Cyrano De Bergerac

Titel: Cyrano De Bergerac

von William Shakespeare, H. G. Wells, Henry Van Dyke, Thomas Carlyle, Oscar Wilde, Joseph Conrad, Henry James, Anthony Hope, Henry Fielding, Giraldus Cambrensis, Daniel Defoe, Grammaticus Saxo, Edgar Rice Burroughs, Hugh Lofting, Agatha Christie, Sinclair Lewis, Eugène Brieux, Upton Sinclair, Booth Tarkington, Sax Rohmer, Jack London, Anna Katharine Green, Sara Jeannette Duncan, Xenophon, Alexandre Dumas père, John William Draper, Alice Christiana Thompson Meynell, Bram Stoker, Honoré de Balzac, William Congreve, Louis de Rougemont, Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol, Rolf Boldrewood, François Rabelais, Lysander Spooner, B. M. Bower, Henry Rider Haggard, William Hickling Prescott, Lafcadio Hearn, Robert Herrick, Jane Austen, Mark Twain, Mary Roberts Rinehart, Charles Babbage, Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin, Frank L. Packard, George Meredith, John Merle Coulter, Irvin S. Cobb, Edwin Mims, John Tyndall, Various, Charles Darwin, Sidney Lanier, Henry Lawson, Niccolò Machiavelli, George W. Crile, Théophile Gautier, Noah Brooks, James Thomson, Zane Grey, J. M. Synge, Virginia Woolf, Conrad Aiken, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Helen Cody Wetmore, Ayn Rand, Sir Thomas Malory, Gustave Flaubert, Edmond Rostand

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CYRANO DE BERGERAC

A Play in Five Acts

CONTENTS

  CYRANO DE BERGERAC

  Dramatis personae

  Act I.

  Scene 1.I.

  Scene 1.II.

  Scene 1.III.

  Scene 1.IV.

  Scene 1.V.

  Scene 1.VI.

  Scene 1.VII.

  Act II.

  Scene 2.I.

  Scene 2.II.

  Scene 2.III.

  Scene 2.IV.

  Scene 2.V.

  Scene 2.VI.

  Scene 2.VII.

  Scene 2.VIII.

  Scene 2.IX.

  Scene 2.X.

  Scene 2.XI.

  Act III.

  Scene 3.I.

  Scene 3.II.

  Scene 3.III.

  Scene 3.IV.

  Scene 3.V.

  Scene 3.VI.

  Scene 3.VII.

  Scene 3.VIII.

  Scene 3.IX.

  Scene 3.X.

  Scene 3.XI.

  Scene 3.XII.

  ACT IV.

  Scene 4.I.

  Scene 4.II.

  Scene 4.III.

  Scene 4.IV.

  Scene 4.V.

  Scene 4.VI.

  Scene 4.VII.

  Scene 4.VIII.

  Scene 4.IX.

  Scene 4.X.

  Act V.

  Scene 5.I.

  Scene 5.II.

  Scene 5.III.

  Scene 5.IV.

  Scene 5.V.

  Scene 5.VI.

Cyrano de Bergerac
Edmond Rostand

This etext was prepared by Sue Asscher

CYRANO DE BERGERAC

A Play in Five Acts

by

Edmond Rostand

Translated from the French by Gladys Thomas and Mary F. Guillemard

Dramatis personae

CYRANO DE BERGERAC

CHRISTIAN DE NEUVILLETTE

COUNT DE GUICHE

RAGUENEAU

LE BRET

CARBON DE CASTEL-JALOUX

THE CADETS

LIGNIERE

DE VALVERT

A MARQUIS

SECOND MARQUIS

THIRD MARQUIS

MONTFLEURY

BELLEROSE

JODELET

CUIGY

BRISSAILLE

THE DOORKEEPER

A LACKEY

A SECOND LACKEY

A BORE

A MUSKETEER

ANOTHER

A SPANISH OFFICER

A PORTER

A BURGHER

HIS SON

A PICKPOCKET

A SPECTATOR

A GUARDSMAN

BERTRAND THE FIFER

A MONK

TWO MUSICIANS

THE POETS

THE PASTRY COOKS

ROXANE

SISTER MARTHA

LISE

THE BUFFET-GIRL

MOTHER MARGUERITE

THE DUENNA

SISTER CLAIRE

AN ACTRESS

THE PAGES

THE SHOP-GIRL

The crowd, troopers, burghers (male and female), marquises, musketeers, pickpockets, pastry-cooks, poets, Gascons cadets, actors (male and female), violinists, pages, children, soldiers, Spaniards, spectators (male and female), precieuses, nuns, etc.

