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LIGNIERE:   Free。  An orphan。  The cousin of Cyrano; of whom we were now speaking。

(At this moment an elegant nobleman; with blue ribbon across his breast; enters the box; and talks with Roxane; standing。)

CHRISTIAN (starting):   Who is yonder man?

LIGNIERE (who is becoming tipsy; winking at him):   Ha! ha!  Count de Guiche。  Enamored of her。  But wedded to the niece of Armand de Richelieu。  Would fain marry Roxane to a certain sorry fellow; one Monsieur de Valvert; a viscountandaccommodating!  She will none of that bargain; but De Guiche is powerful; and can persecute the daughter of a plain untitled gentleman。  More by token; I myself have exposed this cunning plan of his to the world; in a song which。 。 。Ho! he must rage at me!  The end hit home。 。 。Listen!

(He gets up staggering; and raises his glass; ready to sing。)

CHRISTIAN:   No。  Good…night。

LIGNIERE:   Where go you?

CHRISTIAN:   To Monsieur de Valvert!

LIGNIERE:   Have a care!  It is he who will kill you (showing him Roxane by a look):   Stay where you areshe is looking at you。

CHRISTIAN:   It is true!

(He stands looking at her。  The group of pickpockets seeing him thus; head in air and open…mouthed; draw near to him。)

LIGNIERE:   'Tis I who am going。  I am athirst!  And they expect mein the taverns!

(He goes out; reeling。)

LE BRET (who has been all round the hall; coming back to Ragueneau reassured):   No sign of Cyrano。

RAGUENEAU (incredulously):   All the same。 。 。

LE BRET:   A hope is left to methat he has not seen the playbill!

THE AUDIENCE:   Begin; begin!



Scene 1。III。

The same; all but Ligniere。  De Guiche; Valvert; then Montfleury。

A marquis (watching De Guiche; who comes down from Roxane's box; and crosses the pit surrounded by obsequious noblemen; among them the Viscount de Valvert):   He pays a fine court; your De Guiche!

ANOTHER:   Faugh!。 。 。Another Gascon!

THE FIRST:   Ay; but the cold; supple Gasconthat is the stuff success is made of!  Believe me; we had best make our bow to him。

(They go toward De Guiche。)

SECOND MARQUIS:   What fine ribbons!  How call you the color; Count de Guiche?  'Kiss me; my darling;' or 'Timid Fawn?'

DE GUICHE:   'Tis the color called 'Sick Spaniard。'

FIRST MARQUIS:   'Faith!  The color speaks truth; for; thanks to your valor; things will soon go ill for Spain in Flanders。

DE GUICHE:   I go on the stage!  Will you come? (He goes toward the stage; followed by the marquises and gentlemen。  Turning; he calls):   Come you Valvert!

CHRISTIAN (who is watching and listening; starts on hearing this name):   The Viscount!  Ah! I will throw full in his face my。 。 。 (He puts his hand in his pocket; and finds there the hand of a pickpocket who is about to rob him。  He turns round):   Hey?

THE PICKPOCKET:   Oh!

CHRISTIAN (holding him tightly):   I was looking for a glove。

THE PICKPOCKET (smiling piteously):   And you find a hand。 (Changing his tone; quickly and in a whisper):   Let me but go; and I will deliver you a secret。

CHRISTIAN (still holding him):   What is it?

THE PICKPOCKET:   Ligniere。 。 。he who has just left you。 。 。

CHRISTIAN (same play):   Well?

THE PICKPOCKET:   His life is in peril。  A song writ by him has given offense in high places and a hundred menI am of themare posted to…night。 。 。

CHRISTIAN:   A hundred men!  By whom posted?

THE PICKPOCKET:   I may not saya secret。 。 。

CHRISTIAN (shrugging his shoulders):   Oh!

THE PICKPOCKET (with great dignity):   。 。 。Of the profession。

CHRISTIAN:   Where are they posted?

THE PICKPOCKET:   At the Porte de Nesle。  On his way homeward。  Warn him。

CHRISTIAN (letting go of his wrists):   But where can I find him?

THE PICKPOCKET:   Run round to all the tavernsThe Golden Wine Press; the Pine Cone; The Belt that Bursts; The Two Torches; The Three Funnels; and at each leave a word that shall put him on his guard。

CHRISTIAN:   GoodI fly!  Ah; the scoundrels!  A hundred men 'gainst one! (Looking lovingly at Roxane):   Ah; to leave her!。 。 。 (looking with rage at Valvert):   and him!。 。 。But save Ligniere I must!

