cyrano de bergerac-第13章
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CHRISTIAN： How so？
CYRANO： Think you you can repeat what things I daily teach your tongue？
CHRISTIAN： What do you mean？
CYRANO： 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？
CHRISTIAN： But； Cyrano！。 。 。
CYRANO： Will you； I say？
CHRISTIAN： I fear！
CYRANO： Since； by yourself； you fear to chill her heart； Will youto kindle all her heart to flame Wed into one my phrases and your lips？
CHRISTIAN： Your eyes flash！
CYRANO： Will you？
CHRISTIAN： 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！
CHRISTIAN： The letter； that she waits for even now！ I never can。 。 。
CYRANO （taking out the letter he had written）： See！ Here it isyour letter！
CHRISTIAN： What？
CYRANO： Take it！ Look； it wants but the address。
CHRISTIAN： But I。 。 。
CYRANO： Fear nothing。 Send it。 It will suit。
CHRISTIAN： But have you。 。 。？
CYRANO： Oh！ We have our pockets full； We poets； of love…letters； writ to Chloes； Daphnescreations 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！
CHRISTIAN： Were it not well To change some words？ Written haphazard…wise； Will it fit Roxane？
CYRANO： 'Twill fit like a glove！
CHRISTIAN： But。 。 。
CYRANO： Ah； credulity of love！ Roxane Will think each word inspired by herself！
CHRISTIAN： My friend！
（He throws himself into Cyrano's arms。 They remain thus。）
Scene 2。XI。
Cyrano； Christian； the Gascons； the musketeer； Lise。
A CADET （half opening the door）： Naught here！。 。 。The 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！。 。 。
CARBON： Our demon has become a saint？ Struck on one nostrillo！ 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！。 。 。what 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。
Act III。
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。
Scene 3。I。
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。
THE DUENNA： Well； but how came it about that you were thus ruined？
RAGUENEAU： 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…daythe precieuses； the poets； they read a discourse on the Tender Passion。
RAGUENEAU： 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？
CYRANO： 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！
ROXANE： I am coming down！
（She leaves the balcony。）
THE DUENNA （pointing to the pages）： How come these two virtuosi here？
CYRANO： '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！ Andhow well I love him！
CYRANO （smiling）： Christian has so brilliant a wit？
ROXANE： Brighter than even your own； cousin！
CYRANO： Be it so； with all my heart！
ROXANE： 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 naughtand then； presto！ he speaksbewitchingly！ enchantingly！
CYRANO （incredulously）： No； no！
ROXANE： 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。
CYRANO： He hath an eloquent tongue in telling his love？
ROXANE： In telling his love？ why； 'tis not simple telling； 'tis dissertation； 'tis analysis！
CYRANO： How is he with the pen？
ROXANE： 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？
CYRANO： Pooh！
ROXANE： 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！'
CYRANO： L