Act I.

A Representation at the Hotel de Bourgogne.

The hall of the Hotel de Bourgogne, in 1640. A sort of tennis-court arranged and decorated for a theatrical performance.

The hall is oblong and seen obliquely, so that one of its sides forms the back of the right foreground, and meeting the left background makes an angle with the stage, which is partly visible.

On both sides of the stage are benches. The curtain is composed of two tapestries which can be drawn aside. Above a harlequin's mantle are the royal arms. There are broad steps from the stage to the hall; on either side of these steps are the places for the violinists. Footlights.

Two rows, one over the other, of side galleries: the highest divided into boxes. No seats in the pit of the hall, which is the real stage of the theater; at the back of the pit, i.e., on the right foreground, some benches forming steps, and underneath, a staircase which leads to the upper seats. An improvised buffet ornamented with little lusters, vases, glasses, plates of tarts, cakes, bottles, etc.

The entrance to the theater is in the center of the background, under the gallery of the boxes. A large door, half open to let in the spectators. On the panels of this door, in different corners, and over the buffet, red placards bearing the words, 'La Clorise.'

At the rising of the curtain the hall is in semi-darkness, and still empty. The lusters are lowered in the middle of the pit ready to be lighted.

Scene 1.I.

The public, arriving by degrees. Troopers, burghers, lackeys, pages, a pickpocket, the doorkeeper, etc., followed by the marquises. Cuigy, Brissaille, the buffet-girl, the violinists, etc.

(A confusion of loud voices is heard outside the door. A trooper enters hastily.)

THE DOORKEEPER (following him):

Hollo! You there! Your money!

THE TROOPER:

I enter gratis.

THE DOORKEEPER:

Why?

THE TROOPER:

Why? I am of the King's Household Cavalry, 'faith!

THE DOORKEEPER (to another trooper who enters):

And you?

SECOND TROOPER:

I pay nothing.

THE DOORKEEPER:

How so?

SECOND TROOPER:

I am a musketeer.

FIRST TROOPER (to the second):

The play will not begin till two. The pit is empty. Come, a bout with the

foils to pass the time.

(They fence with the foils they have brought.)

A LACKEY (entering):

Pst. . .Flanquin. . .!

ANOTHER (already there):

Champagne?. . .

THE FIRST (showing him cards and dice which he takes from his doublet):

See, here be cards and dice.

(He seats himself on the floor):

Let's play.

THE SECOND (doing the same):

Good; I am with you, villain!

FIRST LACKEY (taking from his pocket a candle-end, which he lights, and sticks on the floor):

I made free to provide myself with light at my master's expense!

A GUARDSMAN (to a shop-girl who advances):

'Twas prettily done to come before the lights were lit!

(He takes her round the waist.)

ONE OF THE FENCERS (receiving a thrust):

A hit!

ONE OF THE CARD-PLAYERS:

Clubs!

THE GUARDSMAN (following the girl):

A kiss!

THE SHOP-GIRL (struggling to free herself):

They're looking!

THE GUARDSMAN (drawing her to a dark corner):

No fear! No one can see!

A MAN (sitting on the ground with others, who have brought their provisions):

By coming early, one can eat in comfort.

A BURGHER (conducting his son):

Let us sit here, son.

A CARD-PLAYER:

Triple ace!

A MAN (taking a bottle from under his cloak,

and also seating himself on the floor):

A tippler may well quaff his Burgundy

(he drinks):

in the Burgundy Hotel!

THE BURGHER (to his son):

'Faith! A man might think he had fallen in a bad house here!

(He points with his cane to the drunkard):

What with topers!

(One of the fencers in breaking off, jostles him):

brawlers!

(He stumbles into the midst of the card-players):

gamblers!

THE GUARDSMAN (behind him, still teasing the shop-girl):

Come, one kiss!

THE BURGHER (hurriedly pulling his son away):

By all the holies! And this, my boy, is the theater where they played

Rotrou erewhile.

