Cyrano de Bergerac [19]
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: Ay--why, 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 paper--but 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 murmur--every 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,
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: Ay--why, 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 paper--but 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 murmur--every 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,