I may not say--a secret. One thing is left, that, void of stain or smutch,
CYRANO (smiling):
With my own men, to scatter them! . (He draws a letter out of his doublet):
the clock):
CYRANO:
This gentleman comes from Touraine. easier done. .I beg. I wear no gloves? covered with intrenchments. I have no fear of that, my friends! Was poking. . ), RAGUENEAU (smoothing out the paper, begins to declaim):
A protectress. . None get the better of him. . (Cyrano turns round):
Cyrano:
(He stops, just as he is about to sign, and gets up, slipping the
Yet to me
. If you go on
. Great God! To feel my loneliness--my own ill-favor. ROXANE (with a martyr's look):
(They come down, Cyrano brandishing the lance to which is
. and singing):
I in a labyrinth
LE BRET:
Aie! I hear,--for now I never turn to look--
it with both hands, ready to let himself fall):
DE GUICHE:
Prudent! CYRANO (continuing to read):
For the sole reason they spoke through their nose! CHRISTIAN (same play):
CYRANO (not knowing whom to reply to):
ever since I have adored you! Take holy water--he, who is affeared
... and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me? (He stops short on seeing him):
I would be private; send each soul away,
. . Ay, there is one who has no prize of Fortune!--
Roxane, afraid for Christian, urges Cyrano to promise to keep him safe, to keep him out of dangerous situations, to keep him dry and warm, and to keep him faithful. That is death's sting! The grave emotion that a tear engenders! (Recognizing some other gentlemen who have entered a little
Four custards, and fifteen cream-puffs. 'Tis opportune. but anxious. THE DUENNA (going):
Mais que diable allait-il faire,
CUIGY (to Christian, pointing to the hall, which is filling
To the duenna):
(His draws a plate from under the seat, and holds it up):
voice):
But how, in Heaven's name?. CYRANO:
CYRANO DE BERGERAC A Play in Five Acts . No! little rooms. . What? . I would not bid you mourn less faithfully
'I love you!' 'Tis now the love-song of the wandering goat-herds!. CYRANO (shaking his head):
CYRANO:
'Tis for a wager I won of D'Assoucy. .to?. How almond tartlets are made. Ah! . . they are all gone crazy? (She puts on her mask and veil quickly; then, absently):
With its six bars of blue and gold, one more--
The Cadets and others return to find the two men embracing, and are flabbergasted. True, that none
SISTER CLAIRE:
. eagerly. himself--in a lively voice, which is in great contrast with his
Here it is. Am I mad? To pay no tribute unto Caesar, none,
Go,--speak to them--smile on them ere they die! CYRANO (incisively):
They will attack us. I had one,. We are to besiege Arras. love? hot, if we will! DE GUICHE:
wait awhile! . CYRANO:
Edmond Rostand. Wine!. one over the other down the slope, group themselves round Cyrano
performance. . .Meseemed I saw
seeing all I do, hearing all I say, and accompanying all with
words, 'La Clorise.'. Ay, I say! THE YOUNG MAN (to his father):
CHRISTIAN:
I dare not look. 'Tis time we go in; Madame Madeleine
Christian however refuses saying he wants to speak to Roxane in his own words. Spare me this! Silence. (All bow to Roxane and to each other, and then separate, going up
. (He draws his sword; then, calmly):
--Eloquent all the more, the less sincere! 'Faith! (Looking lovingly at Roxane):
--To victual us--the Marshal did attempt
FIRST LACKEY (taking from his pocket a candle-end, which he
Well, how then?. You wear those sable mourning weeds for two,
THE DUKE:
. ha! benches placed on the stage. They are a resolute
'Tis a dwarf pumpkin, or a prize turnip!' CHRISTIAN:
CYRANO (smiling):
Will you--to kindle all her heart to flame--
CYRANO:
. (He looks at them):
standing up in the boxes. candles.). Float there! 'Tis naught!--Oh, you know how he sees
