUKE: Still faithful? Still. THE DUKE (after a pause) Am I forgiven? Ay, since I am here. (Another pause. ) His was a soul, you say. Ah. when you knew him! Ah, may be. I, perchance, too little knew him. his last letter, ever next your heart? Hung from this chain, a gentle scapulary. And, dead, you love him still? At times. meseems He is but partly dead- our hearts still speak, As if his love, still living, wrapped me round! THE DUKE (after another pause) Cyrano comes to see you? Often, ay. Dear, kind old friend! We call him my 'Gazette. ' He never fails to come: beneath this tree They place his chair, if it be fine: I wait, I broider; the clock strikes; at the last stroke I hear. for now I never turn to look- Too sure to hear his cane tap down the steps; He seats himself: with gentle raillery He mocks my tapestry that's never done; He tells me all the gossip of the week... (Le Bret appears on the steps) Why, here's Le Bret! Le Bret descends) How goes it with our friend? Ill. very ill. ROXANE (to the Duke) He exaggerates! All that I prophesied: desertion, want. His letters now make him fresh enemies. Attacking the sham nobles, sham devout, Sham brave. the thieving authors. all the world! Ah! but his sword still holds them all in check; None get the better of him. THE DUKE (shaking his head) Time will show! Ah, but I fear for him- not man's attack. Solitude- hunger- cold December days, That wolf-like steal into his chamber drear: Lo! the assassins that I fear for him! Each day he tightens by one hole his belt: That poor nose- tinted like old ivory: He has retained one shabby suit of serge. Ay, there is one who has no prize of Fortune. Yet is not to be pitied! LE BRET (with a bitter smile) My Lord Marshal. Pity him not! He has lived out his vows, Free in his thoughts, as in his actions free! LE BRET (in the same tone) My Lord. THE DUKE (haughtily) True! I have all, and he has naught. Yet I were proud to take his hand! Bowing to Roxane) Adieu! I go with you. (The Duke bows to Le Bret, and goes with Roxane toward the steps. ) THE DUKE (pausing, while she goes up) Ay, true. I envy him. Look you, when life is brimful of success - Though the past hold no action foul- one feels A thousand self-disgusts, of which the sum Is not remorse, but a dim, vague unrest; And, as one mounts the steps of worldly fame, The Duke's furred mantles trail within their folds A sound of dead illusions, vain regrets, A rustle- scarce a whisper- like as when, Mounting the terrace steps, by your mourning robe Sweeps in its train the dying autumn leaves. ROXANE (ironically) You are pensive? True! I am! As he is going out, suddenly) Monsieur Le Bret! A word, with your permission? He goes to Le Bret, and in a low voice) True, that none Dare to attack your friend; but many hate him; Yesterday, at the Queen's card-play, twas said 'That Cyrano may die- by accident! Let him stay in- be prudent! LE BRET (raising his arms to heaven) Prudent! He. He's coming here. I'll warn him- but. ROXANE (who has stayed on the steps, to a sister who comes toward her) THE SISTER: Ragueneau would see you, Madame. Let him come. (To the Duke and Le Bret) He comes to tell his troubles. Having been An author (save the mark. poor fellow- now By turns he's singer... Bathing-man... Then actor... Beadle... Wig-maker... Teacher of the lute... What will he be to-day, by chance? RAGUENEAU (entering hurriedly) Ah! Madame! He sees Le Bret) Ah! you here, Sir! Tell all your miseries To him; I will return anon. But, Madame... (Roxane goes out with the Duke. Ragueneau goes toward Le Bret. ) Le Bret, Ragueneau. RAGUENEAU: Since you are here, tis best she should not know! I was going to your friend just now- was but A few steps from the house, when I saw him Go out. I hurried to him. Saw him turn The corner. suddenly, from out a window Where he was passing- was it chance. be! A lackey let fall a large piece of wood. Cowards! O Cyrano! I ran- I saw... 'Tis hideous! Saw our poet, Sir- our friend- Struck to the ground- a large wound in his head! He's dead? No- but- I bore him to his room... Ah! his room! What a thing to see. that garret! He suffers? No, his consciousness has flown. Saw you a doctor? One was kind- he came. My poor Cyrano. We must not tell this To Roxane suddenly. What said this leech. Said. what, I know not- fever, meningitis. Ah! could you see him- all his head bound up. But let us haste. There's no one by his bed. And if he try to rise, Sir, he might die! LE BRET (dragging him toward the right) Come! Through the chapel! Tis the quickest way! ROXANE (appearing on the steps, and seeing Le Bret go away by the colonnade leading to the chapel door) Monsieur le Bret! Le Bret and Ragueneau disappear without answering) Le Bret goes- when I call! Tis some new trouble of good Ragueneau's. (She descends the steps. ) Roxane alone. Two