THE YOUNG MAN:

Ay, and Corneille!

A TROOP OF PAGES (hand-in-hand, enter dancing the farandole, and singing):

Tra' a la, la, la, la, la, la, la, lere. . .

THE DOORKEEPER (sternly, to the pages):

You pages there, none of your tricks!. . .

FIRST PAGE (with an air of wounded dignity):

Oh, sir!--such a suspicion!. . .

(Briskly, to the second page, the moment the doorkeeper's back is turned):

Have you string?

THE SECOND:

Ay, and a fish-hook with it.

FIRST PAGE:

We can angle for wigs, then, up there i' th' gallery.

A PICKPOCKET (gathering about him some evil-looking youths):

Hark ye, young cut-purses, lend an ear, while I give you your first lesson

in thieving.

SECOND PAGE (calling up to others in the top galleries):

You there! Have you peashooters?

THIRD PAGE (from above):

Ay, have we, and peas withal!

(He blows, and peppers them with peas.)

THE YOUNG MAN (to his father):

What piece do they give us?

THE BURGHER:

'Clorise.'

THE YOUNG MAN:

Who may the author be?

THE BURGHER:

Master Balthazar Baro. It is a play!. . .

(He goes arm-in-arm with his son.)

THE PICKPOCKET (to his pupils):

Have a care, above all, of the lace knee-ruffles--cut them off!

A SPECTATOR (to another, showing him a corner in the gallery):

I was up there, the first night of the 'Cid.'

THE PICKPOCKET (making with his fingers the gesture of filching):

Thus for watches--

THE BURGHER (coming down again with his son):

Ah! You shall presently see some renowned actors. . .

THE PICKPOCKET (making the gestures of one who pulls something stealthily, with little jerks):

Thus for handkerchiefs--

THE BURGHER:

Montfleury. . .

SOME ONE (shouting from the upper gallery):

Light up, below there!

THE BURGHER:

. . .Bellerose, L'Epy, La Beaupre, Jodelet!

A PAGE (in the pit):

Here comes the buffet-girl!

THE BUFFET-GIRL (taking her place behind the buffet):

Oranges, milk, raspberry-water, cedar bitters!

(A hubbub outside the door is heard.)

A FALSETTO VOICE:

Make place, brutes!

A LACKEY (astonished):

The Marquises!--in the pit?. . .

ANOTHER LACKEY:

Oh! only for a minute or two!

(Enter a band of young marquises.)

A MARQUIS (seeing that the hall is half empty):

What now! So we make our entrance like a pack of woolen-drapers!

Peaceably, without disturbing the folk, or treading on their toes!--Oh, fie!

Fie!

(Recognizing some other gentlemen who have entered a little before him):

Cuigy! Brissaille!

(Greetings and embraces.)

CUIGY:

True to our word!. . .Troth, we are here before the candles are lit.

THE MARQUIS:

Ay, indeed! Enough! I am of an ill humor.

ANOTHER:

Nay, nay, Marquis! see, for your consolation, they are coming to light up!

ALL THE AUDIENCE (welcoming the entrance of the lighter):

Ah!. . .

(They form in groups round the lusters as they are lit. Some people have taken their seats in the galleries. Ligniere, a distinguished-looking roue, with disordered shirt-front arm-in-arm with christian de Neuvillette. Christian, who is dressed elegantly, but rather behind the fashion, seems preoccupied, and keeps looking at the boxes.)

Scene 1.II.

The same. Christian, Ligniere, then Ragueneau and Le Bret.

CUIGY:

Ligniere!

BRISSAILLE (laughing):

Not drunk as yet?

LIGNIERE (aside to Christian):

I may introduce you?

(Christian nods in assent):

Baron de Neuvillette.

(Bows.)

THE AUDIENCE (applauding as the first luster is lighted and drawn up):

Ah!

CUIGY (to Brissaille, looking at Christian):

'Tis a pretty fellow!

FIRST MARQUIS (who has overheard):

Pooh!

LIGNIERE (introducing them to Christian):

My lords De Cuigy. De Brissaille. . .

CHRISTIAN (bowing):

Delighted!. . .

FIRST MARQUIS (to second):

He is not ill to look at, but certes, he is not costumed in the latest mode.