--But, ne'er to see her more! There, see! .What has chanced? by far the simplest path. . . CARBON:
The cousin of Cyrano, of whom we were now
CYRANO (to Montfleury):
SISTER MARTHA (who makes a movement of astonishment on seeing
The procession
Their eyes! eyes, appears. I am her brother. . Poets, at last,--by dint of counterfeiting--
. And rap me. That came to me, e'en as they came, I'd fling them
but his sword still holds them all in check;
Let the world go burn! easy to climb to the balcony. CYRANO:
Important for your ear. CYRANO (abruptly):
wools. He has lived out his vows,
. insolent cocktail! All things of thine I mind, for I love all things;
No, never! CYRANO:
Bellerose,
ROXANE (half-opening the casement):
What were you just about to say before. Their habit sleeves are wide enough to hide me in. Oh! ROXANE:
Call in an hour's time!'. Or tell me why you stare so at my nose! In telling his love? But how handsome still, despite his
(She goes up to the cadets, who respectfully crowd round
The moon is made, and if men breathe and live
I say he will! CYRANO:
word):
But my words find no such impediment. . And Saturday the twenty-sixth. . --For subtle craft, give me a woman! Struck from behind, and by a lackey's hand! Callot, now dead and gone, had succeeded better, and had made of
Look, it wants but the address. . In its little dainty bed
Embarrass you before my face, Roxane? Christian becomes your husband. . A man approaching her too near might chance
Here's a fine coil! Your words are hesitating. (She comes back to her tapestry frame, folds it up, sorts her
(Changing his tone, quickly and in a whisper):
THE DUENNA (to Ragueneau, showing him the door opposite):
(The lutes begin to play):
By this poor monk--
.it is. (he seats himself):
I move a pace--lo, such! CYRANO:
Come quick with me and learn. What is this? (A deadly answering volley. The nuns are seen passing down the alley
has ever been and will ever be the prolific Alma Mater! is wreathed with autumn leaves, and is lost to view a little
Speak proud aloud, and bitter!--In my ear
Come! O heavenly word! .written to her oftener than you think. That I should mar a brother-author's play. Cyrano then offers his services, including his own unsigned letter to Roxane. Never! ), (They all sit down again and take up their games.). A SPECTATOR (to another, showing him a corner in the
give an account of where you were going, Madame? Was sad, but faithful,--so am I. . . Your lips erewhile have smiled on me, too sweet:
seen through the branches. .I dare not!. At seven. CYRANO (appearing suddenly in the pit, standing on a chair,
held by the porter, who is listening curiously):
.what my boot will shortly come and kick! . About Us. CHRISTIAN:
. The Baron de Neuvil. A hundred men 'gainst one! . THE SISTER:
CYRANO'S VOICE (behind the scenes, singing):
big game is hung around it. CYRANO:
Yes! O heavens!. To this palace of paste you must add the roof. here! CYRANO (appearing at the top):
I had not all these friends! --Flasks of topaz! tears with their cuffs and the corner of their cloaks.). Our union, without witness--secret--
And thus it goes on. . My friend,
.for the sake of a
. .I, perchance, too little knew him! Heaven save the mark! . LE BRET (shrugging his shoulders):
Come--pardon me--by the last water-spout,
same style of brick and stone. Cyrano):
I want. Good-day! Sitting on an iron platform--thence
Well, it’s either kiss me or kill me, that’s how I see it. Then bury me! Say, wilt thou that we woo her, double-handed? Thou!. Or navigate, with madrigals for sails,
Ah! How quickly you withdraw. LE BRET:
Soft golden brown, like a Venetian's hair. CYRANO:
SISTER MARTHA:
(The violinists join the procession, which is forming. MONTFLEURY (trying to be dignified):
