cyrano de bergerac-第16章
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；cull a wild flower！
ROXANE： A wild flower's sweet。
CYRANO： Ay； but to…nightthe star！
ROXANE： Oh！ never have you spoken thus before！
CYRANO： If； leaving Cupid's arrows； quivers； torches； We turned to seek for sweeterfresher 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！
ROXANE： But wit？。 。 。
CYRANO： If I have used it to arrest you At the first starting；now； 'twould be an outrage； An insultto the perfumed Nightto 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！
ROXANE： But wit？ I say。 。 。
CYRANO： 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！
ROXANE： Well； if that moment's come for ussuppose it！ What words would serve you？
CYRANO： 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！。 。 。
CYRANO： 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 mightfar 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。）
ROXANE： Ay！ I am trembling； weeping！I am thine！ Thou hast conquered all of me！
CYRANO： Then let death come！ 'Tis I； 'tis I myself； who conquered thee！ One thing； but one； I dare to ask
CHRISTIAN （under the balcony）： A kiss！
ROXANE （drawing back）： What？
CYRANO： Oh！
ROXANE： You ask。 。 。？
CYRANO： I。 。 。 （To Christian； whispering）： Fool！ you go too quick！
CHRISTIAN： Since she is moved thusI 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。
CYRANO： Yes； I withdraw Without withdrawing！ Hurt I modesty？ If sothe kiss I askedoh； grant it not。
CHRISTIAN （to Cyrano； pulling him by his cloak）： Why？
CYRANO： Silence； Christian！ Hush！
ROXANE （leaning over）： What whisper you？
CYRANO： 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 sadthen gaythen 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。）
Scene 3。VII。
Cyrano； Christian； a capuchin friar。
CYRANO （to the friar）： What do you； playing at Diogenes？
THE FRIAR： I seek the house of Madame。 。 。
CHRISTIAN： Oh！ plague take him！
THE FRIAR： Madeleine Robin。 。 。
CHRISTIAN： 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。
（He goes out。）
CYRANO： Good luck！ My blessings rest upon your cowl！
（He goes back to Christian。）
Scene 3。VIII。
Cyrano； Christian。
CHRISTIAN： Oh！ win for me that kiss。 。 。
CYRANO： No！
CHRISTIAN： Soon or late！。 。 。
CYRANO： 'Tis true！ The moment of intoxication Of madness；when your mouths are sure to meet Thanks to your fair mustacheand her rose lips！ （To himself）： I'd fainer it should come thanks to。 。 。
（A sound of shutters reopening。 Christian goes in again under the balcony。）
Scene 3。IX。
Cyrano； Christian； Roxane。
ROXANE （coming out on the balcony）： Still there？ We spoke of a。 。 。
CYRANO： 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！
ROXANE： Hush！ hush！
CYRANO： 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！
ROXANE： Hush！ hush！
CYRANO： A kiss； Madame； is honorable： The Queen of France； to a most favored lord Did grant a kissthe Queen herself！
ROXANE： 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。 。 。
ROXANE： And you Are fair as Buckingham！
CYRANO （asidesuddenly cooled）： True；I forgot！
ROXANE： Must I then bid thee mount to cull this flower？
CYRANO （pushing Christian toward the balcony）： Mount！
ROXANE： This heart…breathing！。 。 。
CYRANO： Mount！
ROXANE： This brush of bee's wing！。 。 。
CYRANO： Mount！
CHRISTIAN （hesitating）： But I feel now； as though 'twere ill done！
ROXANE： 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。）
CHRISTIAN： Ah； Roxane！
（He takes her in his arms； and bends over her lips。）
CYRANO： 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； Roxanemine！ For on the lips you press you kiss as well The words I spoke just now！my wordsmy 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！
ROXANE： Who is it？
CYRANO： II was but passing by。 。 。 Is Christian there？
CHRISTIAN （astonished）： Cyrano！
ROXANE： Good…day； cousin！
CYRANO： Cousin； good…day！
ROXANE： I'm coming！
（She disappears
