Act III. Scene 12
The same. Roxane, Christian, the friar, Ragueneau, lackeys, the duenna.
DE GUICHE (to Roxane): You? (Recognizing Christian, in amazement): He? (Bowing, with admiration, to Roxane): Cunningly contrived! (To Cyrano): My compliments — Sir Apparatus-maker! Your story would arrest at Peter's gate Saints eager for their Paradise! Note well The details. 'Faith! They'd make a stirring book!
CYRANO (bowing): I shall not fail to follow your advice.
THE FRIAR (showing with satisfaction the two lovers to De Guiche): A handsome couple, son, made one by you!
DE GUICHE (with a freezing look): Ay! (To Roxane): Bid your bridegroom, Madame, fond farewell.
ROXANE: Why so?
DE GUICHE (to Christian): Even now the regiment departs. Join it!
ROXANE: It goes to battle?
DE GUICHE: Without doubt.
ROXANE: But the Cadets go not?
DE GUICHE: Oh ay! they go. (Drawing out the paper he had put in his pocket): Here is the order. (To Christian): Baron, bear it, quick!
ROXANE (throwing herself in Christian's arms): Christian!
DE GUICHE (sneeringly to Cyrano): The wedding-night is far, methinks!
CYRANO (aside): He thinks to give me pain of death by this!
CHRISTIAN (to Roxane): Oh! once again! Your lips!
CYRANO: Come, come, enough!
CHRISTIAN (still kissing Roxane): — 'Tis hard to leave her, you know not . . .
CYRANO (trying to draw him away): I know.
(Sound of drums beating a march in the distance.)
DE GUICHE: The regiment starts!
ROXANE (To Cyrano, holding back Christian, whom Cyrano is drawing away): Oh! — I trust him you! Promise me that no risks shall put his life In danger!
CYRANO: I will try my best, but promise . . . That I cannot!
ROXANE: But swear he shall be prudent?
CYRANO: Again, I'll do my best, but . . .
ROXANE: In the siege Let him not suffer!
CYRANO: All that man can do, I . . .
ROXANE: That he shall be faithful!
CYRANO: Doubtless, but . . .
ROXANE: That he will write oft?
CYRANO (pausing): That, I promise you!