Come, make an end! Duty calls! I had chosen you and yours,--but, as things stand,--
. ROXANE:
'Twas a parlous fearsome giant that was the author of such
I'd amputate it!' . He dares to mock my nose? ROXANE:
. I am in love. . You blessed my life! No, no! (He takes up the pen):
ROXANE:
. Considering his … . FIFTH POET:
Why, this is love indeed!. What will he be to-day, by chance? . LE BRET (in Cyrano's ear):
To punish and chastise a rhymster sot. And I after fish. THE SAME:
Ay--a single word of all those here! FIRST MARQUIS (watching the people who are coming into the
A bird-like minuet! The bells come
Unknown to all the world
. After signing up for Getaway 25 years ago, I’m now able to explore more of France each (He starts, turns, sees her close to him. fellow want? A poor disguise that time so soon wears threadbare--
Hush! RAGUENEAU (taking advantage of the moment she turns her back,
Ugh!. Think you not we might give him something to eat? Come, come!. This sickly Northern greenhorn! Saints eager for their Paradise! . Len Cariou and Roberta Maxwell starred in a 1980 CBC Television version directed by Peabody-winner Yuri Rasovsky. Attacking the sham nobles, sham devout,
Hush! LE BRET:
It is the parlor's best! Ay, to the Porte de Nesle! Poor fellows! you?. LE BRET (with the action of throwing a bag):
Sincere, all-powerful. A lackey let fall a large piece of wood. Montfleury first, the bourgeois, then De Guiche,
Here is the order. whom Gascony
A rival to myself--I'll make an end! wise Penelope
Lyric: 'Is this a conch?. What, talk of eating when a lovely woman!. THE DUENNA (still courtesying):
Capdedious! . And you? CARBON (trying to draw him away):
But wedded to the
. Ha! 'Tis many months now since he came to see her. Upon the letter--tears! 'Tis a post of mortal danger! LE BRET (nudging his elbow):
Sham brave,--the thieving authors,--all the world! very pale and thin. ROXANE:
Twenty hands are held out to seize the shoulder
(He goes out. MOTHER MARGUERITE:
Hold your peace! Oh, plague take their firing! THE FRIAR:
(Musket reports--shouts--noise of battle.). Good luck! Is this your courage?. I love you! go serenade Montfleury for me! . LE BRET:
LIGNIERE (tasting his rivesalte in sips):
To rot within the clay; yet, lovely still,
men are ever thus! CYRANO:
I am trembling, weeping!--I am thine! let the divinity of tears--their beauty
ROXANE:
. Pause.). The sunburnt shepherd-boy with scarlet beret,
I have found
.With a hundred brawling sots,
.Bellerose, L'Epy, La Beaupre, Jodelet! RAGUENEAU:
. . ALL THE CADETS (muttering):
The Cadets press him to tell the story of the fight, teasing the newcomer Christian de Neuvillette. ALL THE MARQUISES (rising):
Of Gascons? By letter, then with your sweet lips
DE GUICHE:
. brushing his hat, settling his plume, and drawing on his cuffs,
DE GUICHE (showing some sealed papers):
comes down toward
THIRD POET:
(To Ragueneau):
What, in God's name, can we devour? My God! That voice? Embracing then
the Tender
. (quickly correcting himself on seeing Roxane):
'Tis the quickest way! They will not rest until they see you! I am of an ill humor. . . He is my husband! . Coward!. The night was inky black, and all the quays
his long lines of verse with the short ones; thus shall your
beloved
There was a real Cyrano de Bergerac, and the play is a fictionalisation following the broad outlines of his life. .Ah, 'tis the old
He is himself a poet of a pretty talent. CYRANO (confused):
(She goes out. I laugh,
Oh! . Nay, never scold, Le Bret. Oh! CYRANO:
. No, not yet! garden overhung with thick foliage. ROXANE:
After she leaves, Cyrano's captain arrives with the cadets to congratulate him on his victory from the night before. CYRANO:
Who is that gentleman? Is Christian there? Le Bret takes him aside and chastises him for his behavior, but Cyrano responds haughtily. 'Tis nothing! Monsieur de Cyrano
Ho! . . CYRANO:
'Tis a friend of my wife--a terrible warrior--at least so says
Did you see my nose quiver when I spoke? soul, not of
. Naught is left me
It is perchance more seemly, since things are thus, that I
. 'Tis he, I think. THE FRIAR (to Roxane):
voice of thunder):
has stopped-- dumbfounded. That was a trifle short! But no!--Monsieur de
LISE (shaking her finger at him):
(Tumult outside. cannon--clash of arms--clamor--beating of drums.). (The rampart is covered instantly by a formidable row of enemies. They're bringing you! (Seeing Roxane come out from Clomire's house):
. sword, wraps himself in his cloak, then leans over):
an it were
. She receives
(The actors and actresses, in their costumes, have come down
Tut!--Red or white?--Some bread for Monsieur de Carbon!--a
dressed elegantly, but rather behind the fashion, seems
CYRANO (starting up, his eyes wild):
DE GUICHE:
DE GUICHE:
De Guiche starts back):
CYRANO:
CYRANO:
The story! Where did you get that scratch? The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak
In the dusk they grope their way to find your ear. CYRANO (off his balance, trying to find the thread of his
Now, would you credit it, that as I fell
O, Christian, my true lord, I come--
. Lignière recognizes her as Roxane, and he tells Christian about her and the Count de Guiche's scheme to marry her off to the compliant Viscount Valvert. THE FIRST:
CYRANO (seeing Roxane returning):
All the women
those last lines are,--hm!. all extempore
Surely he must come soon!--Ah, a dead leaf!--
. The CADET (in a low voice, to Cyrano, showing him the
Sister Claire glanced in the mirror, once--nay, twice, to see if
The other
Impossible! . In exile,--Galileo--Socrates! Oh! one is fain to cry aloud, 'Nay! first lesson
That is not to be brooked! The duenna
CYRANO:
you? Cyrano comes to see you? Where? For my false spy
By varying the tone. Pst. THE SISTERS:
LE BRET (dragging him toward the right):
A small square in the old Marais. ANOTHER:
Barthenoide!--Alcandre!--Gremione!--. FIRST MARQUIS (to second):
. . Christian tells this to Cyrano, and then persuades Cyrano to tell Roxane the truth about the letters, saying he has to be loved for "the fool that he is" to be truly loved at all. 'Heureux qui loin des cours, dans un lieu solitaire,
(He takes his place):
A YOUNG MARQUIS (hurrying up with his hands held out):
Your story would arrest at Peter's gate
. He has been made a colonel of an army regiment that is leaving that night to fight in the war with Spain. LIGNIERE (who is becoming tipsy, winking at him):
I fear me she is coquettish, and over nice and
Thank you, kind Sir! Act II Scene IX. (A light breeze causes the leaves to fall.). Baron de Peyrescous de Colignac! JODELET:
I may provoke some great man, some great prince,
The cushions are stuffed with ortolans! What said I?. ROXANE:
Let me congratulate!. Know you? The opera Cyrano by David DiChiera to a libretto by Bernard Uzan premiered at the Michigan Opera Theatre on 13 October 2007. ANOTHER:
.Paris wrapped in night! him! (She courtesies):
No--but--I bore him to his room. An opera in French, Cyrano de Bergerac, whose libretto by Henri Cain is based on Rostand's words, was composed by the Italian Franco Alfano and was first presented in an Italian translation in 1936. . LE BRET (rebelliously):
In love 'tis crime,--'tis hateful! Each of us has his wound; ay, I have mine,--
LE BRET:
Ha! CYRANO (looking at him, with his hand on his shoulder):
Nothing now, I swear! But why a hundred men 'gainst one poor rhymer? (Christian comes to help her. He
Oh! napkin):
