Cyrano de Bergerac By Edmond Rostand Act II — Scenes 5-6

Act II. Scene 5

Cyrano, Roxane, the duenna.

CYRANO: Ah! if I see but the faint glimmer of hope, then I draw out my letter! (Roxane, masked, followed by the duenna, appears at the glass pane of the door. He opens quickly): Enter! . . . (Walking up to the duenna): Two words with you, Duenna.

THE DUENNA: Four, Sir, an it like you.

CYRANO: Are you fond of sweet things?

THE DUENNA: Ay, I could eat myself sick on them!

CYRANO (catching up some of the paper bags from the counter): Good. See you these two sonnets of Monsieur Beuserade . . .


CYRANO: . . . Which I fill for you with cream cakes!

THE DUENNA (changing her expression): Ha.

CYRANO: What say you to the cake they call a little puff?

THE DUENNA: If made with cream, Sir, I love them passing well.

CYRANO: Here I plunge six for your eating into the bosom of a poem by Saint Amant! And in these verses of Chapelain I glide a lighter morsel. Stay, love you hot cakes?

THE DUENNA: Ay, to the core of my heart!

CYRANO (filling her arms with the bags): Pleasure me then; go eat them all in the street.

THE DUENNA: But . . .

CYRANO (pushing her out): And come not back till the very last crumb be eaten!

(He shuts the door, comes down toward Roxane, and, uncovering, stands at a respectful distance from her.)

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As Cyrano writes a love letter to Roxane, he does not sign it because