第 9 节
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CYRANO: Ah!。 。 。
ROXANE (laughing): Is cadet in your own company!
CYRANO: Ah!。 。 。
ROXANE: On his brow he bears the genius…stamp; He is proud; noble; young; intrepid; fair。 。 。
CYRANO (rising suddenly; very pale): Fair!
ROXANE: Why; what ails you?
CYRANO: Nothing; 'tis。 。 。 (He shows his hand; smiling): This scratch!
ROXANE: I love him; all is said。 But you must know I have only seen him at the Comedy。 。 。
CYRANO: How? You have never spoken?
ROXANE: Eyes can speak。
CYRANO: How know you then that he。 。 。?
ROXANE: Oh! people talk 'Neath the limes in the Place Royale。 。 。 Gossip's chat Has let me know。 。 。
CYRANO: He is cadet?
ROXANE: In the Guards。
CYRANO: His name?
ROXANE: Baron Christian de Neuvillette。
CYRANO: How now?。 。 。He is not of the Guards!
ROXANE: To…day He is not join your ranks; under Captain Carbon de Castel…Jaloux。
CYRANO: Ah; how quick; How quick the heart has flown!。 。 。But; my poor child。 。 。
THE DUENNA (opening the door): The cakes are eaten; Monsieur Bergerac!
CYRANO: Then read the verses printed on the bags! (She goes out): 。 。 。My poor child; you who love but flowing words; Bright wit;what if he be a lout unskilled?
ROXANE: No; his bright locks; like D'Urfe's heroes。 。 。
CYRANO: Ah! A well…curled pate; and witless tongue; perchance!
ROXANE: Ah no! I guessI feelhis words are fair!
CYRANO: All words are fair that lurk 'neath fair mustache! Suppose he were a fool!。 。 。
ROXANE (stamping her foot): Then bury me!
CYRANO (after a pause): Was it to tell me this you brought me here? I fail to see what use this serves; Madame。
ROXANE: Nay; but I felt a terror; here; in the heart; On learning yesterday you were Gascons All of your company。 。 。
CYRANO: And we provoke All beardless sprigs that favor dares admit 'Midst us pure Gascons(pure! Heaven save the mark! They told you that as well?
ROXANE: Ah! Think how I Trembled for him!
CYRANO (between his teeth): Not causelessly!
ROXANE: But when Last night I saw you;brave; invincible; Punish that dandy; fearless hold your own Against those brutes; I thoughtI thought; if he Whom all fear; allif he would only。 。 。
CYRANO: Good。 I will befriend your little Baron。
ROXANE: Ah! You'll promise me you will do this for me? I've always held you as a tender friend。
CYRANO: Ay; ay。
ROXANE: Then you will be his friend?
CYRANO: I swear!
ROXANE: And he shall fight no duels; promise!
CYRANO: None。
ROXANE: You are kind; cousin! Now I must be gone。 (She puts on her mask and veil quickly; then; absently): You have not told me of your last night's fray。 Ah; but it must have been a hero…fight!。 。 。 Bid him to write。 (She sends him a kiss with her fingers): How good you are!
CYRANO: Ay! Ay!
ROXANE: A hundred men against you? Now; farewell。 We are great friends?
CYRANO: Ay; ay!
ROXANE: Oh; bid him write! You'll tell me all one dayA hundred men! Ah; brave!。 。 。How brave!
CYRANO (bowing to her): I have fought better since。
(She goes out。 Cyrano stands motionless; with eyes on the ground。 A silence。 The door (right) opens。 Ragueneau looks in。)
Scene 2。VII。
Cyrano; Ragueneau; poets; Carbon de Castel…Jaloux; the cadets; a crowd; then De Guiche。
RAGUENEAU: Can we come in?
CYRANO (without stirring): Yes。 。 。
(Ragueneau signs to his friends; and they come in。 At the same time; by door at back; enters Carbon de Castel…Jaloux; in Captain's uniform。 He makes gestures of surprise on seeing Cyrano。)
CARBON: Here he is!
CYRANO (raising his head): Captain!。 。 。
CARBON (delightedly): Our hero! We heard all! Thirty or more Of my cadets are there!。 。 。
CYRANO (shrinking back): But。 。 。
CARBON (trying to draw him away): Come with me! They will not rest until they see you!
CYRANO: No!
CARBON: They're drinking opposite; at The Bear's Head。
CYRANO: I。 。 。
CARBON (going to the door and calling across the street in a voice of thunder): He won't come! The hero's in the sulks!
A VOICE (outside): Ah! Sandious!
(Tumult outside。 Noise of boots and swords is heard approaching。)
CARBON (rubbing his hands): They are running 'cross the street!
CADETS (entering): Mille dious! Capdedious! Pocapdedious!
RAGUENEAU (drawing back startled): Gentlemen; are you all from Gascony?
THE CADETS: All!
A CADET (to Cyrano): Bravo!
CYRANO: Baron!
ANOTHER (shaking his hands): Vivat!
CYRANO: Baron!
THIRD CADET: Come! I must embrace you!