sisters, for a moment. ROXANE: Ah! what a beauty in September's close! My sorrow's eased. April's joy dazzled it, But autumn wins it with her dying calm. (She seats herself at the embroidery frame. Two sisters come out of the house, and bring a large armchair under the tree) There comes the famous armchair where he sits, Dear faithful friend! It is the parlor's best! Thanks, sister. (The sisters go) He'll be here now. (She seats herself. A clock strikes) The hour strikes. - My silks. Why, now, the hour's struck! How strange To be behind his time, at last, to-day! Perhaps the portress- where's my thimble. Here. Is preaching to him. (A pause) Yes, she must be preaching! Surely he must come soon. Ah, a dead leaf. (She brushes off the leaf from her work) Nothing, besides, could- scissors. In my bag! Could hinder him... A SISTER (coming to the steps) Monsieur de Bergerac. Roxane, Cyrano and, for a moment, Sister Martha. ROXANE (without turning round) What was I saying. (She embroiders. Cyrano, very pale, his hat pulled down over his eyes, appears. The sister who had announced him retires. He descends the steps slowly, with a visible difficulty in holding himself upright, bearing heavily on his cane. Roxane still works at her tapestry) Time has dimmed the tints... How harmonize them now? To Cyrano, with playful reproach) For the first time Late. For the first time, all these fourteen years! CYRANO (who has succeeded in reaching the chair, and has seated himself- in a lively voice, which is in great contrast with his pale face) Ay! It is villainous! I raged- was stayed... By. By a bold, unwelcome visitor. ROXANE (absently, working) Some creditor? Ay, cousin. the last creditor Who has a debt to claim from me. Have paid it? No, not yet! I put it off; Said, Cry you mercy; this is Saturday, When I have get a standing rendezvous That naught defers. Call in an hour's time! ROXANE (carelessly) Oh, well, a creditor can always wait! I shall not let you go ere twilight falls. Haply, perforce, I quit you ere it falls! He shuts his eyes, and is silent for a moment. Sister Martha crosses the park from the chapel to the flight of steps. Roxane, seeing her, signs to her to approach. ) How now? You have not teased the Sister? CYRANO (hastily opening his eyes) In a comically loud voice) Sister! come here! The sister glides up to him) Ha! ha! What? Those bright eyes Bent ever on the ground? SISTER MARTHA (who makes a movement of astonishment on seeing his face) CYRANO (in a whisper, pointing to Roxane) Hush! tis naught. (Loudly, in a blustering voice) I broke fast yesterday! SISTER MARTHA (aside) I know, I know! That's how he is so pale! Come presently To the refectory, I'll make you drink A famous bowl of soup. ll come? There, see! You are more reasonable to-day! ROXANE (who hears them whispering) The Sister would convert you? Nay, not I! Hold! but it's true! You preach to me no more, You, once so glib with holy words! I am Astonished. (With burlesque fury) Stay, I will surprise you too! Hark! I permit you... (He pretends to be seeking for something to tease her with, and to have found it. is something new. To- pray for me, to-night, at chapel-time! Oh! oh! CYRANO (laughing) Good Sister Martha is struck dumb! SISTER MARTHA (gently) I did not wait your leave to pray for you. CYRANO (turning to Roxane, who is still bending over her work) That tapestry! Beshrew me if my eyes Will ever see it finished! I was sure To hear that well-known jest! A light breeze causes the leaves to fall. ) The autumn leaves! ROXANE (lifting her head, and looking down the distant alley) Soft golden brown, like a Venetian's hair. - See how they fall! Ay, see how brave they fall, In their last journey downward from the bough, To rot within the clay; yet, lovely still, Hiding the horror of the last decay, With all the wayward grace of careless flight! What, melancholy- you? CYRANO (collecting himself) Nay, nay, Roxane! Then let the dead leaves fall the way they will... And chat. What, have you nothing new to tell, My Court Gazette? Listen. CYRANO (growing whiter and whiter) Saturday The nineteenth: having eaten to excess Of pear-conserve, the King felt feverish; The lancet quelled this treasonable revolt, And the august pulse beats at normal pace. At the Queen's ball on Sunday thirty score Of best white waxen tapers were consumed. Our troops, they say, have chased the Austrians. Four sorcerers were hanged. The little dog Of Madame d'Athis took a dose... I bid You hold your tongue, Monsieur de Bergerac! Monday- not much- Claire changed protector. CYRANO (whose face changes more and more) Tuesday, the Court repaired to Fontainebleau. Wednesday, the Montglat said to Comte de Fiesque... No! Thursday- Mancini, Queen of France! almost! Friday, the Monglat to Count Fiesque said- Yes! And Saturday the twenty-sixth... (He closes