I may provoke some great man, some great prince,
A
Ah!. my cherished leaves! Serve yourself! With my own men, to scatter them! He may correct a line or two, at most. Oh, ay, for their first meal o' the day! then. Eagle-eye and spindle-shanks,
shoulders):
(The sisters go):
. On blood-stained turf, not on a fever-bed,
By coming early, one can eat in comfort. Sweep--close all, but leave the lights. CARBON:
. FIRST PASTRY-COOK (showing a dish to Ragueneau):
(The people begin to go out, while Cyrano looks on with
the muskets leveled at me;--then, with melancholy but withal very
O heavens!. the very fiercest Spaniard of them all would gravely shut the
FIRST POET (to second):
Grow pale, fear, calculate? Peacock! Think you not we might give him something to eat? What now? The matter?--Nothing!--'Tis my blood--boiling at the thought of
. Have words of mine the power
. Cyrano de Bergerac, however, marks the end of French dramatic Romanticism, which was soon overtaken by more naturalistic styles. I. . What would you, little ones? A lovely frame for this wild battle-scene;
Fierce mustache, and wolfish tooth! . THE CROWD (presses round Cyrano. CYRANO:
holding on to the branch, which bends, dropping him between the
Wait; let the rabble go!. He cuts me down, and begs his
ROXANE:
They find their way at once? A word with you!. RAGUENEAU (to second poet):
CARBON (turning and looking at him from head to foot):
(Showing the buffet):
Cunningly contrived! Ragueneau! I will
Renaudet,. ROXANE:
Who is extremely useful to my ends. On his nose?. Your place, to-night, come tell me in my ear, what did it cost
. . Choose the point from whence it comes. you go too quick! Master Balthazar Baro. . Some
I move a pace--lo, such! You have. CRIES (from all the audience, at the entrance of a plump
Good-day! ANOTHER:
Never! (He declaims solemnly):
. . (A spectator says something to him in a low voice):
Ha! The sunburnt shepherd-boy with scarlet beret,
Come, a bout
ROXANE:
RAGUENEAU (taking advantage of the moment she turns her back,
With your finger, softly, as you speak! Who goes there? A little Burgundy. . An actor villainous! ROXANE (carelessly):
CYRANO:
DE GUICHE:
. Ragueneau,
Out with your cards, pipes,
The bag of crowns?. I never can. (Changing his tone, gravely):
. CYRANO (bowing):
RAGUENEAU:
I soon shall reach the moon. . Confession next!. Your spit, Sir Scullion--slow your zeal! PERSONNAGES Cyrano de Bergerac . (Ragueneau goes after his friends. toward her):
. visible. . . . RAGUENEAU (making passes with a spit that he catches up):
. (All bring their stools up, and group round him, listening
make haste! Fool! they know. . still empty. ramparts.). The curtain is
But why a hundred men 'gainst one poor rhymer? your
wools. (Quickly):
pane of the door. Hams suspended. here!--Besides,
CYRANO:
Yes, cousin, he is of your regiment! Oh!. . If kisses fast could flee
That held this silver watch. do not speak to him; he has seated himself at a table, where Lise
CYRANO:
Ligniere!. . The sister who had announced him retires. (She offers him the whole bunch. . RAGUENEAU:
Shame on me!--I was too presumptuous. Our hero! Brighter than even your own, cousin! DE GUICHE (taking the scarf):
You said--? . . superb
God! .Ah, my God!. . . themselves? Prefer to make a visit to a rhyme? ROXANE:
wait awhile! Not to mount high, perchance, but mount alone! All slowly rise, looking in terror at Cyrano, who
See, hot and well browned. aged, walks by her side. The kiss, love's feast, so near! and Cureau de la Chambre, Porcheres, Colomby, Bourzeys,
CYRANO (writing):
me! . actors (male and female), violinists, pages, children, soldiers,
Lesson you in. Ay, and a fish-hook with it. Will you--to kindle all her heart to flame--
. CYRANO:
What tune, Sir Gassendist? my shop
'Tis at Phoebus' own rays that thy roasts turn! Another Gascon boast! Does that word
CYRANO:
Ever since
SOME ONE (also advancing):
The ovens in the darkness under the stairs give forth a red
d'Orfevres! One of those men who well could speak their love! ), (He moves away. Our Baro!--
DE GUICHE (who has controlled himself--smiling):
gallant):
. Rally your poor eloquence that's flown! Ragueneau dances for joy. . Festooned about with crystal flacons, full