CYRANO: Baron!
SEVERAL GASCONS: We'll embrace Him; all in turn!
CYRANO (not knowing whom to reply to): Baron!。 。 。Baron!。 。 。I beg。 。 。
RAGUENEAU: Are you all Barons; Sirs?
THE CADETS: Ay; every one!
RAGUENEAU: Is it true?。 。 。
FIRST CADET: Aywhy; you could build a tower With nothing but our coronets; my friend!
LE BRET (entering; and running up to Cyrano): They're looking for you! Here's a crazy mob Led by the men who followed you last night。 。 。
CYRANO (alarmed): What! Have you told them where to find me?
LE BRET (rubbing his hands): Yes!
A BURGHER (entering; followed by a group of men): Sir; all the Marais is a…coming here!
(Outside the street has filled with people。 Chaises a porteurs and carriages have drawn up。)
LE BRET (in a low voice; smiling; to Cyrano): And Roxane?
CYRANO (quickly): Hush!
THE CROWD (calling outside): Cyrano!。 。 。
(A crowd rush into the shop; pushing one another。 Acclamations。)
RAGUENEAU (standing on a table): Lo! my shop Invaded! They break all! Magnificent!
PEOPLE (crowding round Cyrano): My friend!。 。 。my friend。 。 。
Cyrano: Meseems that yesterday I had not all these friends!
LE BRET (delighted): Success!
A YOUNG MARQUIS (hurrying up with his hands held out): My friend; Didst thou but know。 。 。
CYRANO: Thou!。 。 。Marry!。 。 。thou!。 。 。Pray when Did we herd swine together; you and I!
ANOTHER: I would present you; Sir; to some fair dames Who in my carriage yonder。 。 。
CYRANO (coldly): Ah! and who Will first present you; Sir; to me?
LE BRET (astonished): What's wrong?
CYRANO: Hush!
A MAN OF LETTERS (with writing…board): A few details?。 。 。
CYRANO: No。
LE BRET (nudging his elbow): 'Tis Theophrast; Renaudet;。 。 。of the 'Court Gazette'!
CYRANO: Who cares?
LE BRET: This paperbut it is of great importance!。 。 。 They say it will be an immense success!
A POET (advancing): Sir。 。 。
CYRANO: What; another!
THE POET: 。 。 。Pray permit I make A pentacrostic on your name。 。 。
SOME ONE (also advancing): Pray; Sir。 。 。
CYRANO: Enough! Enough!
(A movement in the crowd。 De Guiche appears; escorted by officers。 Cuigy; Brissaille; the officers who went with Cyrano the night before。 Cuigy comes rapidly up to Cyrano。)
CUIGY (to Cyrano): Here is Monsieur de Guiche? (A murmurevery one makes way): He comes from the Marshal of Gassion!
DE GUICHE (bowing to Cyrano): 。 。 。Who would express his admiration; Sir; For your new exploit noised so loud abroad。
THE CROWD: Bravo!
CYRANO (bowing): The Marshal is a judge of valor。
DE GUICHE: He could not have believed the thing; unless These gentlemen had sworn they witnessed it。
CUIGY: With our own eyes!
LE BRET (aside to Cyrano; who has an absent air): But。 。 。you。 。 。
CYRANO: Hush!
LE BRET: But。 。 。You suffer?
CYRANO (starting): Before this rabble?I?。 。 。 (He draws himself up; twirls his mustache; and throws back his shoulders): Wait!。 。 。You shall see!
DE GUICHE (to whom Cuigy has spoken in a low voice): In feats of arms; already your career Abounded。You serve with those crazy pates Of Gascons?
CYRANO: Ay; with the Cadets。
A CADET (in a terrible voice): With us!
DE GUICHE (looking at the cadets; ranged behind Cyrano): Ah!。 。 。All these gentlemen of haughty mien; Are they the famous?。 。 。
CARBON: Cyrano!
CYRANO: Ay; Captain!
CARBON: Since all my company's assembled here; Pray favor me;present them to my lord!
CYRANO (making two steps toward De Guiche): My Lord de Guiche; permit that I present (pointing to the cadets): The bold Cadets of Gascony; Of Carbon of Castel…Jaloux! Brawling and swaggering boastfully; The bold Cadets of Gascony! Spouting of Armory; Heraldry; Their veins a…brimming with blood so blue; The bold Cadets of Gascony; Of Carbon of Castel…Jaloux:
Eagle…eye; and spindle…shanks; Fierce mustache; and wolfish tooth! Slash…the…rabble and scatter…their…ranks; Eagle…eye and spindle…shanks; With a flaming feather that gayly pranks; Hiding the holes in their hats; forsooth! Eagle…eye and spindle…shanks; Fierce mustache; and wolfish tooth!
'Pink…your…Doublet' and 'Slit…your…Trunk' Are their gentlest sobriquets; With Fame and Glory their soul is drunk! 'Pink…your…Doublet' and 'Slit…your…Trunk;' In brawl and skirmish they show their spunk; Give rendezvous in broil and fray;