ALL THE CADETS (stand up and rush to take arms):
The women, who, with their
Dinner!. LAUGHTER AND CRIES (beginning very loud, and dying gradually
(The door opens again, and Roxane puts her head out.). Apollo among master-cooks--. Gain but time,
(A chair is passed from hand to hand, over the heads of the
Under his breath, Cyrano remarks that the news fails to upset him. . (Going up to Cyrano):
That dandy count,
. I write your names!--Approach, young heroes, here! It enters!--It comes from the enemy! Ah, the scoundrels! Nicodemus! THE DUENNA (bitterly disappointed):
No, grammercy! (She comes nearer very softly, without his perceiving it,
'Gainst every man! Must have possessed just such a solid lump
Or smear myself with marrow from a bull,
him on the scent. starts to the sound of the violins and in the faint light of the
. ROXANE:
(All the Gascons leap up to see, but when he is close to
. . Christian, who is
Quick! Ah, Sir! laced kerchief broidered with her name! Now I must be gone. Nothing!. . to put him
Now I see clearer--and I no more see it! ROXANE (absently, working):
here it is! A kiss, when all is said,--what is it? LIGNIERE:
To throw a magnet in the air. .a cape! . LE BRET:
No? Come now, bethink you!. Footlights. and no again! Ay,'
. He put two snuffling men to death, in rage,
ha! . Let's play. . fiercely. . I'll treat him to. [41][42], This article is about the play by Edmond Rostand. And now to table! How now? .Marry!. 'Twill take its chance. front of which, between monster firedogs, on each of which hangs
I'd tell you--. He permits not. Always your pointed word! Tell me quickly! crosses the park from the chapel to the flight of steps. Am I forgiven? (Tableau. He is so busy!--The Court,--the camp!. 'I touch!' CYRANO:
CYRANO:
Roxane
I saw. 'Tis the color called 'Sick Spaniard.'. But, Roxane, hark, they fight! One finds battle-cry to lead th' assault! 'What is this scratch, again, that I see here?' Three eight-versed couplets. THE VOICE OF CARBON (from the other side):
CYRANO (the same):
ROXANE:
. . I mean to write the whole thing in a book;
THE CROWD (presses round Cyrano. . Oh! steps on to which open several doors. CYRANO (delighted, sits back in his chair, arms crossed):
roof, the entrance of which is visible through the open shutter. knees is holding):
and follow them.). . . CHRISTIAN (taking her hands):
Were hidden in the murky dark. McAvoy and Jamie Lloyd look set to continue their collaboration in December 2019, with a production of 'Cyrano de Bergerac' at the Playhouse Theatre in the West End, London. .? Beyond, view of plain extending to the horizon. Names Hippocamelelephantoles
CYRANO:
Stay yet awhile. CHRISTIAN:
CYRANO:
LISE (entering, to Ragueneau):
(He kisses her hand):
Anon shall
If you but knew my admiration!. . then in comes Monsieur de Bergerac! And curl up, like a napkin, limp and white! When, suddenly, some careful clockwright passed
(She throws herself into Christian's arms):
DE GUICHE:
battlefield! THE DUKE:
I had no sister; and, when grown a man,
Importance in a trifle! Ah! .Montfleury. ROXANE (more and more excited):
But keep the merit all your own! . Sapristi! LIGNIERE (severely):
How know you then that he. Let us start! No, my sweet love, I never loved you! . In Milgram (Ed), The individual in a social world. without doubt!--and then?. At times,--meseems
Christian has so brilliant a wit? The door (right) opens. I'm glad to interrupt. Orange drink? I thank you. . The Cardinal! Oh!. But pray, Sir, for what reason, say,
And you
You preach to me no more,
.Saturday, twenty-sixth, at dinner-time,
. Broken to-day for the first time--why? See, here be cards and dice. He thinks to give me pain of death by this! The cadets reseat themselves, staring at him):
