cyrano de bergerac-第8章
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ell to alternate his long lines of verse with the short ones； thus shall your roasts； in strophes； turn before the flame！
ANOTHER APPRENTICE （also coming up with a tray covered by a napkin）： Master； I bethought me erewhile of your tastes； and made this； which will please you； I hope。
（He uncovers the tray； and shows a large lyre made of pastry。）
RAGUENEAU （enchanted）： A lyre！
THE APPRENTICE： 'Tis of brioche pastry。
RAGUENEAU （touched）： With conserved fruits。
THE APPRENTICE： The strings； see； are of sugar。
RAGUENEAU （giving him a coin）： Go； drink my health！ （Seeing Lise enter）： Hush！ My wife。 Bustle； pass on； and hide that money！ （To Lise； showing her the lyre； with a conscious look）： Is it not beautiful？
LISE： 'Tis passing silly！
（She puts a pile of papers on the counter。）
RAGUENEAU： Bags？ Good。 I thank you。 （He looks at them）： Heavens！ my cherished leaves！ The poems of my friends！ Torn； dismembered； to make bags for holding biscuits and cakes！。 。 。Ah； 'tis the old tale again。 。 。Orpheus and the Bacchantes！
LISE （dryly）： And am I not free to turn at last to some use the sole thing that your wretched scribblers of halting lines leave behind them by way of payment？
RAGUENEAU： Groveling ant！。 。 。Insult not the divine grasshoppers； the sweet singers！
LISE： Before you were the sworn comrade of all that crew； my friend； you did not call your wife ant and Bacchante！
RAGUENEAU： To turn fair verse to such a use！
LISE： 'Faith； 'tis all it's good for。
RAGUENEAU： Pray then； madam； to what use would you degrade prose？
Scene 2。II。
The same。 Two children； who have just trotted into the shop。
RAGUENEAU： What would you； little ones？
FIRST CHILD： Three pies。
RAGUENEAU （serving them）： See； hot and well browned。
SECOND CHILD： If it please you； Sir； will you wrap them up for us？
RAGUENEAU （aside； distressed）： Alas！ one of my bags！ （To the children）： What？ Must I wrap them up？ （He takes a bag； and just as he is about to put in the pies； he reads）： 'Ulysses thus； on leaving fair Penelope。 。 。' Not that one！ （He puts it aside； and takes another； and as he is about to put in the pies； he reads）： 'The gold…locked Phoebus。 。 。' Nay； nor that one！。 。 。
（Same play。）
LISE （impatiently）： What are you dallying for？
RAGUENEAU： Here！ here！ here （He chooses a third； resignedly）： The sonnet to Phillis！。 。 。but 'tis hard to part with it！
LISE： By good luck he has made up his mind at last！ （Shrugging her shoulders）： Nicodemus！
（She mounts on a chair； and begins to range plates on a dresser。）
RAGUENEAU （taking advantage of the moment she turns her back； calls back the children； who are already at the door）： Hist！ children！。 。 。render me back the sonnet to Phillis； and you shall have six pies instead of three。
（The children give him back the bag； seize the cakes quickly； and go out。）
RAGUENEAU （smoothing out the paper； begins to declaim）： 'Phillis！。 。 。' On that sweet name a smear of butter！ 'Phillis！。 。 。'
（Cyrano enters hurriedly。）
Scene 2。III。
Ragueneau； Lise； Cyrano； then the musketeer。
CYRANO： What's o'clock？
RAGUENEAU （bowing low）： Six o'clock。
CYRANO （with emotion）： In one hour's time！
（He paces up and down the shop。）
RAGUENEAU （following him）： Bravo！ I saw。 。 。
CYRANO： Well； what saw you； then？
RAGUENEAU： Your combat！。 。 。
CYRANO： Which？
RAGUENEAU： That in the Burgundy Hotel； 'faith！
CYRANO （contemptuously）： Ah！。 。 。the duel！
RAGUENEAU （admiringly）： Ay！ the duel in verse！。 。 。
LISE： He can talk of naught else！
CYRANO： Well！ Good！ let be！
RAGUENEAU （making passes with a spit that he catches up）： 'At the envoi's end； I touch！。 。 。At the envoi's end； I touch！'。 。 。'Tis fine； fine！ （With increasing enthusiasm）： 'At the envoi's end'
CYRANO： What hour is it now； Ragueneau？
RAGUENEAU （stopping short in the act of thrusting to look at the clock）： Five minutes after six！。 。 。'I touch！' （He straightens himself）： 。 。 。Oh！ to write a ballade！
