Act V. Scene 3
Le Bret, Ragueneau.
RAGUENEAU: Since you are here, 'tis best she should not know! I was going to your friend just now — was but A few steps from the house, when I saw him Go out. I hurried to him. Saw him turn The corner . . . suddenly, from out a window Where he was passing — was it chance? . . . may be! A lackey let fall a large piece of wood.
LE BRET: Cowards! O Cyrano!
RAGUENEAU: I ran — I saw . . .
LE BRET: 'Tis hideous!
RAGUENEAU: Saw our poet, Sir — our friend — Struck to the ground — a large wound in his head!
LE BRET: He's dead?
RAGUENEAU: No — but — I bore him to his room . . . Ah! his room! What a thing to see! — that garret!
LE BRET: He suffers?
RAGUENEAU: No, his consciousness has flown.
LE BRET: Saw you a doctor?
RAGUENEAU: One was kind — he came.
LE BRET: My poor Cyrano! — We must not tell this To Roxane suddenly. — What said this leech? —
RAGUENEAU: Said, — what, I know not — fever, meningitis! — Ah! could you see him — all his head bound up! — But let us haste! — There's no one by his bed! — And if he try to rise, Sir, he might die!
LE BRET (dragging him toward the right): Come! Through the chapel! 'Tis the quickest way!
ROXANE (appearing on the steps, and seeing Le Bret go away by the colonnade leading to the chapel door): Monsieur le Bret! (Le Bret and Ragueneau disappear without answering): Le Bret goes — when I call! 'Tis some new trouble of good Ragueneau's.
(She descends the steps.)