his eyes. His head falls forward. ) ROXANE (surprised at his voice ceasing, turns round, looks at him, and rising, terrified) He swoons! She runs toward him crying) CYRANO (opening his eyes, in an unconcerned voice) What is this? He sees Roxane bending over him, and, hastily pressing his hat on his head, and shrinking back in his chair) Nay, on my word 'Tis nothing! Let me be! That old wound Of Arras, sometimes. as you know... Dear friend! Tis nothing, twill pass soon; He smiles with an effort) See. it has passed! Each of us has his wound; ay, I have mine. Never healed up- not healed yet, my old wound! She puts her hand on her breast) Tis here, beneath this letter brown with age, All stained with tear-drops, and still stained with blood. (Twilight begins to fall. ) His letter! Ah! you promised me one day That I should read it. What would you. His letter? Yes, I would fain. to-day... ROXANE (giving the bag hung at her neck) See! here it is! CYRANO (taking it) Have I your leave to open? Open- read! She comes back to her tapestry frame, folds it up, sorts her wools. ) CYRANO (reading) Roxane, adieu! I soon must die! This very night, beloved; and I Feel my soul heavy with love untold. I die! No more, as in days of old, My loving, longing eyes will feast On your least gesture- ay, the least! I mind me the way you touch your cheek With your finger, softly, as you speak! Ah me! I know that gesture well! My heart cries out. I cry "Farewell. But how you read that letter! One would think... CYRANO (continuing to read) My life, my love, my jewel, my sweet, My heart has been yours in every beat! (The shades of evening fall imperceptibly. ) You read in such a voice- so strange- and yet- It is not the first time I hear that voice! She comes nearer very softly, without his perceiving it, passes behind his chair, and, noiselessly leaning over him, looks at the letter. The darkness deepens. ) Here, dying, and there, in the land on high, I am he who loved, who loves you. I. ROXANE (putting her hand on his shoulder) How can you read? It is too dark to see! He starts, turns, sees her close to him. Suddenly alarmed, he holds his head down. Then in the dusk, which has now completely enfolded them, she says, very slowly, with clasped hands) And, fourteen years long, he has played this part Of the kind old friend who comes to laugh and chat. 'Twas you! No, never; Roxane, no! I should have guessed, each time he said my name! No, it was not I! It was you! I see through all the generous counterfeit- The letters- you! The sweet, mad love-words! The voice that thrilled the night- you, you! I swear you err. The soul- it was your soul! I loved you not. You loved me not? Twas he! You loved me! See! how you falter now! No, my sweet love, I never loved you! Things dead, long dead, see! how they rise again! Why, why keep silence all these fourteen years, When, on this letter, which he never wrote, The tears were your tears? CYRANO (holding out the letter to her) The bloodstains were his. Why, then, that noble silence. kept so long- Broken to-day for the first time- why? Le Bret and Ragueneau enter running. Le Bret and Ragueneau. LE BRET: What madness! Here? I knew it well! CYRANO (smiling and sitting up) What now? He has brought his death by coming, Madame. God! Ah, then! that faintness of a moment since. Why, true! It interrupted the 'Gazette. Saturday, twenty-sixth, at dinner-time, Assassination of De Bergerac. (He takes off his hat; they see his head bandaged. ) What says he? Cyrano. His head all bound! Ah, what has chanced? How. Who. 'To be struck down, Pierced by sword i' the heart, from a hero's hand! That I had dreamed. O mockery of Fate! Killed, I! of all men- in an ambuscade! Struck from behind, and by a lackey's hand! Tis very well. I am foiled, foiled in all, Even in my death. Ah, Monsieur. CYRANO (holding out his hand to him) Ragueneau, Weep not so bitterly. do you now, Old comrade? RAGUENEAU (amid his tears) Trim the lights for Moliere's stage. Moliere! Yes; but I shall leave to-morrow. I cannot bear it. Yesterday, they played 'Scapin' I saw he'd thieved a scene from you! What! a whole scene? Oh, yes, indeed, Monsieur, The famous one, Que Diable allait-il faire? Moliere has stolen that? Tut! He did well. (to Ragueneau) How went the scene? It told- I think it told? RAGUENEAU (sobbing) Ah! how they laughed! Look you, it was my life To be the prompter every one forgets! That night when 'neath your window Christian spoke - Under your balcony, you remember? Well! There was the allegory of my whole life: I, in the shadow, at the ladder's foot, While others lightly mount to Love and Fame! Just! very just! Here on the threshold drear Of death, I pay my tribute with the rest, To Moliere's genius. Christian's fair face! The chapel-bell chimes. The nuns are seen passing down the alley at the