(He hurries out。  De Guiche; the viscount; the marquises; have all disappeared behind the curtain to take their places on the benches placed on the stage。  The pit is quite full; the galleries and boxes are also crowded。)

THE AUDIENCE:   Begin!

A BURGHER (whose wig is drawn up on the end of a string by a page in the upper gallery):   My wig!

CRIES OF DELIGHT:   He is bald!  Bravo; pagesha! ha! ha!。 。 。

THE BURGHER (furious; shaking his fist):   Young villain!

LAUGHTER AND CRIES (beginning very loud; and dying gradually away):   Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!

(Total silence。)

LE BRET (astonished):   What means this sudden silence?。 。 。 (A spectator says something to him in a low voice):   Is't true?

THE SPECTATOR:   I have just heard it on good authority。

MURMURS (spreading through the hall):   Hush!  Is it he?  No!  Ay; I say!  In the box with the bars in front!  The Cardinal!  The Cardinal!  The Cardinal!

A PAGE:   The devil!  We shall have to behave ourselves。 。 。

(A knock is heard upon the stage。  Every one is motionless。  A pause。)

THE VOICE OF A MARQUIS (in the silence; behind the curtain):   Snuff that candle!

ANOTHER MARQUIS (putting his head through the opening in the curtain):   A chair!

(A chair is passed from hand to hand; over the heads of the spectators。  The marquis takes it and disappears; after blowing some kisses to the boxes。)

A SPECTATOR:   Silence!

(Three knocks are heard on the stage。  The curtain opens in the centre Tableau。  The marquises in insolent attitudes seated on each side of the stage。  The scene represents a pastoral landscape。  Four little lusters light the stage; the violins play softly。)

LE BRET (in a low voice to Ragueneau):   Montfleury comes on the scene?

RAGUENEAU (also in a low voice):   Ay; 'tis he who begins。

LE BRET:   Cyrano is not here。

RAGUENEAU:   I have lost my wager。

LE BRET:   'Tis all the better!

(An air on the drone…pipes is heard; and Montfleury enters; enormously stout; in an Arcadian shepherd's dress; a hat wreathed with roses drooping over one ear; blowing into a ribboned drone pipe。)

THE PIT (applauding):   Bravo; Montfleury!  Montfleury!

MONTFLEURY (after bowing low; begins the part of Phedon):   'Heureux qui loin des cours; dans un lieu solitaire;   Se prescrit a soi…meme un exil volontaire;   Et qui; lorsque Zephire a souffle sur les bois。 。 。'

A VOICE (from the middle of the pit):   Villain!  Did I not forbid you to show your face here for month?

(General stupor。  Every one turns round。  Murmurs。)

DIFFERENT VOICES:   Hey?What?What is't?。 。 。

(The people stand up in the boxes to look。)

CUIGY:   'Tis he!

LE BRET (terrified):   Cyrano!

THE VOICE:   King of clowns!  Leave the stage this instant!

ALL THE AUDIENCE (indignantly):   Oh!

MONTFLEURY:   But。 。 。

THE VOICE:   Do you dare defy me?

DIFFERENT VOICES (from the pit and the boxes):   Peace!  Enough!Play on; Montfleuryfear nothing!

MONTFLEURY (in a trembling voice):   'Heureux qui loin des cours; dans un lieu sol'

THE VOICE (more fiercely):   Well!  Chief of all the blackguards; must I come and give you a taste of my cane?

(A hand holding a cane starts up over the heads of the spectators。)

MONTFLEURY (in a voice that trembles more and more):   'Heureux qui。 。 。'

(The cane is shaken。)

THE VOICE:   Off the stage!

THE PIT:   Oh!

MONTFLEURY (choking):   'Heureux qui loin des cours。 。 。'

CYRANO (appearing suddenly in the pit; standing on a chair; his arms crossed; his beaver cocked fiercely; his mustache bristling; his nose terrible to see):   Ah!  I shall be angry in a minute!。 。 。

(Sensation。)



Scene 1。IV。

The same。  Cyrano; then Bellerose; Jodelet。

MONTFLEURY (to the marquises):   Come to my help; my lords!

A MARQUIS (carelessly):   Go on!  Go on!

CYRANO:     Fat man; take warning!  If you go on; I   Shall feel myself constrained to cuff your face!

THE MARQUIS:   Have done!

CYRANO:     And if these lords hold not their tongue   Shall feel constrained to make them taste my cane!

ALL THE MARQUISES (

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