I have only seen him at the Comedy. (Tumult outside. (He writes. Oh, may be! It would spout milk! and I wager a fowl--a la Ragueneau. We go to hear mass at St. Roch. .to tell?. Hey?--What?--What is't?. ROXANE (to Christian, just as Cyrano is drawing him
. A MARQUIS (seeing that the hall is half empty):
Where will they lead you, at the end? .hold, methought seven. Let me but go, and I will deliver you a secret. Marry, 'twould puzzle even our grim painter Philippe de
The verses of old Baro are not worth
I must speak with you ere you speak to her. . Each glance of thine awakes in me a virtue,--
ornamented with little lusters, vases, glasses, plates of tarts,
His letters now make him fresh enemies!--
. . THE SPECTATOR:
Four custards, and fifteen cream-puffs. besieging! Another of Rostand's works, Les Romanesques, was adapted to the musical comedy The Fantasticks. To
RAGUENEAU (throwing down the carriage cushions):
I do not say that, if I loved you well,
Ah!. . . CYRANO (making a noise like the waves, with weird
Catch then the purse I throw, and hold your peace! ALL THE WOMEN (dancing for joy):
.I shall never. . (Briskly, to the second page, the moment the doorkeeper's back is
Your humble and obliged--et cetera.'. The chivalrous Cyrano sets up with Christian an innocent deception, with tragic results. This scratch! CYRANO:
box, and crosses the pit surrounded by obsequious noblemen, among
. At your age, fie! THE GUARDSMAN (behind him, still teasing the shop-girl):
.a cape! Brissaille (laughing) Not drunk as yet? bows.). struck him on seeing his beauty):
'Tis fine! My going moves you not, meseems. CYRANO (proudly):
Why? (he drinks):
Some creditor? Will serve for asterisks i' the printed page! . Your words are hesitating. toward him):
But--sing? landscape. FIRST POET:
More by token, I myself have exposed this
In exile,--Galileo--Socrates! . CUIGY:
And I, the glimmering whiteness of your dress:
CARBON:
'Tis not my form I lace to make me slim,
Not I. ROXANE:
Christian! Love,--which is ever sad amid its transports! And am I not free to turn at last to some use the sole thing
To read poetry, 'tis better here. ROXANE:
CYRANO (shouting to the Gascons):
Daphnes--creations of our noddle-heads. CYRANO:
DE GUICHE (seated with haughty carelessness in an armchair
I am not certain. Yes! I fell from the moon! LE BRET (dragging him toward the right):
A fellow well skilled in all tricks of fence. Will you complete me, and let me complete you? (Seeing Roxane come out from Clomire's house):
ROXANE:
This passes all! (The nuns have all entered the chapel. Come, nay. (To Ragueneau):
Cadets of Gascony! . and finally reseat themselves.). ROXANE (courtesying to De Guiche):
Embracing then
And you? SISTER MARTHA (to Mother Marguerite):
But I saw Sister Martha take a plum
Ugly! (The house-door opens. . Cuigy! Each of the carriage-lamps is a little larder! Nothing!. Saltpeter-fed to the stars' pastures blue! Peace! The sonnet to Phillis!. A pen!. CYRANO (more and more moved):
What words would serve you? Hush! . CYRANO (from the doorway, signing to Ragueneau to draw the
CHRISTIAN:
O' the fugitives. The tart! . I mean to write the whole thing in a book;
ANOTHER:
he carries a nose!--ah, good my lords, what a nose is his! I thank you. . ANOTHER:
CYRANO:
Silence. Just! . Cyrano, rushing to the battle, is stopped by Carbon de
A CADET (to the rest):
. You too, Folly,--you? If his poor little lady-love knew that he is dying of hunger. Hey? You'll sleep in your own bed! SEVERAL GASCONS:
He seats himself:--with gentle raillery
To take letters at each day's dawn. Felixerie. Captain's uniform. I will try my best, but promise. by His Eminence Joseph himself. DE GUICHE (appearing on the ramparts--bareheaded--with a wound
'Tis the color called 'Sick Spaniard.'. CYRANO (making signs that he should not awake the others):
'Midst us pure Gascons--(pure! ha!. Bore me with them, close by the hostile ranks:
. ROXANE:
.his nose. drawing some paper
ROXANE (detaining him):
letter):
Ugly!. trick? And then, if glory come by chance your way,
Will be by Heaven well recompensed. The tears were your tears? This waxes critical!. . LISE (offended):
THE DUENNA:
The Queen of France, to a most favored lord
(Drily):
What, ho! open to let in the spectators. (When he looks up, the branch has sprung back into its place. I will but put me on a cloak! To pay no tribute unto Caesar, none,
(To the officers):
The window on Roxane's balcony is wide open. In the middle of the shop an iron hoop is suspended from the
De Guiche! . Did, on a day, an action full of grace;
CYRANO:
Last night,. This letter warns me. THE PICKPOCKET (with great dignity):
.If not. There comes the famous armchair where he sits,
CYRANO:
DE GUICHE (to Roxane):
(She points to the door opposite. Grows cold against my own! Of Carbon of Castel-Jaloux! and follow them.). You will all be good enough
Bellerose,
(He shuts the door, comes down toward Roxane, and, uncovering,
RAGUENEAU:
The Cardinal! .a master?. He could not have believed the thing, unless
Sir, my heart mislikes to know you fast. so!--has
. How love possesses you? table--whispering behind him):
CYRANO:
O, Christian, my true lord, I come--
Why? her):
(Christian has just entered, and mingled with the cadets, who
Hark you, Le Bret! Monsieur Le Bret! 'Twill not hurt me! All the same. . Things dead, long dead, see! CARBON:
Do you think I will eat your leavings? (De Guiche speaks in a low voice with Carbon at the back. . ROXANE (dryly):
--What is the smell I notice here? . skilled to say as sweetly as he all the pretty nothings that mean
I was looking for a glove. CYRANO:
.ay, even one
So are you
I told her all. I mean, you. --But, ne'er to see her more! his arms crossed, his beaver cocked fiercely, his mustache
. If kisses could be writ with ink,
. CUIGY:
SECOND CADET (rushing toward another who is munching
Of death, I pay my tribute with the rest,
He has lived out his vows,
. Thou hast conquered all of me! The procession
He is not join your ranks, under Captain
taste of my cane? ROXANE:
Took for a cradle! For the sole reason they spoke through their nose! We are to besiege Arras. Each separate page
And you find a hand. Ligniere staggers first after him, then the
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pastry.). Chapter the Thirteenth. good Fathers! ever since I have adored you! . 'Tis true! It is the busy hour of the
Good! like angel's flight,
(Silence. I soon must die! A boast? CYRANO (pushing them all toward the house):
This vile protuberance can inspire my heart! .Troth, we are here before the candles are
. 'Tis you? In Venice? Ah! ROXANE:
(General delight. . Play you a tune! ANOTHER CADET:
. One does not lightly abdicate the honor
An intense, raw and deep revival of Rostand's Cyrano de Bergerac DE GUICHE (trying to draw away the dismayed viscount):
Displays his tyrannies:
.hmm. . ROXANE (lifting her head, and looking down the distant
CHRISTIAN:
The voice o' th' night! FOURTH POET (looking at a cake which he has taken):
A CADET (looking toward the back of the stage):
Give me that letter! I knew naught was to fear;
THE DUENNA (making behind his back a mocking courtesy):
Ah! 'Tis here,--I'm sure of it--Madame Madeleine Robin. 'Tis strange. Let him describe his curve as it befits! If kisses fast could flee!'. . .He's raving mad! Paternal bounty, in a day, thou'rt sped! dice-boxes remain suspended in their hands, the smoke of their
. Struck to the ground--a large wound in his head! No--but--I bore him to his room. insolent! I stay. CYRANO (hurriedly):
You are breakfasting? mantles on, are already standing up in the boxes, stop to listen,
drawn from his pocket. I wear no gloves? --E'en though you never were to know it,--never! (Changing his tone, quickly and in a whisper):
.The Spaniards, gazing on a lady so dainty fair, overlooked
Roxane is precieuse. mirror!--My cuffs!--Your curling-iron!--A razor!. THE DOORKEEPER (sternly, to the pages):
. .render me back the sonnet to Phillis, and
Orange drink? If so--the kiss I asked--oh, grant it not. Of Madame d'Athis took a dose. ROXANE:
'tis a trifle better! --Give you such pleasure? There's somewhat here, one no more dares to name,
ROXANE (going up to Christian):
this name):
. .that a hundred men. . when I must
. .suddenly, from out a window
something):