LIGNIERE (to Cuigy):

This gentleman comes from Touraine.

CHRISTIAN:

Yes, I have scarce been twenty days in Paris; tomorrow I join the Guards, in

the Cadets.

FIRST MARQUIS (watching the people who are coming into the boxes):

There is the wife of the Chief-Justice.

THE BUFFET-GIRL:

Oranges, milk. . .

THE VIOLINISTS (tuning up):

La--la--

CUIGY (to Christian, pointing to the hall, which is filling fast):

'Tis crowded.

CHRISTIAN:

Yes, indeed.

FIRST MARQUIS:

All the great world!

(They recognize and name the different elegantly dressed ladies who enter the boxes, bowing low to them. The ladies send smiles in answer.)

SECOND MARQUIS:

Madame de Guemenee.

CUIGY:

Madame de Bois-Dauphin.

FIRST MARQUIS:

Adored by us all!

BRISSAILLE:

Madame de Chavigny. . .

SECOND MARQUIS:

Who sports with our poor hearts!. . .

LIGNIERE:

Ha! so Monsieur de Corneille has come back from Rouen!

THE YOUNG MAN (to his father):

Is the Academy here?

THE BURGHER:

Oh, ay, I see several of them. There is Boudu, Boissat,

and Cureau de la Chambre, Porcheres, Colomby, Bourzeys,

Bourdon, Arbaud. . .all names that will live! 'Tis fine!

FIRST MARQUIS:

Attention! Here come our precieuses; Barthenoide, Urimedonte, Cassandace,

Felixerie. . .

SECOND MARQUIS:

Ah! How exquisite their fancy names are! Do you know them all, Marquis?

FIRST MARQUIS:

Ay, Marquis, I do, every one!

LIGNIERE (drawing Christian aside):

Friend, I but came here to give you pleasure. The lady comes not. I will

betake me again to my pet vice.

CHRISTIAN (persuasively):

No, no! You, who are ballad-maker to Court and City alike, can tell me

better than any who the lady is for whom I die of love. Stay yet awhile.

THE FIRST VIOLIN (striking his bow on the desk):

Gentlemen violinists!

(He raises his bow.)

THE BUFFET-GIRL:

Macaroons, lemon-drink. . .

(The violins begin to play.)

CHRISTIAN:

Ah! I fear me she is coquettish, and over nice and fastidious!

I, who am so poor of wit, how dare I speak to her--how address her?

This language that they speak to-day--ay, and write--confounds me;

I am but an honest soldier, and timid withal. She has ever her place,

there, on the right--the empty box, see you!

LIGNIERE (making as if to go):

I must go.

CHRISTIAN (detaining him):

Nay, stay.

LIGNIERE:

I cannot. D'Assoucy waits me at the tavern, and here one dies of thirst.

THE BUFFET-GIRL (passing before him with a tray):

Orange drink?

LIGNIERE:

Ugh!

THE BUFFET-GIRL:

Milk?

LIGNIERE:

Pah!

THE BUFFET-GIRL:

Rivesalte?

LIGNIERE:

Stay.

(To Christian):

I will remain awhile.--Let me taste this rivesalte.

(He sits by the buffet; the girl pours some out for him.)

CRIES (from all the audience, at the entrance of a plump little man, joyously excited):

Ah! Ragueneau!

LIGNIERE (to Christian):

'Tis the famous tavern-keeper Ragueneau.

RAGUENEAU (dressed in the Sunday clothes of a pastry-cook, going up quickly to Ligniere):

Sir, have you seen Monsieur de Cyrano?

LIGNIERE (introducing him to Christian):

The pastry-cook of the actors and the poets!

RAGUENEAU (overcome):

You do me too great honor. . .

LIGNIERE:

Nay, hold your peace, Maecenas that you are!

RAGUENEAU:

True, these gentlemen employ me. . .

LIGNIERE:

On credit!

He is himself a poet of a pretty talent. . .

RAGUENEAU:

So they tell me.

LIGNIERE:

--Mad after poetry!

RAGUENEAU:

'Tis true that, for a little ode. . .

LIGNIERE:

You give a tart. . .

RAGUENEAU:

Oh!--a tartlet!

