You see the dark folds of my cloak and I see the glimmering whiteness of your dress.

ROXANE: But why should we want to speak without seeing one another?ĬYRANO: Oh, because it's so sweet! We are half-hidden and half-revealed. It's so sweet to have this rare occasion when our hearts can speak without our bodies seeing one another. ROXANE: Then won't you stand on the bench so I can see you?ĬYRANO: Let us stay like this for a while. ROXANE: It is true that I seem to speak from high above you.ĬYRANO: Yes, and so far above that a hard word from you would kill me if it were to fall on my heart.

ROXANE: It seems that your last words have learned to climb.ĬYRANO: They've become better at such exercise! Your ear, however, is small! And of course, your words come fast because they fall from such a height, while mine must climb up to you, and that takes time! ROXANE: But my words don't have the same difficulty.ĬYRANO: They find their way down to me at once? That's no surprise, then! It's because their home is in my heart, and my heart is so large that they cannot help but fall into the right place. ROXANE: Why do you speak so hesitantly tonight?ĬYRANO: It is so dark that my words must grope their way in the blackness to find your ear. ROXANE: Well said! But why do you halt so much? Has your ability for imagination weakened?ĬYRANO: Let me do it! This has become too critical! But this love was as strong as Hercules from the moment it was born.ĬHRISTIAN: And this Hercules in my heart strangled the twin serpents of Pride and Doubt! ROXANE: That's better! But if you think that Cupid is so cruel, then you should have stifled this newborn love while it was still in its cradle!ĬHRISTIAN: Oh, Madame, I tried. It batters me like a cruel and restless child using my heart for a cradle. ROXANE: That's a little better.ĬHRISTIAN: My love for you grows and grows.

ROXANE: No! I don't think you love me anymore!ĬHRISTIAN: You think I no longer love you? Oh, great heaven, but I love you more and more! If a man, something sad! Call her!ĬYRANO: Some pebbles! Wait a while! SECOND PAGE: What tune shall we play, oh great student of Gassendi?ĬYRANO: If a woman comes, play something happy. PAGES: Ho there!įIRST PAGE: We've played the serenade to Montfleury as you asked!ĬYRANO: Go! Hide over there! One at this street corner and one at that one! And if a passer-by should intrude, play a tune for him! He goes from house to house, looking at every door.] CHRISTIAN: Help me!ĬHRISTIAN: But I shall die unless I win her respect back at once!ĬYRANO: And how, in the devil's name, do you expect me to teach you right this moment-ĬHRISTIAN: Oh, there she is!ĬYRANO: We can repair the damage-although I'm not sure you deserve it! Stand there, in front of the balcony! I'll hide beneath it and tell you what to say. Act I - A Performance at the Hotel de BourgogneĮnter a capuchin FRIAR, with a lantern.

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