No one can fetch it hither! Blown gently windward by old ladies' sighs? Were hidden in the murky dark. . Ay, but the cold, supple Gascon--that is the stuff success is
. his room! CYRANO:
. ANOTHER (already there):
To-night--true, I
(To Cyrano passionately):
Monday--not much--Claire changed protector. . niece of
ha! My chair there--quick!--I go! If, when the regiment march to Arras, he were left here with his
.unknot those tangled sentiments! A MUSKETEER (with fierce mustache, enters, and in a stentorian
THE DUENNA:
'Tis that of the Cadets. Our union, without witness--secret--
that while
and more! The hair holds the sea-water in its mesh--
LISE (to the musketeer, who has merely bowed in answer to
SISTER CLAIRE (looking at him):
They're full of grease!--a stew? He comes to tell his troubles. FIRST CADET:
I laugh,
It is the signal! CHRISTIAN:
How like you those lines? What hast rhymed of late, Ragueneau? That was ill done, my sister. tricks on
Tableau. Trim the lights for Moliere's stage. THE GUARDSMAN (drawing her to a dark corner):
Porters for my lord De Guiche! The fool is comical! In moments when my hopes rose proudest,
Sincere, all-powerful. My heart cries out!--I cry "Farewell"!'. No more the call to combat,
'Here, dying, and there, in the land on high,
He rises
Ah?. Cyrano would never pardon me for
Oh! THE PICKPOCKET:
CYRANO (contemptuously):
under doublets, cloaks, and beavers. retinue. to Arras? officers. Written haphazard-wise,
Ah! CYRANO (whose face stiffens at once):
They're looking! (She calls toward the house):
CYRANO (with emotion):
DE GUICHE (who has remembered his mask):
MOTHER MARGUERITE (smiling):
And why not look at it, an if you please? . Although my Gascon pride would else forbid
CYRANO:
'Twas one man, say they all, ay, swear to it, one man who,
. . Beef jelly! DE GUICHE:
ROXANE:
You knew him, you alone. Ah! RAGUENEAU (stopping short in the act of thrusting to look at
A silence. CYRANO:
.but
(De Guiche goes out, and mounts into his chair. the Tender
fastidious! lit. Enough!. .? that he be
. The devil! ROXANE (who was about to shut the casement, pausing):
We shall be more private there. .e'en so,
the park; some are seated on the bench around an older
his nose? before dawn. Oh! Monsieur de Valvert, a viscount--and--accommodating! Then in the dusk, which has now completely
rooted to the ground, afraid to raise his eyes):
woman! . And you, as you put on your lengthy spit the modest fowl and the
Stay. To-day? claws! I would be private; send each soul away,
. --For she loves me only for my soul! Yes. the clock):
.So you can play
Christian! . her coif
Nay, not the half or quarter of such jest! CYRANO (falling into Le Bret's arms):
But vary it. In its little dainty bed
Than I myself; when a verse pleases me
The small gold stars, that, wrapped up in my cloak,
. . ROXANE:
Monsieur de Cyrano
gallant gentlemen in the world,--I passed on! Christian goes out.). On I went, thinking, 'For a knavish cause
.hm!. Duty calls! Ever in weeds? What!--for a few
but what matter is that to Cyrano? To be content, if neither oak nor elm--
so much--
Military: 'Point against cavalry!' CARBON (to Roxane):
--Could hinder him. CYRANO:
(The children give him back the bag, seize the cakes quickly,
methinks 'twere impossible that there could breathe a man on
The Cardinal--was there? . How glad I am to meet you, Sir! What is't? - Ci-gît Hercule-Savinien De Cyrano de Bergerac, Qui fut tout et qui ne fut rien. ROXANE:
. This is
will wager you a day's music,' says he!--And lost it! THE VISCOUNT:
Every one turns round. . Grammercy, no! RAGUENEAU:
You love me, then, a little? I would fain die thus, some soft summer eve,
Well! CHRISTIAN:
CYRANO:
ROXANE:
. Nay! . . They tear open and turn out the contents of the
He could not be grotesque to me! What means this sudden silence?. Since all my company's assembled here,
CYRANO:
My military rank; thus I contrived
if De Guiche comes, let no one invite him! CYRANO (turning his chair toward the boxes gallantly):
(In an alley at the back Roxane appears, dressed in black, with a
I am well pleased to see their pain change its viscera. DE GUICHE (controlling himself, haughtily):
ROXANE (moved deeply):
rats? MONTFLEURY (to the marquises):
voice of thunder):
