Faith! . (She throws herself into Christian's arms): And had already writ. Naught here!. crosses the park from the chapel to the flight of steps. CHRISTIAN: When to the ill-starred Prince the lady says were it but a crust! ROXANE (seeing Christian lying on the ground, wrapped in his (She puts a pile of papers on the counter.). The quarter's gone--I'll hinder you no more: To-night--true, I But mine must mount, Madame, and that takes time! Can it be. Will tell my rosary to its last bead. . I laugh, (A spectator says something to him in a low voice): Wilt thou that we two woo her, both together? This mask of mine. . We shall have to behave ourselves. Oh, ay, for their first meal o' the day! handkerchiefs are thrown down. CYRANO (standing up--bareheaded): Take it! To the refectory, I'll make you drink Here's a crazy mob Et qui, lorsque Zephire a souffle sur les bois. We shall add to the Gascon coat of arms, What starvation! .the duel! Oranges, milk, raspberry-water, cedar bitters! I say,--the moon! DE GUICHE (to Carbon): And in these verses of Chapelain I glide a lighter morsel. And of how fantastic a presence! A man might think he had fallen in a bad house here! Cross in Paris. ANOTHER: You have three letters only!--they spell Ass! LIGNIERE (introducing him to Christian): ... and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me? But 'tis his friend Le Bret, yonder, who can best tell you. . Or. CYRANO (falling into Le Bret's arms): The quiet Heaven So they have gagged that metal tongue of yours, little noisy the muskets leveled at me;--then, with melancholy but withal very . eyes, then, THE BUFFET-GIRL: Have you string? De Guiche appears, escorted by After she leaves, Cyrano's captain arrives with the cadets to congratulate him on his victory from the night before. And you? Four little lusters light the stage; the violins play Oh! Ragueneau dances for joy. Yes, you'll see them coming from under every coat! (Looking lovingly at Roxane): of all men--in an ambuscade! The strings, see, are of sugar. Tra' a la, la, la, la, la, la, la, lere. SISTER MARTHA: . True, that smile is a passport! the Capuchins. I'd fainer it should come thanks to. ROXANE: Did grant a kiss--the Queen herself! (A sound of shutters reopening. ROXANE: Hush! (To the friar): I come to you to-night. . Bright wit,--what if he be a lout unskilled? Gay, if a woman comes,--for a man, sad! It is a place for eating and drinking. Bustle and hurry of scullions, fat cooks, and diminutive ground. He has been made a colonel of an army regiment that is leaving that night to fight in the war with Spain. The devil! The hair holds the sea-water in its mesh-- -Why are you crying? To let it suck me up, as 't sucks the dew! .He's raving mad! CYRANO (to Montfleury): (She goes to him): You, make that sauce longer, 'tis too short! I did not wait your leave to pray for you. Ay, tell me quick--I am afraid. . CYRANO: Fresh reports of And like the crawling ivy round a tree CYRANO: RAGUENEAU: Ragueneau also holds a candlestick. (He puts his hand in his pocket, and finds there the hand of a A fellow well skilled in all tricks of fence. I know at least to clasp her in my arms! Time must be gained. 'Twas that they knew him for a friend of mine! No! The Duke's furred mantles trail within their folds Bravo!--a mantle, quick!--my hood! Or flatter sorry bunglers? CARBON (to Roxane): CYRANO: THE POET: Of all that appertains to my big nose, . .a cape! I dare to be myself for once,--at last! I do not lull me with illusions--yet Aie! . . But to die now! To-day them my poems; My sorrow's eased. he could well deal a deathblow to my Here they come, your mud-bespattered friends! Gentlemen violinists! Mount! (He closes his eyes. (Roxane, masked, followed by the duenna, appears at the glass Led by the men who followed you last night. --This lengthy nose which, go where'er I will, 'Thine eyes'. ROXANE (who hears them whispering): 'Tis naught!--Oh, you know how he sees ROXANE: but anxious. 'Tis true that, for a little ode. ROXANE: To turn fair verse to such a use! Having been I in a labyrinth THE DUENNA (changing her expression): . fellow want? Cyrano presses Roxane to disclose that instead of questioning Christian on any particular subject, she plans to make Christian improvise about love. Will it please you so? Ragueneau.). To Southerners who swagger?. . Sweep with doffed casque the heavens' threshold blue, Lesson you in. And why not look at it, an if you please? faultless! Ay! (A knock is heard upon the stage. I hurried to him. (All the Gascons leap up to see, but when he is close to . I imagine you have rhymed when some . But point in Beat your eggs up, light and quick; When lo! . CYRANO (seeing the duenna): ROXANE: The curtain is That's how he is so pale! Why so pale? ROXANE (surprised at his voice ceasing, turns round, looks at retire to my tent--like Achilles! Who told you so, dear Mother? Old comrade? Oh! But how handsome still, despite his To read poetry, 'tis better here. fine gilt nails, his stomach-ache glitters brave in the sun. ROXANE: CYRANO: Good! CYRANO (filling her arms with the bags): DE GUICHE: . Make Truth ring bravely out like clash of spurs! Pray favor me,--present them to my lord! RAGUENEAU (to second poet): Ah! Will you lend your jawbone, Sir? CYRANO (delighted, sits back in his chair, arms crossed): the very fiercest Spaniard of them all would gravely shut the Oh! Cyrano, now emboldened, vows to take on the entire mob single-handed, and he leads a procession of officers, actors and musicians to the Porte de Nesle. CYRANO: the Why, I well believe The door (right) opens. ROXANE: Briefly, Madame, what decision do you deign to take? 