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

Act II. Scene 6

Cyrano, Roxane.

CYRANO: Blessed be the moment when you condescend — Remembering that humbly I exist — To come to meet me, and to say . . . to tell? . . .

ROXANE (who has unmasked): To thank you first of all. That dandy count, Whom you checkmated in brave sword-play Last night, . . . he is the man whom a great lord, Desirous of my favor . . .

CYRANO: Ha, De Guiche?

ROXANE (casting down her eyes): Sought to impose on me . . . for husband . . .

CYRANO: Ay! Husband! — dupe-husband! . . . Husband a la mode! (Bowing): Then I fought, happy chance! sweet lady, not For my ill favor — but your favors fair!

ROXANE: Confession next! . . . But, ere I make my shrift, You must be once again that brother-friend With whom I used to play by the lake-side! . . .

CYRANO: Ay, you would come each spring to Bergerac!

ROXANE: Mind you the reeds you cut to make your swords? . . .

CYRANO: While you wove corn-straw plaits for your dolls' hair!

ROXANE: Those were the days of games! . . .

CYRANO: And blackberries! . . .

ROXANE: In those days you did everything I bid! . . .

CYRANO: Roxane, in her short frock, was Madeleine . . .

ROXANE: Was I fair then?

CYRANO: You were not ill to see!

ROXANE: Ofttimes, with hands all bloody from a fall, You'd run to me! Then — aping mother-ways — I, in a voice would-be severe, would chide, — (She takes his hand): 'What is this scratch, again, that I see here?' (She starts, surprised): Oh! 'Tis too much! What's this? (Cyrano tries to draw away his hand): No, let me see! At your age, fie! Where did you get that scratch?

CYRANO: I got it — playing at the Porte de Nesle.

ROXANE (seating herself by the table, and dipping her handkerchief in a glass of water): Give here!

CYRANO (sitting by her): So soft! so gay maternal-sweet!

ROXANE: And tell me, while I wipe away the blood, How many 'gainst you?

CYRANO: Oh! A hundred — near.

ROXANE: Come, tell me!

CYRANO: No, let be. But you, come tell The thing, just now, you dared not . . .

ROXANE (keeping his hand): Now, I dare! The scent of those old days emboldens me! Yes, now I dare. Listen. I am in love.

CYRANO: Ah! . . .

ROXANE: But with one who knows not.

CYRANO: Ah! . . .

ROXANE: Not yet.

CYRANO: Ah! . . .

ROXANE: But who, if he knows not, soon shall learn.

CYRANO: Ah! . . .

ROXANE: A poor youth who all this time has loved Timidly, from afar, and dares not speak . . .

CYRANO: Ah! . . .

ROXANE: Leave your hand; why, it is fever-hot! — But I have seen love trembling on his lips.

CYRANO: Ah! . . .

ROXANE (bandaging his hand with her handkerchief): And to think of it! that he by chance — Yes, cousin, he is of your regiment!

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 . . .

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