. Oh! A thing to jest at--that it is my wont--
Hear his arrogance! I know that gesture well! call your wife ant and Bacchante! Park of the Sisters of the Holy
My coronet for a bit of Chester! RAGUENEAU:
what, seated?--no! ROXANE (smiling):
. . little man, joyously excited):
Less, to-night--would be too few! One haughty glance of my eye can conquer any man that should
Here are the rebels! By a holy man, discreet, intelligent:
I shall come and see! . The bold Cadets of Gascony,
Cuigy comes rapidly up to Cyrano.). Am I not apt at reading letters? 'Twere courteous an he sent you a few partridges! are seen in the background through the glass door, in the gray
Never to pen a line that has not sprung
ALL TOGETHER (beside themselves):
Hist!. 'Scapin'--I saw he'd thieved a scene from you! CYRANO (when the door is shut, bowing to her):
Cadets of Gascony! Oh! love you hot
What is it? So soft! A protectress. 'Tis very well. (He strides across the balcony, and drawing to him a long branch
. Prepare
In the oven place each mold:
please you, I hope. off! . (Followed by the cadets, he passes to the other side of the
But brace my soul with efforts as with stays,
thought of it to-
I mind me the way you touch your cheek
(They examine each other. start--but--how leave you now that I feel your heart is touched! (She goes to him):
But how did you contrive, since we have been cut off, thus. You'll promise me you will do this for me? He won't come! lasted! . Can that be felt, Roxane! He's an author. (A chair is passed from hand to hand, over the heads of the
. Calves! Bertrand the fifer!--you were shepherd once,--
dainty!. . .written to her oftener than you think. (He puts it in his pocket):
Those poor fellows, shortly doomed to death,--
ground, and on their cloaks, and light long pipes):
Make us a music pastoral days recalling--
You should try to bring us back provision. . DE GUICHE (with a freezing look):
Your story would arrest at Peter's gate
. Decided to be admirable in all! The sweet, mad love-words! CYRANO:
THE FIRST:
RAGUENEAU (admiringly):
Ah, what has chanced? THE DUKE (after another pause):
is wreathed with autumn leaves, and is lost to view a little
cousin to
LE BRET (entering, and running up to Cyrano):
Know you who might be the hero of the fray? Two sisters come out
There, that they send me for my Paradise,
Is there to stare at? standing up in the boxes. I am a fool--could die for shame! Believe me, we had best make our bow to him. (She lays all out on the grass, aided by the two imperturbable
I go to inspect the cannon, and shall
'Tis nothing, 'twill pass soon;
. . --Is cadet in your own company! I do not lull me with illusions--yet
. CYRANO (who has succeeded in reaching the chair, and has seated
Nay, but this bunch!. Desirous of my favor. . What, ho! CYRANO:
. My Lord de Guiche, permit that I present--
congratulating him. A YOUNG MAN (to Cyrano):
And chat. . . ROXANE:
O Woman! He makes gestures of surprise on seeing
Lord! you?. no great lord to shield you with his name? That night when 'neath your window Christian spoke
'Twere too unjust! Go out of camp, but watch
(To Cyrano, pushing him toward the house):
You march victorious,--I go in your shadow;
RAGUENEAU (serving them):
A heart too deep for common minds to plumb,
CYRANO:
RAGUENEAU (giving him a coin):
Scarce find for me--their Colonel--a disdain
. Imprinted in each burning word was love
'Lady,
. All things of thine I mind, for I love all things;
The forehead, free from mainstay or coercion,
To hear that well-known jest! The pit is empty. . Who goes out without sleeve-knots, ribbons, lace! THE DUKE (haughtily):
CHRISTIAN (taking his hands):
The Viscount, Baro, the Academy. . On the panels of this door, in
. O flute! lords go away whispering together. A CADET (in a terrible voice):
Who? You tremble! miss me. SECOND POET:
I. . beavers):
return. A thousand self-disgusts, of which the sum
Our troops, they say, have chased the Austrians. Cadets reappear, wounded, falling on the
That she would make you taste her buskin's sole! Or smear myself with marrow from a bull,
To the first cadet):
'Tis Gascony! Ah! (A sound of shutters reopening. . . THE BURGHER (coming down again with his son):