LIGNIERE:

Brave fellow! He would fain fain excuse himself!

--And for a triolet, now, did you not give in exchange. . .

RAGUENEAU:

Some little rolls!

LIGNIERE (severely):

They were milk-rolls! And as for the theater, which you love?

RAGUENEAU:

Oh! to distraction!

LIGNIERE:

How pay you your tickets, ha?--with cakes.

Your place, to-night, come tell me in my ear, what did it cost you?

RAGUENEAU:

Four custards, and fifteen cream-puffs.

(He looks around on all sides):

Monsieur de Cyrano is not here? 'Tis strange.

LIGNIERE:

Why so?

RAGUENEAU:

Montfleury plays!

LIGNIERE:

Ay, 'tis true that that old wine-barrel is to take Phedon's part to-night;

but what matter is that to Cyrano?

RAGUENEAU:

How? Know you not? He has got a hot hate for Montfleury, and so!--has

forbid him strictly to show his face on the stage for one whole month.

LIGNIERE (drinking his fourth glass):

Well?

RAGUENEAU:

Montfleury will play!

CUIGY:

He can not hinder that.

RAGUENEAU:

Oh! oh! that I have come to see!

FIRST MARQUIS:

Who is this Cyrano?

CUIGY:

A fellow well skilled in all tricks of fence.

SECOND MARQUIS:

Is he of noble birth?

CUIGY:

Ay, noble enough. He is a cadet in the Guards.

(Pointing to a gentleman who is going up and down the hall as if searching for some one):

But 'tis his friend Le Bret, yonder, who can best tell you.

(He calls him):

Le Bret!

(Le Bret comes towards them):

Seek you for De Bergerac?

LE BRET:

Ay, I am uneasy. . .

CUIGY:

Is it not true that he is the strangest of men?

LE BRET (tenderly):

True, that he is the choicest of earthly beings!

RAGUENEAU:

Poet!

CUIGY:

Soldier!

BRISSAILLE:

Philosopher!

LE BRET:

Musician!

LIGNIERE:

And of how fantastic a presence!

RAGENEAU:

Marry, 'twould puzzle even our grim painter Philippe de Champaigne to

portray him! Methinks, whimsical, wild, comical as he is, only Jacques

Callot, now dead and gone, had succeeded better, and had made of him the

maddest fighter of all his visored crew--with his triple-plumed beaver and

six-pointed doublet--the sword-point sticking up 'neath his mantle like an

insolent cocktail! He's prouder than all the fierce Artabans of whom Gascony

has ever been and will ever be the prolific Alma Mater! Above his Toby ruff

he carries a nose!--ah, good my lords, what a nose is his! When one sees it

one is fain to cry aloud, 'Nay! 'tis too much! He plays a joke on us!' Then

one laughs, says 'He will anon take it off.' But no!--Monsieur de Bergerac

always keeps it on.

LE BRET (throwing back his head):

He keeps it on--and cleaves in two any man who dares remark on it!

RAGUENEAU (proudly):

His sword--'tis one half of the Fates' shears!

FIRST MARQUIS (shrugging his shoulders):

He will not come!

RAGUENEAU:

I say he will! and I wager a fowl--a la Ragueneau.

THE MARQUIS (laughing):

Good!

(Murmurs of admiration in hall. Roxane has just appeared in her box. She seats herself in front, the duenna at the back. Christian, who is paying the buffet-girl, does not see her entrance.)

SECOND MARQUIS (with little cries of joy):

Ah, gentlemen! she is fearfully--terribly--ravishing!

FIRST MARQUIS:

When one looks at her one thinks of a peach smiling at a strawberry!

SECOND MARQUIS:

And what freshness! A man approaching her too near might chance to get a

bad chill at the heart!

CHRISTIAN (raising his head, sees Roxane, and catches Ligniere by the arm):

'Tis she!

LIGNIERE:

Ah! is it she?

CHRISTIAN:

Ay, tell me quick--I am afraid.

LIGNIERE (tasting his rivesalte in sips):

Magdaleine Robin--Roxane, so called! A subtle wit--a precieuse.

CHRISTIAN:

Woe is me!

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 viscount--and--accommodating! 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 are--she 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 me--in 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 me--that he has not seen the playbill!

THE AUDIENCE:

Begin, begin!