LISE （to Cyrano； who； as he passes by the counter； has absently shaken hands with her）： What's wrong with your hand？
CYRANO： Naught； a slight cut。
RAGUENEAU： Have you been in some danger？
CYRANO： None in the world。
LISE （shaking her finger at him）： Methinks you speak not the truth in saying that！
CYRANO： Did you see my nose quiver when I spoke？ 'Faith； it must have been a monstrous lie that should move it！ （Changing his tone）： I wait some one here。 Leave us alone； and disturb us for naught an it were not for crack of doom！
RAGUENEAU： But 'tis impossible； my poets are coming。 。 。
LISE （ironically）： Oh； ay； for their first meal o' the day！
CYRANO： Prythee； take them aside when I shall make you sign to do so。 。 。What's o'clock？
RAGUENEAU： Ten minutes after six。
CYRANO （nervously seating himself at Ragueneau's table； and drawing some paper toward him）： A pen！。 。 。
RAGUENEAU （giving him the one from behind his ear）： Herea swan's quill。
A MUSKETEER （with fierce mustache； enters； and in a stentorian voice）： Good…day！
（Lise goes up to him quickly。）
CYRANO （turning round）： Who's that？
RAGUENEAU： 'Tis a friend of my wifea terrible warriorat least so says he himself。
CYRANO （taking up the pen； and motioning Ragueneau away）： Hush！ （To himself）： I will write； fold it； give it her； and fly！ （Throws down the pen）： Coward！。 。 。But strike me dead if I dare to speak to her；。 。 。ay； even one single word！ （To Ragueneau）： What time is it？
RAGUENEAU： A quarter after six！。 。 。
CYRANO （striking his breast）： Aya single word of all those here！ here！ But writing； 'tis easier done。 。 。 （He takes up the pen）： Go to； I will write it； that love…letter！ Oh！ I have writ it and rewrit it in my own mind so oft that it lies there ready for pen and ink； and if I lay but my soul by my letter…sheet； 'tis naught to do but to copy from it。
（He writes。 Through the glass of the door the silhouettes of their figures move uncertainly and hesitatingly。）
Scene 2。IV。
Ragueneau； Lise； the musketeer。 Cyrano at the little table writing。 The poets； dressed in black； their stockings ungartered； and covered with mud。
LISE （entering； to Ragueneau）： Here they come； your mud…bespattered friends！
FIRST POET （entering； to Ragueneau）： Brother in art！。 。 。
SECOND POET （to Ragueneau； shaking his hands）： Dear brother！
THIRD POET： High soaring eagle among pastry…cooks！ （He sniffs）： Marry！ it smells good here in your eyrie！
FOURTH POET： 'Tis at Phoebus' own rays that thy roasts turn！
FIFTH POET： Apollo among master…cooks
RAGUENEAU （whom they surround and embrace）： Ah！ how quick a man feels at his ease with them！。 。 。
FIRST POET： We were stayed by the mob； they are crowded all round the Porte de Nesle！。 。 。
SECOND POET： Eight bleeding brigand carcasses strew the pavements thereall slit open with sword…gashes！
CYRANO （raising his head a minute）： Eight？。 。 。hold； methought seven。
（He goes on writing。）
RAGUENEAU （to Cyrano）： Know you who might be the hero of the fray？
CYRANO （carelessly）： Not I。
LISE （to the musketeer）： And you？ Know you？
THE MUSKETEER （twirling his mustache）： Maybe！
CYRANO （writing a little way off：he is heard murmuring a word from time to time）： 'I love thee！'
FIRST POET： 'Twas one man； say they all； ay； swear to it； one man who； single…handed； put the whole band to the rout！
SECOND POET： 'Twas a strange sight！pikes and cudgels strewed thick upon the ground。
CYRANO （writing）： 。 。 。'Thine eyes'。 。 。
THIRD POET： And they were picking up hats all the way to the Quai d'Orfevres！
FIRST POET： Sapristi！ but he must have been a ferocious。 。 。
CYRANO （same play）： 。 。 。'Thy lips'。 。 。
FIRST POET： 'Twas a parlous fearsome giant that was the author of such exploits！
CYRANO （same play）： 。 。 。'And when I see thee come； I faint for fear。'
SECOND POET （filching a cake）： What hast rhymed of late； Ragueneau？
CYRANO （same play）： 。 。 。'Who worships thee'。 。 。 （He stops； just as he is about t