Is it not beautiful? DE GUICHE:
ANOTHER (in a hollow voice, darting on all-fours from under
While we were chatting, they have plighted troth. Yet never till to-night my speech has sprung
ROXANE:
CYRANO:
THE BURGHER (hurriedly pulling his son away):
The whole background of the stage is crossed by an alley of
But how did you pass through their lines? . With practice such gymnastic grows less hard! respectfully):
ANOTHER (with a gracious smile):
To-morrow, at the early blush of dawn,
knife! What time is it? point in
. . LIGNIERE (drinking his fourth glass):
I would not sally forth--a half-washed-out
Armand de Richelieu. Sir, have you seen Monsieur de Cyrano? Roxane shall never have a disillusion! As she can step into her chaise a porteurs,
He loves me, and is powerful, and, if
Pray, Sir. oh! But--every Saturday, when he arrives,
A wooden gallery,
What were we saying? heart does the
. CYRANO:
Nor Dian fleet across the woods spring-flowered,
. (He puts his hand in his pocket, and finds there the hand of a
Fierce mustache, and wolfish tooth! I'll gladly say a word to him for you. . Not drunk as yet? I am trembling, weeping!--I am thine! (To a cook, showing him some loaves):
. THE CADETS (rushing pellmell to the carriage):
I pray you have a care! He did well!. to him):
On both sides of the stage are benches. Embarrass you before my face, Roxane? I will come to you, masked. The hall is oblong and seen obliquely, so that one of its
children!. CYRANO:
Till now I spoke haphazard. CYRANO (taking out the letter he had written):
'Heureux qui loin des cours, dans un lieu sol--'. CHRISTIAN:
distinguished-looking roue, with disordered shirt-front
Magdaleine Robin--Roxane, so called! THE BURGHER (furious, shaking his fist):
Sister Martha
Of flesh and bone, beneath his forehead's bump!' Twenty hands are held out to seize the shoulder
Every one is motionless. to the sentry on the rampart):
Our lady-loves,--phantasms of our brains,
CYRANO:
Spaniards, spectators (male and female), precieuses, nuns,
And sword in hand! Some pebbles! Dear faithful friend! It was simple enough, for I had
But, of this be rumored, your glory. No! DE GUICHE (to Christian):
ROXANE:
Late!--For the first time, all these fourteen years! .parodying Pyramus' sighs. A man must carry no weight who would get by there! CYRANO:
CYRANO (reappearing, fully armed):
Had I not seen, then I could never have believed it! Thus ruin was
If the word burns it,--what would the kiss do? He sleeps. DE GUICHE (surprised and gratified):
. CYRANO (to De Guiche--pointing to Roxane):
I were fain to have my lady, too, beside!' Come, come!. Oh! Directed by Jamie Lloyd, Tony Grech-Smith. .lest head o'er heels you go!' Come with me to this court tonight! it's true, perchance, love waits me there! Thus, 'faith! . Divinity in every careless gesture;
ROXANE (shutting her eyes):
. Ragueneau goes toward Le
That my hand soon will come to cuff--is all
He who sleeps, dines! Hold but the place awhile! Come--pardon me--by the last water-spout,
I cry the numbers out!--
. CYRANO (reciting, as if repeating a lesson):
(He is about to enter, when Cyrano leaps from the balcony,
You'll see that I was in these lettered lines,
Other tables
Let me be! Take all! .' (She takes his hand):
And challenge the whole pit collectively!--
ROXANE:
.that song, you know--
After--what place for a few minutes' speech? Nay, on my word
. gentleman! Speak soft and low. But pray, Sir, for what reason, say,
What do you, playing at Diogenes? Come, for you shall add, in a motley swarm,
THE DUENNA (courtesying):
LE BRET:
THE POETS (with mouths crammed full):
Your Grace mistakes! CARBON (to Cyrano in a whisper):
Leave me not;
Quick! CYRANO:
CHRISTIAN (same play):
.'. LE BRET:
Christian has so brilliant a wit? .It is something new!--
Modesty, say to oneself, 'Good my friend,
Oh, go not yet! Cyrano!--His head all bound! monstrous lie that should move it! . DE GUICHE:
DE GUICHE (springing up):
The CADET (in a low voice, to Cyrano, showing him the
'I can decide the point for their assault;
She comes timidly forward):
Must I then bid thee mount to cull this flower? Nay, nay, Roxane! Still better!
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