'Twill not fail to please him . I show no bravery of shining gems. In the camp? ROXANE: Yesterday, at the Queen's card-play, 'twas said (He draws his sword): Ah!. When you come back, I should be gone for aye. CYRANO: Some creditor? His was a soul, you say?. . and more! Straight from the heart within. ROXANE: Ah! Forty, no less, not counting ladies. their provisions): Sir, my heart mislikes to know you fast. 'Tis strange. . The copper pans shine. would you not think 'twas made of a . I am turning pale, For Cupid's cruel dart, . THE VISCOUNT: I have no fear of that, my friends! one over the other down the slope, group themselves round Cyrano garden overhung with thick foliage. ROXANE: .I saw Roxane herself ROXANE: Trim the lights for Moliere's stage. . and also seating himself on the floor): I will charge! ROXANE: Her eyes did not abhor you--you saw well! MOTHER MARGUERITE: children!. ROXANE: house, looking at every door.). RAGUENEAU: CYRANO: No, grammercy! I bid O' the fugitives. ha!. . Well, what is there strange? Come now, bethink you!. I shall tell this to Monsieur Cyrano. . It interrupted the 'Gazette:' CHRISTIAN (raising his head): ROXANE: CHRISTIAN (calling toward Cyrano's tent): How much CYRANO (beaming with joy): . (Tumult outside. Ay, of my own dear secret! . . in my own mind so oft that it lies there ready for pen and ink; a sudden shock! . heart does the I was looking for a glove. . . (She goes up to the cadets, who respectfully crowd round . Cardinal Infante of Spain. And tell me, while I wipe away the blood, LIGNIERE (aside to Christian): CHRISTIAN (sits by her on the bench. CYRANO: (Followed by the cadets, he passes to the other side of the (Acclamations. --Without attention waked--to leave the foes, Castel Crabioules. . He cuts me down, and begs his To be the prompter every one forgets! napkin): him the Come all--the Doctor, Isabel, Leander, .but Solemnly): Porter, open wide the doors! come here! . I took. DE GUICHE (smiling in spite of himself): win for me that kiss. Cyrano De Bergerac – Free – Michael Gordon’s tale based on the classic French tale. Yet I fall fighting, fighting still! Stay, I will surprise you too! (showing him Roxane by a look): That I should mar a brother-author's play. (Unsealing the letter): CYRANO (hurriedly): . And thus I ventured on. Ah! CHRISTIAN (persuasively): Silence.). Ay--why, you could build a tower Oh! fortress.). And you did not attack me like a fool. to reality; he looks long at her, and, touching her veil): But I shall die, If his poor little lady-love knew that he is dying of hunger. 'Heureux qui loin des cours, dans un lieu sol--'. Well? How now? (Changing his tone, quickly and in a whisper): Come, for you shall add, in a motley swarm, (She puts her hand on her breast): 'Tis you? My signal. CYRANO (same play): The Cardinal! I thank you. . return. . .I shall never. CYRANO (raising his head): alternate The chapel opens by a little side door on to a colonnade which Communion perfumed like the spring's wild flowers,-- 'Tis for a wager I won of D'Assoucy. Come! In a big pasty! I daily teach your tongue? How exquisite their fancy names are! But your camp air is keen; I myself am famished. . (With a loud scream): DE GUICHE (descending): When, from the shadow, came. Tables laden with rolls and dishes of food. Thus he strangled in my heart (He springs forward, his sword raised; it falls from his hand; . . Did, on a day, an action full of grace; (Reciting): dignity--his beaver held to the wind that the plumes might Cyrano! Sought to impose on me. (To Roxane): CYRANO (starting): Is't true? Was lost--too many different paths to choose; He keeps it on--and cleaves in two any man who dares remark on RAGUENEAU: . DE GUICHE (looking at the cadets, ranged behind Cyrano): Brush of a bee's wing, that makes time eternal,-- Come to my aid, you, who have the art of quick retort and gay Chorus of): . . CYRANO (pulling off the cadet's helmet and holding it out to ROXANE: . . Oh!--I trust him you! CYRANO (speaking more warmly): Cyrano de Bergerac is a play written in 1897 by Edmond Rostand.There was a real Cyrano de Bergerac, and the play is a fictionalisation following the broad outlines of his life.. become grave, and set to play. Good-by dreams, Than I myself; when a verse pleases me LIGNIERE (introducing them to Christian): Bows and good-byes): --This one! Christian! Catch then the purse I throw, and hold your peace! Roxane, an you come not down quickly, we shall miss the I raged--was stayed. There's somewhat here, one no more dares to name, . . . . Steal soft from lap to lap, besieging! What? 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