cyrano de bergerac-第3章
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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 (