back, to say their office) Let them go pray, go pray, when the bell rings! ROXANE (rising and calling) Sister! Sister! CYRANO (holding her fast) Call no one. Leave me not; When you come back, I should be gone for aye. (The nuns have all entered the chapel. The organ sounds) I was somewhat fain for music- hark! tis come. Live, for I love you! No, In fairy tales When to the ill-starred Prince the lady says 'I love you. all his ugliness fades fast- But I remain the same, up to the last! I have marred your life- I, I! You blessed my life! Never on me had rested woman's love. My mother even could not find me fair: I had no sister; and, when grown a man, I feared the mistress who would mock at me. But I have had your friendship- grace to you A woman's charm has passed across my path. LE BRET (pointing to the moon, which is seen between the trees) Your other lady-love is come. I see. I loved but once, yet twice I lose my love! Hark you, Le Bret! I soon shall reach the moon. To-night, alone, with no projectile's aid. What are you saying? I tell you, it is there, There, that they send me for my Paradise, There I shall find at last the souls I love, In exile. Galileo- Socrates! LE BRET (rebelliously) No, no! It is too clumsy, too unjust! So great a heart! So great a poet! Die Like this? what, die. Hark to Le Bret, who scolds! LE BRET (weeping) Dear friend... CYRANO (starting up, his eyes wild) What ho! Cadets of Gascony! The elemental mass- ah yes! The hic... His science still- he raves! Copernicus Said... Mais que diable allait-il faire, Mais que diable allait-il faire dans cette galere. Philosopher, metaphysician, Rhymer, brawler, and musician, Famed for his lunar expedition, And the unnumbered duels he fought. And lover also. by interposition. Here lies Hercule Savinien De Cyrano de Bergerac, Who was everything, yet was naught. I cry you pardon, but I may not stay; See, the moon-ray that comes to call me hence! He has fallen back in his chair; the sobs of Roxane recall him to reality; he looks long at her, and, touching her veil) I would not bid you mourn less faithfully That good, brave Christian: I would only ask That when my body shall be cold in clay You wear those sable mourning weeds for two, And mourn awhile for me, in mourning him. I swear it you. CYRANO (shivering violently, then suddenly rising) Not there! what, seated. no! They spring toward him) Let no one hold me up- He props himself against the tree) Only the tree! Silence) It comes. E'en now my feet have turned to stone, My hands are gloved with lead! He stands erect) But since Death comes, I meet him still afoot, He draws his sword) And sword in hand! ROXANE (half fainting) All shrink back in terror. ) Why, I well believe He dares to mock my nose? Ho! insolent! He raises his sword) What say you? It is useless? Ay, I know But who fights ever hoping for success? I fought for lost cause, and for fruitless quest! You there, who are you. You are thousands! I know you now, old enemies of mine! Falsehood! He strikes in air with his sword) Have at you! Ha! and Compromise! Prejudice, Treachery. (He strikes) Surrender, I? Parley? No, never! You too, Folly. you? I know that you will lay me low at last; Let be! Yet I fall fighting, fighting still! He makes passes in the air, and stops, breathless) You strip from me the laurel and the rose! Take all! Despite you there is yet one thing I hold against you all, and when, to-night, I enter Christ's fair courts, and, lowly bowed, Sweep with doffed casque the heavens' threshold blue, One thing is left, that, void of stain or smutch, I bear away despite you. (He springs forward, his sword raised; it falls from his hand; he staggers, falls back into the arms of Le Bret and Ragueneau. ) ROXANE (bending and kissing his forehead) Tis. CYRANO (opening his eyes, recognizing her, and smiling) MY PANACHE. 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Song pls. Recorded at the Playhouse Theatre, London By Edmond Rostand, in a new version by Martin Crimp Directed by Jamie Lloyd James McAvoy ( X-Men, Atonement) returns to the stage in an inventive new adaptation of Cyrano de Bergerac. Fierce with a pen and notorious in combat, Cyrano almost has it all – if only he could win the heart of his true love Roxane. Theres just one big problem: he has a nose as huge as his heart. Will a society engulfed by narcissism get the better of Cyrano – or can his mastery of language set Roxanes world alight? Edmond Rostands masterwork is adapted by Martin Crimp, with direction by Jamie Lloyd ( Betrayal. This classic play will be brought to life with linguistic ingenuity to celebrate Cyranos powerful and resonant resistance against overwhelming odds. Thursday 27 February - 7. 00pm Tickets: 15, Students 10 (plus 85p per ticket fee if booked online.
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