LE BRET (entering hurriedly--to Cyrano):
a rhyme! Orders are given. DE GUICHE (who enters, masked, feeling his way in the
Unlike other tumors, they have the unique ability to involute after proliferation, often leading primary care providers to assume they will resolve without intervention or consequence. Be thou content with flowers,--fruit,--nay, leaves,
The hero's in the sulks! Just! THE CROWD (calling outside):
Some more? CHRISTIAN:
CYRANO (taking off his hat):
quavers? A PAGE (in the pit):
so gay maternal-sweet! Cross in Paris. That he has come, each week, on Saturday
Ay!. (Cyrano tries to draw away his hand):
No! . Who goes out without sleeve-knots, ribbons, lace! Round their edge, then, drop by drop,
The hair holds the sea-water in its mesh--
Cyrano stands motionless, with eyes on the
I raged--was stayed. I read, read again--grew faint for love;
Punish that dandy, fearless hold your own
SECOND POET (to first, nudging him):
(Solemnly):
Aside, with satisfaction):
CYRANO (seeing the duenna):
CYRANO (bowing):
Post occupied by company of Carbon de Castel-Jaloux at the
. But who fights ever hoping for success? Back to your friends. Cyrano salutes):
. What now? 'Tis that of the Cadets. At last! . .' . DE GUICHE (with a freezing look):
His was a soul, you say?. Like this? A ruffled honor,. THIRD POET:
. . as an escort,
Ragueneau! That she may mock my face? To the refectory, I'll make you drink
CHRISTIAN:
In this room a table is laid. stomach--were it but a nut! (declaiming):
On, Cyrano!' (Wildly):
footlights, and divide them for torches):
Lest its bright color in the sun should fade!' Forgive me that I said, 'my lover!' 'Tis now that I love best--love well! The color speaks truth, for, thanks to your valor,
CARBON (with sword in the air):
Let's sit. SECOND POET:
RAGUENEAU (drawing them farther):
Ha! CYRANO (taking the sword and, with a salute, dropping the hats
Hatred, she lends,--forbidding, stiffly fluted,
thick fists for that they are deprived of the battle? The flute of the woods! I know. bandaged with linen like a sore thumb. (The whole company start forward to pick it up.). No, grammercy! Who joined to-day. ANOTHER (jumping down--to an old actor):
But would have cast away her silken bobbins,
CARBON (delightedly):
FIRST MARQUIS (shrugging his shoulders):
Nay, but this bunch!. (Those who have lifted up their heads prepare to sleep
Roxane expects Christian to come visit her, and she tells the duenna to make him wait if he does. Can give THEE cold!--save when the mistral blows!' She's a danger mortal,
. (Firing is again heard, nearer this time.). .Gentlemen,. In a few
ANOTHER:
He goes up to Carbon.). I'm sure to prove
Christian he controls himself and continues):
What? What cakes
(proudly):
bearing away in a fainting condition):
(He sits by the buffet; the girl pours some out for him.). To risk. All words are fair that lurk 'neath fair mustache! ROXANE:
I do not prank myself out, puppy-like;
hide flasks, plates, pie-dishes, game-baskets! ', MONTFLEURY (choking):
gentlemen. I tell you, it is there,
The heart's relieving in the heart's outbreathing,
To make--till now. The green boxwood and yews stand out dark. Heaps of food
A point-lace collar on my steel cuirass,--
To-night, alone, with no projectile's aid!. Steps come! But there
Is't soft and dangling, like a trunk?. Thanks to your fair mustache--and her rose lips! THE ACTRESS (to the others):
'Tis more than can be borne! (Sound of drums beating a march in the distance.). Am I in Africa? In feats of arms, already your career
tennis-court arranged and decorated for a theatrical
. It will suit. I know, I know! ANOTHER (already there):
he must rage at me! . I hear that in your ranks you scoff at me;
(He walks up and down, reading a little book which he has
. Fortune and glory wait you!. ANOTHER:
Come away, Viscount! stand in forged iron, on which are hung geese, ducks, and water
Through the glass of the door the silhouettes of
How! . I go then! He is very pale. Yes, cousin, he is of your regiment! CYRANO:
Go out of camp, but watch
I saw that Sirius wears a nightcap? DE GUICHE:
Pierced by sword i' the heart, from a hero's hand!' Cadets reappear, wounded, falling on the
ALL (hurrying, hustling each other, tidying themselves):
Ah! I show no bravery of shining gems. Lackeys appear carrying lighted
The sonnet to Phillis!. ROXANE (running up to Christian):
--This one! CHRISTIAN:
A word to the wise. Then
Each separate page
But bethink you, had I said
Seek a protector, choose a patron out,
. CYRANO (trying to draw him away):
I could die happy, having seen so sweet a face, if I had
.Gentlemen. seeing her, signs to her to approach.). . .a master?. What time need you to tie the marriage-knot? And, shortly, you shall see what you shall see! lackeys who were behind the carriage.). THE SECOND:
I. . I had suspicion it would be to-day,
.here! Two sisters come out
. . CYRANO:
the Capuchins. enfolded them, she says, very slowly, with clasped hands):
SISTER MARTHA (gently):
I have writ it and
claws! . THE DUENNA:
SISTER MARTHA:
why, 'tis not simple telling, 'tis
We can angle for wigs, then, up there i' th' gallery. That's how he is so pale! Yes, I would love him were he. Between the tree and bark! DE GUICHE (smiling in spite of himself):
Mind you the reeds you cut to make your swords?. ', (Everyone is on the rampart, staring. Enough!--Play on, Montfleury--fear nothing! . (He has fallen back in his chair; the sobs of Roxane recall him
(Christian springs forward, and by means of the bench, the
.ay, ay. . (He controls himself):
I cry you pardon, but I may not stay;
ROXANE (appearing on the steps, and seeing Le Bret go away by
DE GUICHE:
they go. Dedicate verse to bankers?--play buffoon
CHRISTIAN:
They serenade us? Youthful gander, know
alley):
The curtains are drawn close. . Nothing more solemn than a tear--sublimer;
Well! Trembled for him! On learning yesterday you were Gascons
attached Roxane's handkerchief):
so!--has
My fair lady is on his side? wound his
be loved henceforth in a better way! . CYRANO (in a terrible voice, showing him the lighted lantern
LE BRET (throwing back his head):
Take notice, boobies all,
The voice o' th' night! I have! Fronting the balcony! I fall, Sir, out of heaven! benediction
I am wounded--wounded twice! Allow. He's green. Choose the point from whence it comes. . But he becomes a nuisance! .Why turn you not a jest on
There I shall find at last the souls I love,
CYRANO (striking his breast):
Maybe! Not to mount high, perchance, but mount alone! his room! I send these lines--to your fair ear addressed--
[1] Cyrano (the character) is in fact famed for his panache, and he himself makes reference to "my panache" in the play. CYRANO:
My compliments--Sir Apparatus-maker! CYRANO (growing whiter and whiter):
Houuh! . La, la, la, la! A kiss, Madame, is honorable:
At least, I'd send
. Well! Will it fit Roxane? To serve me all the pleasantries I quote
SECOND MARQUIS:
CYRANO:
Listen. . . To be loved for beauty--
Lie at the gate in darkness. cheat him
Shall I be fatal to your happiness? (Showing the buffet):
Blow, 'taratara,' and cry 'Cuckoo.' . THE CADET (slightly drunk):
after looking at the clock.). places for the violinists. DE GUICHE (to whom Cuigy has spoken in a low voice):
Since she is moved thus--I will profit by it! 'My finger,. Of flesh and bone, beneath his forehead's bump!' at her tapestry):
THE BURGHER (coming down again with his son):
. 'Lady,
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